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Arc 8-88

“I thought you forgot about me, honored sister.”

Cloud greets me with that predatory grin of hers, the kind that really should look menacing but on her just makes me want to laugh. She’...

Arc 8-87 (Henry)

What was power?

The Temple, in its primitive wisdom, believed the body was power. To them, manabeasts embodied the pinnacle of strength: born swifter, hardier, more lethal. Their hides eclips...

Arc 8-86

Being lifted to the suspended rock in the sky brings a wave of nostalgia. The Grand Hall is a legendary place for the people of Harvest. There are boys and girls pulling weeds in their family’s f...

Arc 8-85 (Alana)

In the north, every child eagerly awaited the day they picked up a weapon for the first time, both the wooden facsimiles and the cold steel. Alana had been more eager than most. For her, it wasn’...

Arc 8-84 (Alana)

Had long had it been since she had a real challenge?

Not in the sense of facing powerful creatures. Alana did that every day. Her teacher was the size of a bug and a devote pacifist, but she ...

Arc 8-83

Everyone moves at once, congregating around the fallen seer. Unfortunately, without communicating. I can imagine what it must look like from

Everyone moves at once, congregating around the fa...

Arc 8-82

The camp looks…nice.

The efforts to clear the city has put some vitality into the refugees. It seems they’ve pooled their skills and magic to make their temporary homes more livable. The ...

Arc 8-81

By the time we arrive, the acolytes led by the knights are detaining the speaker and his allies, magic binding their wrists and ankles. Admirably, the speaker is continuing to rant at the audience ...

Arc 8-80

“Our ancestors founded this city with blood, sweat, and tears! They risked their lives to bring down armies of monsters. Their bodies rest beneath our feet. They did this so we, their descendants...

Arc 8-79

I follow the sound of humming to the bedroom. My hand snaps out to the grip the doorway as another flashback consumes my senses; I hear the same humming in the dark bedroom only illuminated by sliv...

Arc 8-78

I find Alana where I expect, behind the estate swinging her sword. Except, rather than her usual slow and deliberate training, I find her cutting down small orbs of light with the ferocity of a dru...

Arc 8-77

I try getting Kierra to open up, but she stays silent, hugging me like she’s afraid I’ll disappear. I’m burning with curiosity, wondering what could be so horrible it would shake a woman who ...

Arc 8-76

The Authority.

I’ve got a lot of questions regarding the treasure of the hunters. Obviously, the most pressing thing is what exactly is inside it. We can make a pretty good guess but there�...

Arc 8-75

“Good morning, Lou. There have been developments.”

I’d imagine most people would be thrilled to have a beautiful woman waiting to welcome them home. Geneva looks particularly rad...

Arc 8-74

I’ve never really thought about my legacy.

Why would I? Before a knife to the side changed my life, I didn’t have a future to consider. I was convinced I’d pass away in a nameless corne...

Arc 8-73 (Maxine)

A person needs a goal to succeed.

That was one of the first lessons her father taught her. He who never tried, never succeeded. He didn’t visit her often when she was a child and whenever h...

Arc 8-72 (Morgene)

Morgene closed her eyes, focusing on her heartbeat. When she first learned to calm herself, it was to the beat of a drum, her older sister patiently tapping out a rhythm to teach her the way to cou...

Arc 8-71 (Alana)

“No,” she grumbled but she didn’t fight the hand that coaxed her further onto the bed; she wanted to be closer, though the thought filled her with trepidation. She didn’t know how rational ...

Arc 8-70 (Alana)

Alana always knew that Kierra was…different.

A rude person might call her a savage. An opinion that was hard to contradict. Alana would find it hard to blame someone if they went as far as ...

Arc 8-69 (Kierra)

Power. Every elf sought it, defined themselves by it, worshipped it. Yet, power meant something different to different groups.

Kierra knew she would be powerful the moment she learned of her ...

Arc 8-68

“You should rename the city.”

My lovers and I are sprawled over our bed, but sleep remains distant. There’s too much energy in the air for dreams to grab ahold of us. Well, one person i...

Arc 8-67

“So, they mean to appease you by offering you the territory. Though it is less an offer and more an acknowledgement of the obvious. They can hardly claim something they have no way to hold.” 2025-06-14 01:29:14 +0000 UTC View Post

Arc 8-66 (The Butterfly)

“What happened?” one of the men in golden armor asked, but she ignored him. She didn’t stop until she was out of the building and inside her carriage. On the bench, a pile of blankets waited ...

Arc 8-65 (The Butterfly)

I want to go home.

The thought dominated The Butterfly’s mind. Rather, it haunted it. She didn’t have a home; she didn’t have anything. That was the price she had to pay to do ...

Arc 8-64

From the day I was reborn through the glossiest elemental in all the realms, I dreaded the day the world discovered my potential.

Back then, I was a different person. All I knew of the world ...

Arc 8-63

The best place in the world is my bed.

It’s warm, comfortable, and filled with beauties. There are no annoying nobles, stupid hunters, or pitiable refugees. Only friendly monsters crawl und...

Arc 8-62

I’ve imagined this meeting a hundred times.

The best scenario I could imagine was a sharp-eyed soldier asking my intentions and then holding back a sigh of relief when I make it clear I wan...

Arc 8-61

I’m not an extravagant person.

Sure, I enjoy nice things and don’t consider it a waste to spend money on them, but I’d think that’s true of most people; no one wants to sleep on an un...

Arc 8-60

My conversation with Little Water sparks an uncomfortable thought; maybe there’s a reason summoning has been oppressed.

In theory, summoning is restrained by two things: self-preservation a...

Arc 8-59

My practice lasts for a surprisingly pleasant hour as I practice my new spell while theorizing its uses with my mother-in-law. It might have lasted longer, but she mentioned sparring and looked far...