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She was unafraid, for he was unaware of her presence. She was resolute in this belief. Across the vast expanse from her village to the fern grove, she trailed him like a shadow. How she loathed him… yet her fear for him was even greater. Countless times she was tempted to turn back, admitting the futility of her mission. Yet the bitterness and anguish of her loss consumed her. Revenge— that was the sole antidote, the only way to reclaim the life she once had. To rise with the dawn, to wash in the river beside their cottage, to break bread with her family, and then to join her father in the fields, assisting him with the harvest, sowing, reaping, sowing... But her family was no more. Her father was gone. And the architect of this tragic fate now treaded on, shadowed by her, spreading death wherever he ventured. "Just like now," a thought darted through her mind. Indeed, in the path of her quarry stood an imposing figure of a man, clad in what seemed like sturdy and formidable armor.

The monastery had been happy to have another potential Sister to raise and train. Well, that lasted all about three years when the young girl, inquisitive and impertinent, began her daily rounds of causing chaos and mayhem. The black-haired girl refused to follow orders, to learn her proper lessons, and often strived to escape the walls that stifled her, even from a young age. It was like she instinctively knew that there was something in Fate for her, one that she didn’t want happening. Celia began her routine escapes at a young age, though only leaving the monastery at first. She later developed the chance to travel further into the city, getting farther and farther. But in her infinite frustration, it seemed like she always had eyes on her. If the young adult got too far, guards would pluck her from where she was and take her back home. The young woman laid in her bed; arms sprawled over her pillows as she

4 (continued) The night drew closely around the manor, dark and deep. Out there in the inky black where people were divided, you could almost taste the discontentment on the air. The cold stuck to skin and bone alike, leaving no doubt in the minds of the affected that a change would have to come. Whether naturally or by force was the only question left to answer. The night creped up the stone side of the house, looking for a way in, a way to carry its negative air to the people who resided within. But up on the second floor it was forced to shrink away from a bright light, and the sound of children laughing. Seven children to be exact, all brought from different corners of the world to live as siblings under one roof. The oldest was named Theodore who wore purple, then came Azelie in dark blue, and Cara in green. After that are Chun-hei and Fernando in yellow and orange respectively.Finally the two youngest, Luam in light blue and then Frisk, who you know already. They all laughed

The beast was close, he heard it with his acute senses, he felt how it stomped on the ground. And he felt the scent. Blood. Fresh, just spilled blood. He would find it even more energizing, if not urVa’s feelings slipping through the mind’s connection they had. urVa felt revolted and he felt that too, that cold rage, that anger. But he was sure he would not trade his counterpart’s company for any pleasure he felt when blood was hot and his talons were stained with it. urVa was giving him his vital essence, enfolding his body with an invisible net made of assured courage, and stoic strength, hard as stone. He jumped on the tree faster than the urru’s eye could follow. urVa didn’t try to climb after him, even if he could do it, easily. He relied on skekMal’s eyes and skill. The Hunter chuckled darkly. “These gelfling were really stupid. To go on such a well-armed animal without any support.” “That creature was bringing them harm for almost an unum, skekMal” urVa said calmly.

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> Split Of Fate < Introduction [xx]                             [>>] [EMOTE] Content in development - open to suggestions and ideas. [DEVIATION] Preliminary outline Generally, here we have a dragon, a woman, a village in medieval times, and that's all when it comes to typical elements of fairy tales.  We start in an apocryphal world. One is forced by ‘fate’ to organize his story, is driven by the instinct of survival and a great pain and desire for fulfillment. The Other, main character, is starting from a blank page, acting instinctively, his own nature guides him, and his intelligence searches for paths and patterns in the complex environment. He learns his story and seeks meaning, wanting to be remembered, to make his name mean something… something more than a beast. His way of existence is rather to escape from the 'fate' that inevitably brings him to the same place. The story also explains where the name "Qahnareen" came from... His rather typical adventure reveals