Living Legend_Ancestral Oddities_The Wizards_Game of the Proud
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Living Legend
There was a legend in the land. In the beginning it was spoken highly of- the noble sacrifice of a family in order to protect the innocent people in the world. A story told in hushed, respectful tones to children around the fireplace, so that they too would know and pass down the tale. But, like many respected traditions that the elders passed down, the full weight was never able to make an impact on the children. Every generation the heavy legend seemed lighter and lighter, until it was regarded as no more than a children’s tale. A campfire story, told in loud, over-exaggerated voices to eli...
Ancestral Oddities
Gazing at his ancestral graveyard, Kenith shuddered at the night he would spend there with just his brother for company.The ancient burialwww.onedoor.cc grounds sprawled all around the two brothers, dotted with monuments too numerous to count in various shapes and sizes, each proportional to the underlying member's importance to the Grestaugh family lineage. The stones in front of the cemetery were miraculously well kept, perfectly polished, and lit with summoned Sorin-lights. The strange, ephemeral orbs were named after Sorindto Grestaugh, who had first discovered and perfected the practice of taking the p...
The Wizards
Once upon a time there lived three wizards. One wizard was called Cactus Jack and he ruled the deserts, he had the power of fire. He could magically produce fire any time he wanted. Then there was another wizard who was called Cool Crystal. He ruled the North Pole and South Pole and he had the power of ice. He could magically produce ice any time he wanted.These two wizards were very peaceful but if someone tries to do any bad things to their respective worlds, they both get very angry and destroy their enemies with their magical powers, Cactus Jack burns his enemies with the power of fire and...
Game of the Proud
It was my neighbour who taught me the rules of the Proud, of the Games. Most people have never heard of them—I certainly hadn’t, not before Mrs. Gupta showed me the Agora. Mrs. Gupta was old. Maybe “elderly” would be a less offensive term, but it implies a certain frailty that Mrs. Gupta did not possess. Her movements always had a tortoise-like slowness to them, so I’d assumed she was arthritic, but it never gave me the impression of weakness. She had sinewy limbs, stardust-silver hair, and liquid brown eyes that ignored your face and looked straight into your soul. When you looked into those...