When I finally returned to my senses: I had some delicious antler-bear blood, took a few sips from Ethir’s wrist, and took a short nap as the situation progressed. We had to leave the maglev because Ailyn had woken up, and was preparing to return to Black Mithril to pick reinforcements and supplies. Continue reading →

With all of our preparations finished, we simply had to board the gigantic silver worm; Ailyn said it was called a Maglev. She was the only person who understood how to operate the device which controlled the creature, so it was her job to guide us to our destination. Continue reading →

A few weeks after my recovery, the storm outside had subsided; I was able to start teaching and preparing for our departure again. Among the dark-elves, nearly all of them were proficient in at least one form of magic and many were excellent craftsmen. Continue reading →

My schedule was incredibly hectic, but I needed to pass down as many of Michael’s techniques as I could… because I was running out of time. My writing skills were terrible back then, so I needed Ethir’s help with recording the spells that were above level four; since not even Nadja was able to learn or perform any of them. Continue reading →

I love flying; that feeling of brisk wind whipping across my body, the weightlessness, looking down upon the world from a place that most people could never reach. For whatever reason, that night was actually the first time that I had ever really enjoyed gliding through the air so much. Continue reading →

The morning after my illusory conversation with Michael; the cute little dark-dwarven girl, Ailyn, came to the palace. She didn’t have any particularly unique physical features: white hair, large eyes, with bright grey irises, and she seemed to be a lot more muscular than most; but that was probably because she was a blacksmith. Continue reading →

Eredhon Nerorneth was my ex-husband, and the only person in the whole world who could turn me into a monster. I always told myself “There’s no way he could have survived this long, someone must have killed him by now.” and went on with my life, I was content. Continue reading →

Some people spend their entire lives mastering a single weapon or magical element, which is fine, but the moment they have to face an enemy that their very narrow set of skills can’t deal with… it usually doesn’t turn out very well for them. Continue reading →

Power doesn’t corrupt, it simply reveals a person’s true nature… Which typically creates the illusion that their personality has changed as a result. Desperation is what can actually warp someone’s soul, but we all lose our innocence eventually, who we become after that transformation is what really matters. Continue reading →

Every night for a whole month, I was forced to deal with excessively annoying but surprisingly useful people. They were always in some sort of life or death situation, which was usually born from their own mistakes or foolishness. Continue reading →