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Of The Wind

The assassination will take place during the Grand Council assembly.

The Grandmaster’s eyes were piercing Sora, their milky hue more disturbing than the young Shugenja would admit.  Why was he looking at her? He couldn’t possibly think…

Haru, you will be the leader. May your body be one with Wind.

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Jadeite Empress

A purple drop escaped the gold-tipped fingernail. The Empress stared, fascinated as it evaporated before reaching the ground.
Poison, a marvelous thing. It brought a certain elegance to what was altogether a brutish deed.
“You did well, Ti” said the Empress, her green lips curving into a dangerous smile. Ti knew it was time to leave, but the curiosity became too strong to resist.
“If I may Empress… Why poison? It is not in our clan’s tradition… ”
“Oh, my dear Ti. Have you forgotten who I am?” Read more…

Why Am I The Only Girl Here? (War Gaming)

2520734First of all, sorry for my delay in writing about Sky’s and Lotta’s adventures. I’ve been so busy trying to get my student visa application in order, which honestly is a great pain in the butt. I will get the second part (and last) story of Sky finished next week.

In the meantime, I wanted to share an experience and ask anyone that might  be (or have been) in the same situation as me. Read more…

Short Story: Hope Against Hope (Part I)

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My sketch of Sky

Sitting on the edge of Platform 11, Sky tried her best to forget about the nightmare that was about to come to life on the very airship she called her home. She felt the pull of air as her legs danced freely outside the massive metal frame. A friendly technician called out her name, warning her about the dangers of relaxing so close to an open gate. Others would stop by to cheerfully say hello to their favorite pilot, then scurry back to their jobs.

‘As if they didn’t know.’ she thought bitterly. Read more…

V. The Time I Gained My Voice: Patta’s Story

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Patta shivering: a rough sketch

The life of a foximunk is not as easy as one would think.

When a foximunk is born, a ritual is immediately performed to determine what magical ability they innately possess. Then the Council of Parents test their survival abilities of the little ones by abandoning them for at least a week in the wilderness. An eternally long, terrifying, and wit-crushing week.

Sounds fun, doesn’t it? Read more…

IV. To Donna’s! (Which Way is East?)

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Unfinished map of Lotta’s world. Once I’m done with it I will also give it a name!

The silence in the room felt so heavy it was bearing down on Lotta, bringing her closer and closer towards the floor. Babi had not said a word since she finished telling him about their troubles and his stare was piercing right through her. To Lotta’s dismay he did not look as amused as she had hoped. Her gaze jumped from Babi to his old bookshelf, to his even older desk, to Babi again and then decided that the floor was the safest bet. She found the cracks in the wooden planks extremely fascinating. Read more…

Hope Against Hope

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Well… I am not going to make excuses.. Well, I guess I am actually. I was supposed to post a story about Lotta and her friends, but instead I am working on a different piece… *guilty eyes*

There is an Australian writing contest for short stories and poetry that I decided to take part in. The theme is Hope Against Hope and the entries are due March 6th, so I am a bit late when it comes to writing.

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III. The Outcast Wizard Teaching Anthropology

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Rough sketch of Babi, the Outcast Wizard

As he walked into Flinn’s Spellshop, Babi was grateful for the calming smell of old parchment paper after his hectic walk through the Merchant’s Alley. He paused to admire his favorite bookstore, which looked deceivingly small to an untrained eye. Babi once heard a story of a young couple almost starving to death after getting lost in the Spellshop’s maze. Only powerful magicians, usually Senior Academics, venture into the store to browse for more knowledge and wisdom gathered since the beginning of the written word. It is also known as a place where Seniors send their most annoying pupils to have a a break from work for a day or two. Read more…

II. The Peculiar Case of a Spell and the Troublesome Book of Anthropology- Continued

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Sha and Patta, a rough sketch

There are things in the Great Empire that greatly confused Sha once he arrived at the Academy. Firstly, he was surprised to learn that his home nation, in the Imperial tongue, is called the Minor Blue Marsh Kingdom. Not only did they get the colour wrong, there is not a single marsh in it.

The first time he corrected Mrs. Splint and said it is actually named “Deep Green Forest Kingdom”, was also when he found out it is better to completely avoid speaking when you have green skin. Read more…

I. The Peculiar Case of a Spell and the Troublesome Book of Anthropology

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My rough sketch of Lotta and Patta

‘Lottitia!’ an ear-piercing shriek tore through the usually quiet little house. Lottitia knew she was in deep trouble, deeper than in a Dargul’s belly. Of course, if her mom heard her say that out loud, chances are it would make her more furious.

‘It’s Lotta, for Dargul’s sake mom!’ she yelled back, adding a simple vibration spell to enhance the sound of her voice. Lotta thought she could slow her mom down by shocking her with unladylike speech, while she was desperately trying to hide the cause of her trouble. ‘Patta, come on, help me out, before the siren comes’ she whispered to her pet foximunk. Unfortunately, she forgot her spell was still working. Read more…

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