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Chronicles of Aetheria Chapter 90: The Next Day
"Get up Kael.. You'll be late to class again." Dogo said, tapping his shoulder. "Allow me to sleep a little bit, just a little bit." Kael protested using the pillow to cover his head when Dogo jumped on the pillow, landing with his butt on it. "I heard an old student of Nevermore Academy has returned.. The most beautiful maiden in the Magic Department." Dogo said with smiles on his face. "And how's that my own business?" Kael groaned from underneath the pillow and Dogo chuckled, rising to his feet. "Everything about it is your business." He said amidst chuckling and walked out of the room. Kael laid on the bed for more than 10 minutes before finally getting on his feet and walked into the bathroom. Within 30 minutes, he had finished dressing up and then proceed towards the class. "I haven't eaten for long." He grumbled, holding his stomach as he managed and enter the class only to interrupt the Teacher's teaching. "Good Morning Ma." He greeted absentmindedly causing the studen
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Chronicles of Aetheria Chapter 2: The Chase
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Chronicles of Aetheria Chapter 3: Captured by the Reapers
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Chronicles of Aetheria Chapter 4: The Eleventh Captive
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Chronicles of Aetheria Chapter 5: Their Fate
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Chronicles of Aetheria Chapter 7: Kill or Get Killed
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