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Prologue: Guardians of SkyYear 1405.
When the realms of humans and dragons were still young, the two fought without end, always trying to best each other in combat, and in research, trying to someday defeat each other in any aspect of their profession. While humans dominated the technical world of science, dragons rule the twisted realm of magic, and the two were always advancing, never ending in their pursuit dominance, to finally prove who was better. It did not take much to pull the two apart, but the simple gesture of a single human towards a dragon by the name of Voile, lead to the joining of the two separate worlds, and the birth of dragon and human partners. The times lasted, till a great darkness came and took the realm of dragons away, only to release them in the year 2012, where the deep bond of a soul dragon and her partner once again sparked the beginning of dragon human partnership. Now in the lands of Areth, dragons and humans have once again rebuilt their lives togeth
Chapter 11:The cruel truth. 94 days leftShe was so quick, like a bright pink blur in contrast to the scarlet mist of the battlefield, her hypnotising voice trying to lure Morpho to the realms of temptation.
The tempt to turn inwards, to face the greater darkness within every being.
To turn into the unmentionables of the cruel world of life.
"Carmillia, you know I won't side you!"
"Ah... such reluctance will be your downfall... give it up Morpho, you stand no chance."
"Even then, the darkness is not one that I will side, and you know it!"
"Humph, such impunity, it seems force is the only language you will understand."
Without a sound, Carmillia swept by, her thorned wings cutting through the hardened scales of the Blue neon, earning the crimson vampire a shout of agony from the surprised Moon butterfly dragon. Morpho, sensing the situation was about to turn a lot more ugly, tried to fight back, first by blasting sub zero icicles at the slippery vampire, only for them to dissolve into nothingness as they contacted the mis
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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