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2024-10-29 19:42:56Happy New Year to all! Nate here.
January has finally come! This is the official month of posting for the continued chapters of the novel. Much of the story will slowly progress into the action heavy scenarios of the first few chapters.
I cannot wait to fill in on the new chapters as well as the coming months. This will be a familiar and unfamiliar territory overall. Thus as much as there will be familiar like scenes comparable to other fantasy stories, elements like this are inevitable.
Please bear in mind, there will be Tagalog elements within the story. Mostly words or names, and the occasional phrases. This not a pure Filipino work, but their history and language basically derive from my native tongue. This is a conscious decision more as a reference than hard driven origin or the likes.
These kinds of things are not ideal representation, I know, but the story is not a hundred percent Filipino because mostly it's a mix of European sort of elements. We are talking about a fiction world connected to a crystal as their sun : )
Either way, thank you for your time reading, enjoy!
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Ocular to the Dying Sun Forgive Me; part 3
“Keeping our safe is one of our best traits, we believe and trust each other even with fault. And we will always, b—but…” Uran stuttered. He felt a hand on his shoulder as he blinked then continued. “I’m sorry…” he sobbed, “but a few minutes before we entered our destination, an accident occurred, and we need to a rescue party to venture into the forest. A few of the children fell through the hole made by a Dire-eater. I believe they are still alive from the distance we were attacked.“Please proceed to the main deck, all hands available, in fifteen. Jaaron, Pemmi, prepare the break light.” Uran finished.He knew Rona or Luri has already prepared for this protocol even before they landed, but it was Jaaron and Pemmi at the helm of the captain’s cabin. If they can’t monitor it for him then what is the worth of making them both his direct apprentices for the positions of both second and third
Ocular to the Dying Sun Forgive Me; part 4
“Good, the sliver is bright and clear. This is good Uran, your son is alive and well. Nearer even than we expect.” Ugnile said as he looked back to Uran whose face lessened its tension as he saw the light of the thread. “My Agulman can only last five minutes in one cast, we need to search for him in this bracket before we have to recast the spell again.”Uran nodded, partially aware of how an Aguulman works. “Thank you Ugnile,” as he said this, the sound of an engine, discreet humming. He looked around and saw the two Festoons rising from the side of the Sunflora.The nearest Festoon from the right is commandeered Ronata with an extra crew member under Esie, while the other is driven by Lotois with Luri along with one crew member that also belonged with Esies’. There was no time to bother with other things, Uran pointed Ugnile and Eran to Ronata, while Thera and Erizoma automatically rode on Lotois’.“Five mi
Ocular to the Dying Sun Forgive Me; part 5
Approaching Lotois first, Uran hugged him as he patted Keia’s head, she sobbed and stayed hiding. Her clothes were stained, and her elbow and arm are covered in blood. Beside them, Ronata ran to Luri whom she hugged along with her son. Erizoma and Thera stood on either side of the group, their weapons at the ready.“Don’t worry,” Lotois said as he noticed Uran looking at the blood, “it’s not hers,” he said but looked at the other crew member.Uran nodded and moved to the crew member before and patted him. “We need to deliver the child back onboard despite. What happened to your Festoon?”“Ripped half, after landing at least, the damn Dire-Father limbs reached us,” Erizoma said as he looked back to where they came from. “We luckily found where Keia and the two who were with her, but we couldn’t save the other boy who was already injured and bleeding. Ochre is the only one uninjured, sur
Ocular to the Dying Sun A Hand that Held; part 1
Crossing over the fields of the forest originally felt like a suicide mission to Elder Lymantera, in the hopes her loyal soul comes soothed and an example to her fellow Kabay who lived with the dignity of never throwing their arms in the face of death for their cause. However, she felt the pain of regret as her eyes blurred from being thrown to the ground after the blast radius of the Prime Magician’s magic rocked the winds off any living creature around.Broken tree logs and shattered branches, dead animal bodies mixed with Dire-eaters left and right, the iron smell of blood and charcoal bogged Elder Lymantera who covered the basket she carried. There, inside, lay the sleeping visage of the babe, her eyes softly closed as her tiny hands gripped the handkerchief of her mother. Dust slightly entered the edges of her comfortable-looking bed fixed with soft blankets, but the old woman managed to protect her face and other parts just in case.In exchange for her effo
Ocular to the Dying Sun A Hand that Held; part 2
“Hello, I—how are you able to—haaa… It’s not good to leave children in this dangerous place.” Elder Lymantera said while she tried retaining her lips from spewing panic and misleading words, something to avoid influencing the children in front of her.It was useless to the other child inside the small opening, a girl with an injured shoulder because the child whimpered and remained to sink deeper against the wall that sheltered them. Compared to the younger child who was looking over Elder Lymantera’s shoulder, he seemed distracted despite their situation. He looked tired and hesitant, but the shine of curiosity did not go away from his eyes.“What was that?” he asked as he pointed at a large chunk of the Dire-eater Mother that was previously gliding above the skies. “It shines like a superstar up in the sky, it’s amazing.” Then his pointing hand clenched and he slowly pulled his arm back to his b
Ocular to the Dying Sun A Hand that Held; part 3
Picking a stick nearby, checking if it was good as a weapon or distraction, she held on to this like a pole ready on hand for an incoming attack even if she had no chance of using it or winning against anyone. Overhead is the darkness looming and the occasional sounds of rustle and Dire-eater screech, though only a distance, it ticks a nervousness in her when the rumble of their movements could be felt and heard.Down behind the rock hiding place, several uprooted trees and a clearing could be seen where the destruction of the fighting small Dire-eaters seemed to have also chunked out a part of the land. Roaming to see where the girl lay felt like hours, but it only lasted for seconds, and the idea of taking her time to see if the girl was still alive is a dread she was delaying.She did find the girl, all bloodied and partially trapped, though the girl could move from where she is, her injury was what kept her from moving. The bone on her shoulder must have already di
Ocular to the Dying Sun Voices of Hurting; part 1
Blinding lights blurred Yphemu’s vision, rather, made her lose her peripherals. Like a horse with bright white blinders, her eyesight focused on a tunnel vision in front of her as she poured her attention to all the Dire-eaters surrounding their quarters.Noise built from the lungs of oppressed and struggling washed away from the sweeping silence that rang through her mind while she attended to the needs of the many. Sucking her breath, she stayed afloat with a bit of breeze just so she could glide to another medium-sized Dire-eater sweeping the skies towards their headquarters.Callous hands felt the growing warmth of her rapier's metal hilt as she bent her elbow back and angled her torso to an angle that put force on the stab she was aiming to do on the neck of the creature where its gills flapped and sparkling magic entered. With trained eyes, a magician can easily determine the anatomy of a Dire-eater due to its nature being made out of Slitark magic in its e
Ocular to the Dying Sun Voices of Hurting; part 2
Yphemu looked at Epiro who felt his face was pale and confused, but she knew that he was creating problems in his head. Not from sheer lack of experience, but consideration.His eyes looked at her and she made sure that her gaze was firm but comforting. Yphemu is not only the bastion holder of a title passed down with the strongest light magic, she stands with the people she cares for at close consideration.He whispered, “I knew it…”Sacr looked at him and prompted him to speak. The way she usually does, by nudging him with the butt end of her gun. He looks at her with a not-annoying frown but started to speak.“We’ve noticed that a part of the barrier is losing its hold. All of my men managed to evacuate all possible human casualties away, back to a part of the barracks that could hold guard, and we’ve made an effort to stop the youngling Dire-eaters from entering there. But…” Epiro, his grip strong on h
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<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 : )
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
