Last Updated:
2024-10-29 19:42:56Good day reader, Nate here :)
This is a notice letter to declare that this title will be on long hiatus until most of the chapters have been filled in. Forgive this humble writer ):
The coming chapters will be released two to three days per week after March 13.
As for now, it's going smoothly, but other contract titles are becoming higher priority because of their shorter deadline and importance.
This title is a passion project that I've lined up after Suitable Bags of Flesh, though it could be said that that title have been cut short, it's gone too long and have begun round about with it's story. This title is very much shorter in contrast, and there is a definite ending.
As of right now, I am focusing getting my health back, writing more and praying that all things in my health and everyone around me be good and well.
See you,
Acrimony
Previous Chapter
Related Chapters
Ocular to the Dying Sun <intermission> Acrimony Notes
Good day, Nate here : )A year has passed since I last wrote for this story. Right now I am on a newer project and would be remiss to say that it has grabbed my focus from Ocular to the Dying Sun. This story will remain Hiatus until further notice, but for now I shall be relying some of the few updates I have been busy with. I have written a Supernatural story that has been published in a different place so it will not be featured here. It's themes are quite spicier than the ones I have made here, but not as grotesque as my first title. I'm sorry for not putting any form of story until this day. Have a good timme : )
Ocular to the Dying Sun The Birth of Passing the Magician’s Baton; part 1
░░░░░Large chains shackled the lands under the foot of a young girl curiously peering over the edge beyond the magical concrete fence. She calls herself Green. She stood at the edge of their family’s property, a good mile away from the edge of their house fence. Soil faintly disappears under the extending lush grass-covered ground that floated into vast cloudy nothingness.Over, yonder high above the trees, Green’s tiny head illuminated with bright sunlight through the yellow leaves of a tree, its veil covered into a lovely hair for Fall.‘Tis season of “Taglagas,” a point of the year the lands shift gradually. The rock is considered a source of light in their world, where chains bind from the ground to keep afloat, repositions to loosen its magical hold and slowly lower them away from its warmth.This season is not the first time Green experienced Taglagas. She remembers how the season goes and comes. But she forgets how th
Ocular to the Dying Sun The Birth of Passing the Magician’s Baton; part 2
▓▓▓▓▓Strong gusts of wind, coming from the east of the barracks, going south brought the smell of magic into the air. There are several reasons why the wind’s direction is undesirable for most of the soldiers within the barracks. Because that is the location of the Dire crystals newly harvested, sought throughout Angwail after the Ocular.The simplest “Barrier” spell can help protect this place, in the middle of a dense forest surrounded by a mountain range. Beheld every second year after the last Ocular, this place is often isolated, in between whenever it is not needed. Caretakers are only allowed a month before the Ocular, so any event before stocking Dire crystals would be a different issue. After the Ocular, when all possible Dire crystals have gone through treatment accordingly, it remains open for an entire month until all the crystals within are delivered. Many citizens from across the kingdom, private companies, and the public await
Ocular to the Dying Sun Dire-eater Fascination; part 1
▓▓▓▓▓Explosions ring through echoing past the mountain range that surrounds the forests where the barracks are of the Dire crystals. The airships in the docking bay are trapped because of the ongoing battle outside the barracks walls. All ships hovered in preparation to lift off for departure, but none of them could inch farther than the roof of the garage or the people inside of it being trapped and nervous. The only respite they believed in was the power that lady Yphemu and her men held in battle.Sure enough, proving that they are as capable as one says, they end the distraught with the force of a hammer on the nail and affix their win with shouts of victory. Securing their leave was a priority they had to take in this window of opportunity. With the magicians on the rooftops ready with their wands, each one cast long-lasting shield magic that extends to other magicians on Festoon’s, a five-man passenger airship, above them. They spread the protection’
Ocular to the Dying Sun Dire-eater Fascination; part 2
Before he could plunge into the skies, which he most likely will never notice even if the strong winds slapped his chubby face, a dark-gloved hand covered the tiny ones that held the latch. Its pair patted his head as the child felt his body be pulled from the window. He heard a soft voice speak behind him, saying. “What is it, Ame? Do you see your favorite Moth-Rays*?”Ame, the chubby child, looked away from the window and gazed at the man he knew as his father. Known to him as a dad, but to others as Captain Uran. Rifeus to those close to him. The sound of the winds from the outside stopped as his father closed the window. Fondly carrying him from the cushy window seat and then settling him on the sofa bed just beside it, he was laid there while the other children sat around, peacefully settled with their closed eyes and wriggly bodies.Uran’s sleeping quarters within the captain’s cabin of the Sunflora are divided into two rooms, a type of gu
Ocular to the Dying Sun Dire-eater Fascination; part 3
▓▓▓▓▓Sweat trickled down the wrinkled neck of Elder Lymantera as she held the crib when the shaking started. Sounds of chaos and magic surround the rock walls of the building they reside in, a part of the private building within the barracks that serve as the living area of the Prime Magician and all other residents. The place also contains several empty rooms to accommodate anyone not part of the ceremony but who needs to stay in the barracks.The room’s walls are barren with a large ornate cabinet, wooden sofa, table with a plate of cookies, and a few bottles of milk; finished with a king-size bed with a Slitark shard chandelier on the side walls. Two windows bring light to the room that shows the expanse of the showy garden that is used to receive guests or for bigger parties, or official celebrations. Big as the garden may seem with its well-cultivated landscape and plants, it was still enveloped by the tall trees and the vast valley. Hiding it from the view
Ocular to the Dying Sun Forgive Me; part 1
Running around the clunky engine room, helping the crew adjust and fix several steaming machinations was all Uran did once he finished helping clear the number of Dire-Eater Sprouts from the top deck. His purpose had diminished once they were manageable enough for the remaining fighters of his crew and the just-arrived hired escort mercenaries that adds to their fighting power. His next instinct was to place himself in the presence of the captain’s quarters and deck but sensed that the engine room will need all hands as the newly fixed machine core still needed time to get acclimated running a burden three times it can manage.Meaning, it hasn’t been used at speeds above ground that have an opposing wind running 2km per knot. The Shroud gleamed under the night sky as it showed signs of being overused in acquiring energy from the Slitark’s moonlight. Though no one can assure how fast or long the Shroud-cable sail can go and support the distribution of the cor
Ocular to the Dying Sun Acrimony Note 1
Hi! Nate here.This is my new novel here in Meganovel, with the first and second chapter complete, and a preview of the third. As for now, it will be in a month long hiatus due to the incoming season, Deccember, and how busy we are at the forefront at home and other places. After writing a science-fiction erotica, Suitable Bags of Flesh, I've moved on from the long narrative of the monster-x-human shipping and crossed over to fantasy-fiction with a focus heavy on magic and slight drama. It's not that heavy for anyone to read but is more of an adventure to the realm of Slitark and the Prime Magician as the focus. I've made artwork and character design study based on how I imagined my characters would look like, hence the cover. You can look through my pixiv, just search for pansikoser, so that you can preview the art and other designs. Thank you for taking time reading this. There will be instances that I will update something, like related artworks and the likes during this season.
Latest Chapter
- Ocular to the Dying Sun
<intermission> Acrimony Notes
Good day, Nate here : )A year has passed since I last wrote for this story. Right now I am on a newer project and would be remiss to say that it has grabbed my focus from Ocular to the Dying Sun. This story will remain Hiatus until further notice, but for now I shall be relying some of the few updates I have been busy with. I have written a Supernatural story that has been published in a different place so it will not be featured here. It's themes are quite spicier than the ones I have made here, but not as grotesque as my first title. I'm sorry for not putting any form of story until this day. Have a good timme : )
- Ocular to the Dying Sun
Acrimony Note 2
Good day reader, Nate here :) This is a notice letter to declare that this title will be on long hiatus until most of the chapters have been filled in. Forgive this humble writer ): The coming chapters will be released two to three days per week after March 13. As for now, it's going smoothly, but other contract titles are becoming higher priority because of their shorter deadline and importance. This title is a passion project that I've lined up after Suitable Bags of Flesh, though it could be said that that title have been cut short, it's gone too long and have begun round about with it's story. This title is very much shorter in contrast, and there is a definite ending. As of right now, I am focusing getting my health back, writing more and praying that all things in my health and everyone around me be good and well. See you,Acrimony
- Ocular to the Dying Sun
Distracted Night Light’s; part 7
Certain that they were far from the rest of the group Epiro was with and Lagodis, they stood by the wall outside of the eatery, at least twenty steps away in an alley well-lit from the main road but dim enough to hide them from people. “Mitt, I’m sorry for not listening to what you needed of me,” Epiro said as a sense of frustration grew ever slowly. “However, it isn’t a reason for you to follow me outside of the mansion at this hour. You don’t think everyone would be worried when you’re a child in danger, here?” One second of looking at each one’s expression, with Epiro doing his best to express the exasperation he’s felt, should have equally clued in what they should be conveying. But Epiro wasn’t expecting the small, determined look on Mitt’s face, along with his words. “I’m confident no one noticed me,” with an exhale as if the boy was the one exasperated by Epiro’s reaction. “Besides, this isn’t the first time I’ve done this. Just, it’s a new place for m
- Ocular to the Dying Sun
Distracted Night Light’s; part 6
People entered through the sloppy-looking entranceway. All dark wood and sort of slanted by the way Mitt looked at it from where he stood, small, with his neck craned impressed a sense of caution to his senses. Hiding underneath a cloak did not help him with how the shadow of his hood made everything feel dim. Still, hearing the patrons outside that gathered with joviality say “Aling Nora” several times made him relieved to know he wouldn’t need to scour the entire street to see where Epiro went. Planning a way to know about the rumors and proving the truth behind them was Mitts thought. Thinking of a plan isn’t something he could do on his own, but he trusts that Epiro could think with him since Mitt knows that their work isn’t just about being hired swords. Mitt needs to figure out where he could start his investigation about the rumors, and where to start with people connected to a plethora of information. The Militia. Eagerly following the flow o
- Ocular to the Dying Sun
Distracted Night Light’s; part 5
Her request was simple and ten years old at that. It somehow related to the rumors about Mitt’s father, but not entirely just about paternal relations. There was never a chance she wouldn’t hear it as if the rumor vine didn’t reach the ears of her office walls. Annoyance? Dismay? Curiosity. There were a handful of thoughts that entered her mind but what boggled Yphemu as she requested to investigate the rumors, in detail while Lagodis looked up Mitt’s family history, was the fact her mind went blank. Reading the first investigation on the family or possible relatives, according to the location of the last location Mitt was found has the lowest likeliness to know accurately. However, Lagodis did discover that there were, at the time, traces of magic coming from an unregistered airship. Everything about the magic reeked of illegal alchemy with several layers that Lagodis was surprised the supposed airship stayed stable. Looking for traces or evidence of the air
- Ocular to the Dying Sun
Distracted Night Light’s; part 4
It’s nothing to deny, he’s been told that he looked like a few people, all high in rank or aristocratic. Some even curried favor to Yphemu, on certain occasions, with blanket compliments about despite not being of blood relation he has a strong resemblance to her. He often watched these people and internally feel embarrassed for comments like that, since he would love to believe he is truly the child of Yphemu. Knowing in his mind that he isn’t despite not having any memory of his past before he was four doesn’t help make him feel at ease. “At least I’m here beside her,” he whispered. “Is there something wrong with the water master Mitt?” said the maid who was behind the accordion divider a few steps away. “Nothing, Neldy, I just suddenly felt tired,” Mitt said with the best pleasant voice he could muster. “There’s nothing wrong. I’m going to get out now.” Nodding, the maid readied his robes and other towels to lightly dry him and soon he was
- Ocular to the Dying Sun
Distracted Night Light’s; part 3
Being stone souled and hard-hearted for her family, as the head, brings her so much on the plate to think about that sometimes, other factors of one path begin to be missed. Considering that she’s always wanted what was best for Yphemu as of current, right now, if her daughter doesn’t want to be with someone then all she could do is help her introduce her to someone. “Alright,” Lady Tethea said, her eagerness lesser but her eyes showed concern out of fondness. “You’ve managed to avoid the potential of marriage once again.” She sighed but looked at her, eyes slightly glinting at the light of the sun. “But, no matter, whether you will be married by choice or not. I know you will. I have faith that your soul is healed and strong, once more.” Noticing the last piece of biscuit on the plate, Yphemu picked the piece and placed it on one other plate filled with cupcakes. She nodded and smiled at her mother before their next conversation turned to a one-sided gossip about th
- Ocular to the Dying Sun
Distracted Night Light’s; part 2
With another soft clink of the teacup on its saucer, Lady Tethea looked at her with a somber face. Eyebrows creased in the middle and completely dour. “One mishap from your last pregnancy is enough to be a mar to your name. Good thing you coincidentally found young Mitt during that time to cover for your first child’s death.”Yphemu’s pregnancy isn’t something she explicitly spoke about, and it’s not something she is proud of especially if the concern of her conception isn’t the fact that the man was someone deplorable or hated by but the idea that she couldn’t remember who the man was. Beyond the imagination and the assumption of many, one simple fact remains, she does not know who the father is and will never want to know who.The old woman could remember the way Yphemu handled this situation, moving forward and proving her worth to the world a second time. Masking over her unwanted pregnancy with her resolve to be the
- Ocular to the Dying Sun
Distracted Night Light’s; part 1
▓▓▓▓▓Pale light marches through in between shadows of people walking in and out of the city coming from the shards of each lamp post from the main gates. Everything else is in a shade of color that blinds the senses with multi-facets not of origin within the All-Monarch kingdom.The bustle and crowd gathering did not change from the norm, though it contributed greatly to the variety of sound pollution coming from the different languages each person spoke. Various fashions from neighboring cities merge and are displayed through the streets, filling the extent of mundane drab clothes now spiced over a drab of exotic tinges popping in and out.The variety of clothes ranged from finely colorful woven sarongs, and turbans made of coarse leaf strands to posh velvet vests and sharply ironed brown slacks and petticoat ribboned dresses. Mixed cultures and traditional garb walked through the cobble-paved streets of the main city of All-Monarch, equally welcoming the busi
