Guys, I really apologize for not updating for so long. My parents do not allow me to write, and it's a lot harder especially since I'm in high school, so I have to focus a bit more on my studies. However, that doesn't mean I'm abandoning this series or the other, it's just on hold. I'm unsure if I can update at the same time as Mob, but I will try to update in summer as well, so please look forward to it. Please continue to follow my series and follow my twitter if you can. You can simply search my author name and it pops up. Thank you for understanding! And that is all for now!
Hello fans! Sorry for the wait. I have been especially busy with school and a lot of personal stuff happened too. I'm back in business!... or so I'd like to say but that hiatus made me a bit lax so I need to write more and more to recover my memories of where we left off and the speed of my typing. I apologize for having no updates upon the series for months. Please continue to give me your support, give your comments if you'd like, give your reviews, I'm all up for it. Without further ado, let's finally give an end to Phize's tale. We're about halfway through so please bear with me until then okay? Thank you for your continued support! And thank you for reading this far into the series!
In modern-day Germany, there was a man who had always loved programming ever since he had come across its term when he was 5 years old. When he went to school a year after, he was regarded as an outcast because of his unique hobby. No one dared get close to him except for someone named Ansgar Wegener, someone who had always loved games. They both had each other to rely on because they had no other friends as well as having unsupportive parents. Fifteen years prior, there was a man walking the crowded snowy streets of Germany, everyone was wearing mittens, scarfs, and jackets, including him too. In contrast to how much he was under wraps, he shivers and mutters for it being so cold out in the open while glancing at the buildings as he passes by. The man is carrying bottles of wine and other alcoholic beverages in which his parents would get drowned over. With him, as an addition, bags of potato chips that are all neatly wrapped. What kind of life am I living? Why didn't I get a job?
In a wooden cabin there lay a family of three. "WAAHHHHHH!" the baby cries loudly inside the cabin. "Awww. What should we name him darling?," Lexia asks. "HOW ABOUT DAD JR.?" the man immediately replies. She is in utter disappointment after hearing his words. "Honey, take this seriously." "Hehe, sorry sorry. How about Vhint Jr.?" "Geez. You're so bad at names, Dad. That's your name." "NO, IT'S NOT. IT HAS JUNIOR." She sighs and looks at her child. "Hmmm. How about..." She thinks for a bit. "How about Phize Gratham?" She looks at the baby, admiring his features. After hearing the mother's suggestion, the baby goes silent. "DARLING! I THINK HE LIKES I-" The baby cries cutting off any more dialogue. "He doesn't like it. He didn't cry from my suggestion." "Oh sheesh. He's gonna get used to it." She proceeds to breastfeed the baby. <
"Phize, Are you feeling okay?" she asks out of concern. "Yeah, mommy," he answered half-baked. "Are you bored?" she worriedly asks. "Oh! No, not at all. I'm just spacing out," replies in an act to remove such worries. "Really now? Don't be shy to ask mommy to stop if you aren't interested 'kay?" She pats Phize on the head. "Now, let's get back to where we left off. You understand how to perform water magic? Or do you want me to chant it again?" "No need, mom." He focuses on the garden. "With the spirits' guidance, spread in and out at such little amounts..." He inhales deeply. With a deep exhale he shouts, "WATER!" Sprinkles of water come out of his hand and a magic circle forms around it, but it seems to be wavering. He is overjoyed with the results. "MOMMY! I DID IT!" "I'M SO PROUD OF YOUUU!" Not long, the magic circle goes unstable and the sprinkles of w
Callas is confronted with both Lexia and Vhint. "Remember the times, when all four of us went adventuring together? Those were good times," he quickly comments. Lexia looks at where the wolf carried Phize away. "I insist you focus on the opponent that is in front of you. You know I'm great with headshots," he boasts with full confidence. Vhint whispers to Lexia. "I know, I'm worried about our son too, but we can't do anything, what he says is true. Besides, if you follow him now, Callas just might follow you and take him hostage himself." "But..." "I know you're discussing in front of my face, and I don't really mind. Just consider it as... a gift from a former comrade. Now with that, can we get started? It's been a while since I fought either one of you. But both of you at the same time? That's a firs-" Vhint attacks Callas but he swiftly dodges. "Can you shut up?" Vhint angrily responds. "Hasn't anyone
Phize wakes up to see a room that doesn't resemble his house. He is lying on a bed. "Huh?" He notices his mother sleeping on his knees. He tries to move but he notices that his arm is in a cast. "Ow... Ow. Ow..." He taps his mom to wake her up. "Mom, what happened?" "Don't wake her up yet. Let her have some rest. She got a pretty bad injury," Vhint responds near a door. Vhint wrapped cloth in his left knee and is now sitting on a chair nearby the bed. "Daddy, what happened to you?" He releases some tears. "Phize... I'm so glad..." he cries, "that you're safe. I'm a bad father, I wasn't able to save you immediately. If only, I was stronger... Son, can you forgive me for being too weak? Phize is utter shock, "E-EH? NO NEED FATHER! I'M PRETTY SURE YOU DID YOUR BEST!" "WAAAAAAH! MY SON IS AN ANGEL! LET ME HUG YOU!" He tries to stand up but struggles due to his injury.<
Phize and Vhint are outside to go to the interview. "Father, are we going to the interview?" "Yes, son." "Hm. That's the first time he ever called me son. Something's up," arousing suspicion from his thoughts. Vhint's hand shivers. "His hand..." he thought. "You don't need to be nervous, father." "Oh... you caught me. You're right. WHAT SHOULD I BE NERVOUS ABOUT? My son can take care of himself, speak full sentences, count, and even perform magic," he says with a forced laugh at the end. He pats Phize's head. "Now, if YOU are nervous, don't worry. Just cling on to daddy." "Sure thing dad." "Normally, one would think this is cheesy. Heck, even my past 20-year old would think that way. But, looking back, I forgot the sensation of being loved by my parents, and as I am currently a 5-year old, I have no shame in being pampered by even the cheesiest of words," he thought. They arrive near a big blue-and-white themed building that somehow resembles a school. "This is the school.
"Here I am." Phize is inside the building. The school is immediately filled with students with the same uniform. "For a medieval-themed world, this school seems pretty modern, not as modern as those we have but it somehow has a unique fashion to it," he thought. A teacher near the door shouts. "EVERYONE! FOLLOW ME TO THE AUDITORIUM!" she said. Everyone falls in line and goes inside the auditorium. "They are pretty well-trained for 5-year olds," he thought. Phize goes down and tries to sit down on an empty seat in the middle group of chairs, around the 3rd row and 5th column. He sees a guy sitting to the left of the seat. "Is this seat taken?" he asks. "Hm? Oh, no it isn't," the guy earnestly responded. He tries to sit but the guy suddenly whispered something. "Conjure spikes..." He pauses in thought because he was suspicious of him and decided to change seats instead.
Hello fans! Sorry for the wait. I have been especially busy with school and a lot of personal stuff happened too. I'm back in business!... or so I'd like to say but that hiatus made me a bit lax so I need to write more and more to recover my memories of where we left off and the speed of my typing. I apologize for having no updates upon the series for months. Please continue to give me your support, give your comments if you'd like, give your reviews, I'm all up for it. Without further ado, let's finally give an end to Phize's tale. We're about halfway through so please bear with me until then okay? Thank you for your continued support! And thank you for reading this far into the series!
Guys, I really apologize for not updating for so long. My parents do not allow me to write, and it's a lot harder especially since I'm in high school, so I have to focus a bit more on my studies. However, that doesn't mean I'm abandoning this series or the other, it's just on hold. I'm unsure if I can update at the same time as Mob, but I will try to update in summer as well, so please look forward to it. Please continue to follow my series and follow my twitter if you can. You can simply search my author name and it pops up. Thank you for understanding! And that is all for now!
That's it for now for the mass posting. I want to spend at least my New Year's by playing and doing dumb stuff and whatnot. So I will go on an indefinite hiatus once more. I will mass-post when I have enough. Thank you all for reading my story and for reaching it this far. I hope you continue to support me even when I am away. Don't forget to join my discord server (it's in the synopsis) if you want. Thank you all for your support and this is me signing off for the year! Have a great New Year!
"To make me say that would have to take a bit of convincing, I'm afraid," Phize stated."Not convinced after seeing my face?""Mmmm, nope. Anyway, have your parents visited you?""Just normal talk," he thought."Nope.""Why?""Busy on taking land domain. Both of them.""I seem to think I'm the only one with decent parents this time around," he thought."I see. Do you miss them?""Why are you here?" she asked."Yikes, she ignored my question. She must really hate me," he surmised, "I've got a long way ahead of me.""If you came here to interrogate me, I insist you get your eyes checked and get out of here. I might get infected by your miasma.""Can't back down. I have to set my status to be someone at least equal to her," he thought."Woah, calm down. Just wanted to get to know you better.""Well, I'm not willing.""We're going to be seeing each other for a few days or weeks to pass. You can't find yourself chatting with Qi or Trod only.""Ahem, I can choose who to speak with. It is so
"C-Cursed Child?" Taya asked as she got up."Please address me by my real name," Phize suggested."Hearing her say the name from her own mouth makes me feel like it's an insult. I rather her call me Phize," he thought."Wh-Where am I?""The doctors can answer that for you."They ambushed Taya.She asked all kinds of questions and so did the doctors."Don't let me regret my decision," Phize mumbled to himself.He left the room and peacefully walked in the hallways.He got lost in his own mind that he did not notice how much time passed by and how many medical personnel got past him."Hm… never imagined my thought process was capable of forming such inhumane thoughts."There was a slight halt to his speculation."Well, that might be the case when I do not refer to humans. She did not treat me like a human and as implied just now, she still does not. So, if she doesn't treat me like one… why do I have to treat her as such? I have no obligation to.""This is the path I chose. If I have to
Phize called for the doctors, and they scurried to the room.Once they entered, they saw that Vhint held Harris's hand and grasped it firmly. It almost seemed like the two were once close.The scenery could be interpreted as a person mourning the comatose of a dear best friend."Dad?" Phize asked with the arrival of the doctors.Vhint faced them with flowing tears."Did we… interrupt something?" Phize questioned."No, no…"Vhint stood up and stepped aside."Please… go ahead."The doctors surrounded Harris.Phize faced his father."Father… do you happen to know Harris? Were you close with him?"Vhint made an obvious excuse. The time it took to get the answer hinted at it."… I'm just an empathetic person. When I saw how badly injured he was, it made me cry. How a person went through such pain… makes me feel pity.""I can tell what he said was a half-truth. But even so, that reasoning of his is very endearing, and it is obvious he still has some demons to fight. I will respect that," Ph
Welson was inside the room he entered.He stared blankly at the book that was on top of the desk."Phize… Gratham… Drestil… that kid… how could I ever forget his face?"He remembered the time he kept punching his face 7 years ago."My daughter… I already accepted that it wasn't your fault. I already knew the truth by then. But why… why did you have to get involved with my son… OF ALL PEOPLE?!"He banged the desk.His breathing began to increase in frequency. This, later on, calmed down."How am I supposed to think you're innocent when you downright kill him?"He felt conflicted.He put his head on the book and placed his hands on top of his head.He whispered, "… Stop haunting me… Leave me alone… Why did you have to interfere… Get out of my head… Get out of my head… Get out of my head… Get out of my head… Get out of my head… Get out of my head…"He kept on muttering the same phrase over and over again, steadily increasing in tone and volume."Get out of my head… Get out of my head… GE
The children at the beach were playing with a ball. It was very reminiscent of the last happy memory he ever formed back in the past world. … .. . 25 years ago, in Germany. It was a very snowy day. There was a young boy who held the hands of his parents. He was stepping playfully on the snow that formed at their feet. All of them had red beanies and brown boots. His parents wore brown trenches and blue-green gloves, while the little kid had a thick blue sweater and green mittens just right for his size. The kid counted his steps. "One, two, three, four…" The family arrived at a park. There, they met up with another family who also had their son. They had similar attire. They nudged their son. "Come on, Ansgar." The parents of the first and second families met up, leaving the two children be. "U-Uh, 'sup," Ansgar answered nervously. "Hm? Why so nervous?" the other child asked. "I mean, seeing each other after school still really strikes me as odd… so…" "Ah, is that so…
On top of a tall and flat building, there was a man who had blonde hair, and brown eyes and wore a clear white robe that extended from his shoulders to his legs. He wore a necklace shaped like a diamond with a star in the middle, and in the middle of that star was an eye, made of metal. He kept watch over the city below."Such beautiful scenery…" he uttered.A man in a thick cream and brown robe approached him, who also wore the same necklace whispered into his ear."Mhm… Mhm… What? Wait, what? Could you repeat that again? You can speak up, we are the only ones here," he permitted.The man took a few steps back and cleared his throat."Ehem… I have received leaks from the mouths of the Alganists. According to what I have heard, they declared that Spellmaster was dead and that they were cheering because they were on their way to conquering the minds of the people.""Wh-What is the meaning of this?! Spellmaster… is dead? Is that information accurate?""It has been confirmed by two such