It took 3 whole days for Kay to make some progress while feeling his Qi. After that, it took him over a week to actually learn on how to use the energy in his spells."Faster!" His mentor screamed, making the youth wince. It took at the very least 10 seconds to cast a single spell this way. The process of casting was easier when he simply burned through his reserves, but now he had to feel the vibration and then calculate the exact percentage of power he was going to expend on both Qi and Jing.After some trial and error, he yelled: "How the fuck am I going to do this with your screaming?!""That's right, sorry 'bout that!" The flower demon then fell into a deep silence that was interrupted a few seconds later. "You're doing it wrong."Kay huffed and proceeded to glare at his own hand. "Tell me something I don't already know."The Flower Demon sighted. It was true that the kid's awareness was awful, but this was in a whole other league."Hey… what am I doing it wrong?" He asked, think
"Damn…" The Flower Demon cursed, feeling more and more overpowered. Not only he needed all his strength to keep his brother at bay, the vessel he was using was starting to lose a lot of blood, courtesy of the gaping wound on his center."ROOARRGHT" The creature forced itself out of it's binds and tried to cut the opponent in half.After sidestepping, it gave it's brother a good look. While Long always had black armor-like scales and used a massive sword, made of they're mother tooth, it's usually kind blue eyes now glowed a demonic red. Along with it came the cuts and bruises that it sported and all the blood that poured out of said scars, which showed how much it had been fighting over the centuries.The human-like dragon forced it to stop musing by shooting beams of pressurized water. Such thing was so fast and powerful that it completely pierced the Flower Demon body.It fell down, it's blue blood seeping out of his wounds as the dragon used his sword to pierce its chest.However,
"Shit… fuck!" Kay punched a wall on the second floor, right after throwing up. He never felt so shaken, not even with what happened back on his childhood. "THAT was Long?! How the hell am I suppose to fight that?!"His cries went answered, since some plants went with him. They were clearly young, so little that they would be considered infants in human years. A lot of them looked at him without understanding what was happening, but one had a more unique look on its face."You will have to…" It said, with a voice resembling a child in a cave. It was a bit clueless and cute, but had a unique echo to it. "Father will not survive this fight.""Great… why does these things keep happening to me." Kay sighted, and then looked at the boss doors. He was already out of range from the third floor entrance, but he still could feel the pressure. "He better win.""He won't.""Yeah, but he better turn this situation around. I don't care how!" His knuckles tightened, showing his anger and despair. No
Kay ignored the plants. The clueless idiots were trying to cheer him up, but for the past 2 days, they had little to no success.One of them fell on his lap and eyed the youth with big, cute eyes. Kay only stared back with is blank stare, remembering his master words. His wisdom and training.He shook his head.'Accept it… you lost. Just like it always had been, like it will always be… your efforts will never amount to anything important.'He unconsciously begun to pat the plant, remembering each time he fell down. No matter the challenge, since he entered here, he always got up, but…This was different. He knew he couldn't even begun to comprehend his master's entire power, and he had to defeat someone even stronger than it…"Y'er already giving up?" His attention was grabbed by the gruff voice of the blacksmith, whom looked at him with deep sadness. "Never thought that exhibitionist would form a bond so strong…""He was a weirdo, but…" His face betrayed a myriad of emotions. Anger,
How long was he in this state?Long felt each fiber of his being crying as his energy was sucked out of him. There was also the scorching heat and the acid, that was beginning to eat him away.He kept slashing and hacking the insides of the trap, with no success whatsoever.However, while it was true that such trap kept sucking his life force, things weren't this clear for the dragon on a long time.It's been centuries since his last thought crossed his mind. That was thanks to the pain he was put through, one so terrible that made his mind shut down, lest it'll be destroyed.After he gathered his thoughts, he noticed how not only was the trap keeping him at bay, it was also lessening his pain… slowly, but surely, his mind was clouded no more.This then made he realize where he was, and what happened earlier… and then, an overwhelming guilt spread in through his entire body."What… what have I done…"He asked himself, eyeing the acid that was his brother blood, as well as the green tha
Kay took his distance and looked at his opponent, who waited his next action. Drawing runes in the air, Kay marveled at how easy it was to control his Qi now, comparing to how he was when he begun.After drawing each, he shoot enormous fireballs at his opponent, who raised his hand and concentrated a large amount of water in it. Both attacks connected, and steam erupted.Kay used this to his advantage, moving himself towards the left, hoping to catch his opponent surprised.However, it wouldn't be so easy, for he didn't knew that the dragon could feel his Mana, something that he found out when the monster intercepted him and tried to cut his neck, which he only dodged thanks to his reflex training.This led him to do a back flip to survive a low slash and then trying to use the Ashwinder to cut his opponent.The attack connected, which resulted in the scales being burned and cut. Before he could do more damage, however, water erupted from below Long, which created a column of liquid t
Long eyed the little stones, but paid them no mind. He was almost winning, just one second more and he would taste that human's blood.He was about to cut Kay's neck, when he made a sign with his left hand and flickered out of his sword reach.Next thing he saw was a blinding light, followed with a stupidly high pitch sound.He roared as he was engulfed in darkness once again, but this time, it was his senses that were suffering. In his moment of confusion, Kay flickered and stabbed his chest with the Ashwinder.His stomach was burned and cut in in pieces. Just before he had his neck pierced by the cutlass, a pillar of water erupted out of the ground.He doubled over, the pillar losing height as he puked blood."Curse you!" He sent missiles of water towards all directions. Even if he could feel Mana, the shock of the explosion left his senses all fuzzy, so he couldn't do anything.Kay flickered out of his reach and then sheathed the Ashwinder. Taking the cutlass and making a small sli
Kay eyed the dragon, the despair slowly taking over him. There, in the sea that was created, he felt like he was face to face with a god.Long slowly begun to descend until his feet touched the water surface. Then, Kay noticed the ice that was slowly expanding from there, taking over the surface."Fuck." He begun to swim away, desperately holding into any hope to still survive. He forced more strength into his legs and arms as the cold slowly approached.In his mind, a million images begun to play. Images of his childhood, and the scarring pain that came with them."No… Mother, no!" He cried out, the cold completely encapsulated him, only letting his head out. "Please… I'll be a good boy… don't… punish… me…"He fainted as the cold crept in his bones…Only to feel something warm enveloping him.---The dragon eyed his foe with interest, the question that begun to plague his mind was: what was he talking about?In his mind, all mothers were lovely and saint-like beings. He just didn't u
In a dark room, filled with papers and info, a middle aged man face was illuminated by a computer. In there, he was moving files while ignoring the raging migraine that was splitting his head open.It has been years since this pain cursed his existence.He was a reporter by the name of John Doe and, like the name implied, he was the visage of the average Joe. He payed his bills, walked to his job as a reporter and, overall, had a common routine.Yet, he was far from what could be expected of a simple man.While his Magic was weak, his spell work average and talent for magic beyond that of a donkey, he was smart. Smarter than many around him.This, couple with his inquisitive nature and the ridiculous amount of free time he usually had led him to know things he wasn’t supposed to.He, for example, knew something was amiss with the way Amynistrad worked. He always looked towards other places to live, since power was all that mattered… and this lead to a few, disturbing, conclusions.Why
Michael was having a good day so far.He was walking away from a burning church, his blue flames were melting the walls, eliciting a small chuckle each time he turned back. His walk was calm and collected, a clear contrast to those around him, but he did not care.Sheep didn’t had any right to change anything, for they could not change anything.He eyed a mother, with her child, who both cried and held a small, wooden, symbol. After a quick look, he recognized it as a rosary, which ruined his good humor.Walking towards the couple, he extended his hand and allowed a prison for blueish flames to circle both. Entering the dome, the flames did not touch him, but welcomed him instead.Both mother and child looked at him fearfully. A look he enjoyed as much as hated it.His memory played a bit with him, showing another mother and child in their place, but they were not holding a rosary, instead, they were branded with a pentagram in their arms.The symbol of the East Resistance.A surge of
Felicia honestly couldn’t remember when it all started. All the hatred, the pain and scorn that mother directed at her brother, the same brother she loved… it all sickened her. She could still remember a time where they lived a happy live, where her mom wasn’t obsessed with all of this. The longing feeling in her chest almost made her yelp in pain. Indeed, they where once a big family. She always had a lingering suspicion that there was another thing at play, another thing that destroyed her mother mind, but couldn’t know what it was. Her mother had unstable moments, but the way she acted after Kay’s unique magic was found out… it was on another level. Almost like she felt threatened at his presence. It made no sense, for she was was powerful enough to ascend to nobility, even thought she didn’t even had a name before. It was unbelievable, but she was stronger than most of the Rosebury family combined. Not only that, but she also bore a magic that could restore the Rosebury’s puri
Kay eyed the small piece of paper in front of him with disappointment and bitterness. Idly, he considered just barging in the Rosebury’s and be done with this stupid ordeal, but calmed himself at the words of the Blacksmith, who watched his suffering with amusement. “Remember, Kid. A king’s someone who thinks before act.” The head spoke yet again. Kay knew why he was having that conversation. Yes, he was still angry at the way both of them tried to convince him to give it a rest, and while he knew why they were worried, he also was certain that, if he was to stop working, he would go crazy. So, he tried again to wrote the words that would either bring him together with his family or make them kill each other. Eyeing the paper, he sighted. “This ain’t going anywhere!” He threw his arms up in frustration, the water around him surging as his emotions got the best of him. After he saw both the table, floor and the blacksmiths drenched, he calmed himself down. “Tell me, kiddo… what wil
He woke up with a grimace. Eyeing his surrounds, he quickly calmed himself. The dream, if he could call it that, was so real that gave him chills, yet it couldn’t be anything more than that…At least, that was what he kept repeating to himself. For someone like him, who vowed to never be powerless again, having someone who could so easily enter his mind was terrifying. Even more so if he could control his dreams like that…“No… a dream! That’s all it is!” He stood up, his body aching and his legs trembling. Idly, he wondered if he was as tired as he seemed. Running a hand through his hair, he tested his feet, a grim smile plastering itself on his face. This will take it’s toll… specially on my plans for the next few days…As infuriating as it was, he had to meet his mother again. Not only he craved to see her face when she figures how her entire lineage was on his hands, he also had to discuss how they now served him.It was only normal, after all.No matter what his dreams said about
Kay rose from his slumber as an all too familiar headache exploded. Groaning, he tried to get up, but quickly dismissed the idea as pain shot through his nerves.He tried to remember what happened yesterday, but was drawing a blank. Even thought he kept forcing himself to remember how he ended up in that situation, all he felt was pain.Then, came a smell.He felt his mouth water at that. With renewed vigor, he rose from his bed and his door burst open. He felt himself drawn forward to the delicious scent.There, he saw a plate, full of blood and guts, waiting for him. His alarms shook as he took a tentative step towards the gory visage. His left hand went towards the spoon, it’s skin replaced by the familiar blue scales.He was about to eat, when he took notice of a small detail.Inside the plate, buried beneath the red, was a face… Zera’s face.He jolted himself as a presence made itself known in that room, that was quickly morphing and becoming a nightmarish space. The walls were m
He eyed the destruction with a frown marred on his childlike features. The infernal flame made his white hair stand on it’s end. He briefly wondered if this was fate… or if it was merely vengeance. “What an ugly sight… such vulgar flames shouldn’t be of your interest, Noah.” Nemesis, the Justice Arcana and a sister from the orphanage he grew, spoke with cold indifference. He knew her enough to not be surprised at this. They both wore their best attires, Noah’s was a bit roughed up, while Nemesis, like always, just seemed gloomy and dark. “He is, however, the one destined to bring the world I desire to see.” He made a clicking noise, suddenly remembering about the Fool’s last spell. “Still… for him to have dragon blood…” He shook himself. Plans would need to be made and he would need to make sure that Kay Rosebury would not be his enemy, but for now… he would need to proceed on his actions. He needed to form an alliance with the emperor in front of him. Their eyes met, one carrying
Why! Leon though, sending burst after burst of energy, trying to hit Kay, with little to no success. Why do you keep running? Why do you always run away, like a coward? Like father? With a mighty cry, he let his Mana run wild. Myriads of Magical Circles formed, the waves destroyed the entire area. Panic screams followed soon after. “Where are you? You coward!” Kay ran. His arm lay limp by his side, useless. His Mana was used with the sole purpose to stay awake, to not falter. However, this proved futile, as he could feel his eyelids heavy, his mind was drifting towards eternal darkness. Not yet? He kept counting the seconds, drawing more and more runes to keep Leon at bay. The fire was running wild, charred corpses were laying there. The disgusting smell filled his nostrils, kept him awake through the whole ordeal. At his left, he heard a woman crying. At his right, a man was seeking something, possibly his child. Kay realised, with a grimmace, that this was war. His bod
Took some time for him to map out Leon’s movements, but with his brother constant attacking, Kay felt like he got a good notion about how his opponent thinks. He kept quiet, slowly waiting for an opportunity, until he finally had the chance. Jumping out, he drew a quick rune and sent a wave of fire against his brother, whom blocked it with his shield. Then, Kay used the “Flame of Madness”, which shook the entire ground when impacted. This forced, much to his annoyance, Leon on his knees. Shooting waves of magical power, he expected to pierce the body of his older sibling, but the same sound of fizzling electricity filled the street. This gave him pause, until he heard the sound of a flame whip and grew his shield. Then, for his surprise, it was the ground that melted. Much to his annoyance, the molten rock shot towards his barrier, forcing him to dodge, lest he suffered more Mana consumption. How? He shot multiple waves, this time they were sent in all directions, hoping to pierce