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The Language Mage

I'm Richard, a well-known linguist, and my life was all about decoding ancient and dead languages. I've spent years immersed in the intricate tapestry of countless dialects and scripts. My most ambitious project, the culmination of my life's work, was finally complete. I'd uncovered something that could rewrite the history books and shock the entire world. But fate can be merciless. On my way to celebrate this breakthrough at a restaurant, everything changed in an instant. A car crash, and I was gone. At least, that's what I thought. The next thing I knew, I was waking up, but it wasn't in the cold sterility of a hospital room. No, it was in a young man's body, and the world around me was unlike anything I'd ever seen. Magic was real here, and it flowed through the very air. My name was still Richard, but this was a world far removed from my own. What could I, a linguist, possibly do in a world of magic? My body was physically weak, and I was a stranger in a realm where words held the power to shape reality. As I navigated this bewildering new world, I faced not only the challenges of adapting to my new life but also the potential to use my unique skills to unlock the secrets of this magical realm. The journey that lay ahead was an enigma, but one thing was certain – my life had taken a turn into uncharted territories, and there was no turning back.

RiverGoat · Fantasy
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48 Chs

Kindled fire

When Richard woke up, he felt a disorienting haze, unsure if he had truly emerged from the dream or if the world around him remained submerged in the same lightless abyss. The lingering resonance of the voice's words clung to his mind like a haunting melody, and his hands clutched the bedsheet with a desperate intensity, as if reality itself could be torn asunder.

"How can I stop that from happening? I've spent all my time training, yet I keep failing time after time when it's about protecting someone." Richard's thoughts spiraled into a dark abyss, contemplating the possibility that he might be trapped in an endless nightmare, a ceaseless cycle of failure and despair. The weight of his own inadequacies pressed upon him.