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Tails: Whispers of the Wind

In a world of magic, war is always bound to happen. There are numerous realms that make up the universe. And they are under the protection of the world's mightiest warriors known as the realm guardians. These so-called guardians are individually powerful and if they combine their strength altogether, it rivals that of a God. Growing up in the human realm as an orphan, Aeriah was completely unaware that she didn't belong there. One night when she was five years old, she was alone in the backyard of the orphanage where she stays. Having just her favorite book to keep her company, she settled down to read. But as soon as she flipped the first page open, she was blinded by an illuminating flash. Soon after, a formless creature cloaked in serene white light appeared. To her surprise, it turned out to be one of the referred realm guardians. Aeriah, however, was too innocent to be enthralled. Even after all these years, Aeriah continues to recall the memory of that night. She was adopted by a noble family: the Riessevilles. Without knowing that they are a family of mages that came from another world, she would soon learn the truth that the human realm is doomed to be destroyed by the forces of the dark realm. Following their escape, Aeriah then finds herself in a whole new world; a completely different reality, with the goal to discover who she truly is.

CAirell3 · Fantasy
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The Defiant of Fate

~For you are no more than a bird that doesn't belong to the flock~

Act. I - Reawaken

I was just an empty book before you and I met.

Sitting in a wide field watching the orange sunset.

I write everything whatever my eyes see.

It was a sunny day amidst the winter season. Ice is melting as the heat pierces through them. Leaving dew drops to the leaves tainted with pallid snow.

They say, when the sun shines in the middle of coldness, disaster will follow. But at that moment, I'm all prepared.

I felt the cold heavy winds coming from north touching my bare skin. Even when the sun is up, the cold prevails.

I thought it was just an old story that exists a hundred years ago, that demons were rampaging deep beneath the clouds.

In the books, they lurk in the darkness. But in reality, they seek sunlight. Truth be told, none of the following best describes them. Wherever they are, there will be no sunshine. Because they are darkness themselves.

Yes. I'm a goddess. One that creates everything.

But, can a goddess like me create peace?

So I made them through my feathers, forged them with my blood, as many as my wings.

Bring peace at my behest. Thou shalt heed and obey.