In the distant lands of the northern region of the Realm of Air, a village lies on top of a mountain. The beauty of the village is represented by the green, lush trees that surround the village’s atmosphere; a river formed by the purest water streamed down the mountain, creating a waterfall out of clear water. Koi fish swam through the rivers, and the pandas lived by the bamboos.An old man with local attire held a slumbering young boy at his back, heading towards Fuku Village.With each step taken by the old man, the boy slumbered more in a soothing, serene rhythm. The aerial beings flew past them as the wind grew fiercer.“So refreshing it is.”The old man inhaled deeply while gazing at the different structures of mountains in the distance.After walking for a few minutes, he came across the ritual shrine dedicated to Luca in the village. The presence of the shrine served as a symbolic confirmation that he had reached his destination. It stood as a tangible marker, signifying the en
Five months have passed since his rampage and the loss of his father, and Zaly remained unfazed by the joint forces of the Empire and the Royalty. His mind has become accustomed to taking innocent lives, and his gaze remains as unyielding as a diamond. Strangely, instead of remorse, a twisted sense of satisfaction fills him with each life he snuffs out.Despite numerous battles, the soldiers continue to suffer defeat at the hands of a single man. His reputation has instilled fear in the hearts of the people, and even the most well-planned strategies have proven ineffective against him. He remains immovable, impervious to any attempts to subdue him.The soldiers engaged in yet another battle, their hearts filled with fear and fury as they cried out their battle cries.Despite the injuries sustained, including lost limbs and eyes, they continued to rage with unrelenting determination.“Don’t ever let one thought destroy our goal as humans! Kill him, and he shall
I, Zagorzaly Frostpyre This topic will delve into the destructive tendencies and irrational actions I have committed, as well as the anguish and remorse I felt as a result. The focus will be on the depths of my own insanity, along with the impact it had on my surroundings and the feelings of guilt it aroused within me. Growing up, I lacked joy due to my constant contemplation of existential questions. Unlike others who engaged in hobbies for fun and personal benefit, I spent most of my time pondering the profound mysteries of life, seeking a meaning to my existence. It's quite absurd in hindsight, as I now understand that the meaning of life is personal and relative to one's perspective. As God's creation, I often wondered if I was special, as I had a tendency to dwell on profound philosophical questions. Even as a child, I pondered existential concepts such as the meaning of life, asking myself if I was different from others. I believe that I have the capacity to ponder such concep
The First Age, also known as the Age of Medieval In the eastern lands of the Realm of Air, a muscular man and a radiant woman stood before each other, united in their love and commitment. The wedding day was a grand celebration of their devotion to one another. "Oh, my dearest wife, whose grace and beauty shine like the brightest star in the sky, whose love burns within me like a never-ending fire, I stand before you now with a heavy heart and a soul filled with adoration. For I know that I have found in you not only my partner in life, but my reason for being, my reason for living. You embody all that is good and pure in this world, and it is my utmost privilege to call you my own. It is with these words that I declare my undying love for you and swear to be yours till the end of time." The man gazed at his bride with pure adoration, proclaiming his endless love and admiration for her. "Oh, my dearest husband, how you move my heart with your boundless love and devotion. You are my
A boom of footfall announced the presence of a stranger as the door swung open. "Bane, who is this?" Ragnar asked his second in command. "This is Doctor Drake, a renowned physician from the North. His reputation precedes him, and I have brought him here to aid your wife." Ragnar turned to face the stranger, a man with a trimmed beard, glasses, and well-combed hair. "Doctor Drake, I must thank you for your services; my wife has been incapacitated for far too long, and I am grateful for your arrival." Drake bowed slightly and introduced himself with the attitude of a man who had encountered many like Ragnar before. "A pleasure to meet you, Ragnar. My name is Doctor Drake, and I must admit, your summons caught me off guard. You are a powerful man with many resources at your disposal; it baffles me that you have called upon my small practice for assistance." Ragnar responds, sensing a hint of judgement in Drake's words. "My wife is everything to me, Doctor. I would move mountains fo
The farm was filled with crowds that were wild with excitement as Lady Ana's pregnancy was announced. Cheers and applause erupted from every corner of the land as people celebrated the news with tears of joy. The air was filled with a sense of pure happiness as Lady Ana's husband, Ragnar, held her close and whispered sweet nothings into her ear. "You will finally have the father that you've always dreamed of, my dear," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "And I will become the man I've always wanted to be— A Man of Honor. I will no longer be a bandit, but rather a protector of our child. I will do whatever it takes to keep our child safe." It was an incredibly touching moment, as both Lady Ana and Ragnar were overcome with joy and happiness. The sound of bards singing filled the air as the couple danced gracefully across the land. It was a beautiful sight to behold, as the couple's love for one another was apparent to all who watched. They were truly a match made in heaven as they
The silence filled the room as Mr. Smith descended from the carriage, and the tension was palpable. Ragnar's gaze was fixed on the ground as he tried not to show his fear. Then, a young man who could only be Zach Smith stepped out with his silvery hair and striking features, and the crowd held their breath. "I-It's been a long time, Mr. Smith," Ragnar stuttered, his voice trembling. "Why did you do that to my daughter?" Mr. Smith kicked Ragnar hard, and the noise of flesh hitting flesh echoed throughout the courtyard. Blood oozing from Ragnar's nose only intensified the fear and horror that permeated the air. But the tension exploded when Zach spoke up, his face a mask of worry. "Father, you must stop!" His words were like a spark in a dark room, and for a moment, the crowd held its breath, their gazes locked on Zach. It felt as though time itself had stopped, and all of history rested on his words. The silence that followed was heavy with the weight of emotions; the fear and desperat
The air was still, and the crowds were speechless, their breath catching in their throats as they watched this play out before them. In that moment, not an ounce of noise was to be heard, save for the rustling of the trees as the wind blew through them. "You foolish daughter! I am your father, your only father. You are my daughter, my only daughter. Do not treat me like a stranger in front of a crowd. I took care of you and protected you, yet you treat me like this!" Mr. Smith shouted and pointed at his daughter with such a bad temper.Tears streamed down her eyes, tightening her fist. "You are right, but I want you to treat my husband like you treat me. He also protected me and took care of me."Ragnar, disappointed in himself, still kneeled at Mr. Smith. His face was still covered in blood, and his nose was broken.Zach was shocked by what happened in front of him. "Sister, treat your father better. He was just worried about you." He's worried about what might happen next. Another v