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DukeSamton
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Posted: Thu, 01/07/2021 23:28 (2 Years ago)
𝕲𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖘 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖑𝖊𝖘



𝒲𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓎𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉
𝐼𝓃𝒹𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉
𝐼𝒻 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝒹𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉
𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓃𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉


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Chapter 1: The Silent Forest Screams


The depths of Aichox Forest have always remained silent. Entry was prohibited to outsiders. It was rumored that none who entered left alive, and so it became second nature for travelers to avoid it.

That day, however, the silence of the forest was broken.
“A party of 6, does it not appear to be?”
“Thus it must be, from what I do see. Shall we deal with them?”
“It has been a while, but our bows are yet to snap. It shall be done swiftly.”
The whispers belonged to two elves, one male and one female, who were standing atop trees. Hardly a second passed, before arrows pierced the head of the unarmored men.

Passing the corpses by, the two walked towards what appeared to be a large iron box, about meter tall. Markus, the male elf, tried to look through the keyhole, but it remained dark inside even after a lamp was shone upon it; it was useless. Luciel, the female elf, attempted to open the box, but was to no avail.

Hence, they decided to report it to the village elder.

The two could never have imagined just how much this box would change their world.



That evening, around the time for the guards to report. Teril, the elder in charge of the guards, greeted them as usual. One by one, the guards gave their report. Soon, it was the turn of Markus and Luciel. The two dragged the box and presented it before the elder Teril.
“Twenty eight metres east from South gate, we happened upon six humans. Two of them were carrying this. As the Emperor of Wind Caelrigas showed them to be of extreme threat, we eliminated them. He wished for us to protect the contents, and thus we present it.”
Saying this, the two bowed and then returned to their positions.

Teril approached the box, observing it. He flinched, causing the assembled guards to ready their weapons. Immediately, he raised his right hand, signaling them to stand down.

“There’s a darkness orb within, but it is not dangerous in any other way. We shall open it as soon as We dispel the orb’s strength.”
Saying this, Teril took out a needle from his tunic and pricked his finger with it. He then let the blood fall through the keyhole drop by drop.

“Luxvilissa! O Fairy Queen of Light!
Dispel The Darkness and Bring Forth Delight!”

A faint light began to glow within the box. It grew brighter, and soon disappeared.

Teril nudged the box, and as though the lock had never existed, the box opened instantly. What they saw inside caused all the Elfs to gasp. Shocking everyone, what they saw inside was a human boy, who looked to be around 10 years of age. The child was sitting with his legs tucked in. As they looked at each other in confusion, he slowly opened his eyes.

“Wh- where am I? Wha.. . .” While speaking, his eyes closed again, as he lost consciousness once more.

The elves all stood in shock, not knowing what to do. The first to regain control was the elder Teril. He reached inside and slowly picked the boy up, taking him out of the box. Laying him on a nearby bench, he inspected the boy from head to toe.

“It appears that the boy fainted due to hunger and tiredness. He seems to have some wounds, but is not unwell other than those. The child is not a threat to the village. We suggest feeding him and taking care of him.”

“Then allow me, Elder. I will take it upon myself to raise the boy.” It was Markus who replied.
“I shall assist him, Elder.” Luciel followed. The two, along with every other elf present, felt sorry for the boy, worried about his unfortunate past

“Very well. Take sufficient from the granaries, and after you have fed him, take him to Taylor and provide him with clothes. Raise him as one of our own.” After instructing the two, the elder turned to everyone.

“From now on, this human child shall be known as ‘Marciel’. He shall be one of us as much as you and We. Treat him as you would treat one of your own.”

To this, the audience bowed, unanimously accepting the decision.




Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed and will continue to enjoy!

Accepting criticisms, but please do not post here.

Gineos Chronicles is intended to be a series of many different stories, although this thread only follows this story. I should have given it a sub name but my naming sense is terrible so... yeah I'll just call it "Gineos Chronicles: The First."

Gineos seems to have quite the inspiration from "generic fantasy world" kinda stuff... Blame my LN habits, yeah?

Once again, I hope you enjoy!

EDIT: Gineos Chronicles is now on Wattpad. Do give it a read, as there might be many a variation.
DukeSamton
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Posted: Thu, 15/07/2021 18:33 (2 Years ago)
𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀… 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀𝑒𝓇… 𝒴𝑒𝓉 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀𝑒𝓇…
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝑒𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓂𝑒
𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒷𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒; 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒
𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒, 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓊𝓃 𝓈𝑒𝓉?
𝒞𝒶𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒷𝑜𝓍 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒
𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒?


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Chapter 2: What Could Be


Dark... Dark and cold… The warmth I once knew is no more… Crammed into a box, bound by ropes I cannot feel. I’m being taken somewhere. It has been very long. Days, I’m sure. I sometimes hear laughs from the men carrying me. It scares me.

Am I even allowed… fear?

I’m barely awake. The men carrying me are rather quiet. The unusual silence feels… comforting.



I hear screams. I’ve been dropped. Were they attacked...? The fall hurts.



I feel… strange. As though my binds have loosened, if not shattered. Slowly, I am able to force my eyes open. It’s bright. My eyes are blurry seeing so much light after so long. I see some tall figures. Are they green? I should try to speak. “Wh- where am I? Wha.. . .” My voice is trailing off. I’m way too tired to speak. Although, it’s strange... I feel a strange warmth. Is this a dream? Will I… ever be able to feel it again?



Cold. Cold and yet, warm? I open my eyes, albeit slowly. I'm lying down somewhere. Maybe, just maybe, that wasn’t a dream after all?

“Ah. I see that you are awake.” Upon hearing it, I turned to the source of the voice. There seemed to be a beautiful elf lady standing there. However…
“Expe his irony vide odyssey?” I cannot understand any of what she’s saying. Is this the Elven language?

“Oh, sorry. You don’t know elven tongue, do you? I’m glad you’re awake. Here, have some water.”
Saying this, the lady pushes a wooden cup filled to the brim with water into my hands. Despite still being confused, I accepted it gladly, before downing it all in one single gulp.

“You must have been really thirsty. Here, have some more.” Saying this, the elf reaches for the cup, and then chants, while keeping her eyes closed , “PARTVM AQVAM AD VSVS”. As she chanted, water started pouring into the cup from thin air.

“So this is magic…” The words slipped my mouth before I was aware.

Hearing this, she chuckled lightly. “Yes, indeed. Anyway, have some more. By the way, my name is Luciel. As you can see, I’m an elf. If you want anything, just let me know.” With these words she smiled at me.


Oh shoot. I forgot the introductions. “Thank you… I’m Aldern… ”
“Aldern, I see. The elder decided to shelter you here from now. So, your Elven name will be Marciel from now on. I hope you'll stay here for the while, and make yourself at home.."

Her words shocked me. Elven names are rarely given to outsiders, and those who have it are believed to have the protection of the Fairy King of Wind. It is not something most people could even dream of having.

“Are you sure? Giving me a name…?” It was frankly unbelievable. Luciel seems to have noticed my worries too, as she smiled once more.

“The decision was made by our village Elder, so of course it is. The Emperor of the Wind decided so too, after all.”

“The Emperor.. Of the Wind?” I couldn't help but wonder what she meant. Surely, it was not The Fairy King of Wind?

“I think most races refer to him as the Fairy King of Wind. He's the most powerful fae of the wind element, and he is also the ‘Fairy of Judgement’. He deemed you worthy and wanted us to protect and care for you.”



"Luciel! I am entering."
"Feel free to."

As I was thinking over all that I had been told, I heard a shout at the door. Soon enough, the door opened and a male elf entered. He seemed to be carrying a bag.

"Ah, boy! You're awake, huh? How do you feel." He noticed my stare and turned to me.

"I'm feeling better. Thank you very much for rescuing me."

"Oh no, you needn't worry about it. So, I've brought over some food, so eat your fill! I hope you'll find this home comfortable." He replied, taking out some bread from his bag and putting it in front of me on a plate that Luciel seemed to have gotten. She also placed what appeared to be jam next to it.

As I sat there, not knowing how to reply to their kindness, he sat down on a chair next to the bed.

"Truly, thank you very much. I am Aldern." I was able to squeeze as much out of myself.

"I see, Aldern. I am Markus. I believe Luciel has already informed you about your name, 'Marciel'. You may think of it as more of a title than a name. Well, either way, eat until you're full!"

After having my fill, I was once more put to bed. Luciel sang an elven lullaby. Although I did not understand the words, the tune itself was soothing.


Before I knew it, I was fast asleep. This time, happily.




Thank you, once again for reading. Please feel free to let me know your thoughts. Not being sure of how bad it was is seriously difficult. TvT

I had intended to post this last week but things happened so ye, here I am.

I hope you will continue to enjoy!!
DukeSamton
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Posted: Thu, 22/07/2021 21:36 (2 Years ago)
𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝑅𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒹𝑜 𝒶𝓈 𝑅𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒹𝑜
𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝑜
𝒟𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝐵𝓇𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓈, 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒹𝑜, 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒻𝑒𝓌
𝐹𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉; 𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝐹𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓌


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Chapter 3: Will Be


A week has passed since I was ‘adopted’ by the elves. My life in the village has been much better than what I had expected. The idea of elves being close-minded and unaccepting seems to only be baseless rumors.

In this little bit of time, I have met with all the elves of the village, who were very kind to me. An elf named Taylor made some new clothes for me. They feel much nicer than what I am used to.

I was never really all that happy, but I think right now, I’m rather close to it?

The elder visits me every day, keeping me company while Markus and Luciel are out patrolling. I’m really grateful. Today, he visited me again, but was much more serious about it.

“Marciel, have you ever wondered what these bracelets we all are wearing are?” He asked me as he sat down.

“I’ve heard they offer protection from the Fairy King of the Wind?”

“Correct. Now, we elves present our newborns with them. It is a tradition that has been passed down for generations. We are planning to hold yours the day after tomorrow.” Teril beamed as he continued. “Taylor will bring you the ceremonial clothing this evening. It’s the first time we’re making one for your size so it took some time, but, well…”
“Taylor’s fired up, isn’t he?” Luciel chuckled as she joined the conversation.
“The kid likes a challenge, alright. I just hope he doesn’t make something ridiculous.” Elder Teril smiled wryly.
“Thank you very much, Elder!!” I could hardly contain my joy.
“Ha ha no need to thank me. Anyway, if there is something about the village you wish to know, it’s better to ask soon. It’s not good to be completely oblivious during the ceremony after all.”

“Then, if you do not mind; when you were addressing everyone, according to Luciel’s translation, you were calling yourself ‘We’ and ‘Us’. Why?” I was rather curious about this, as he did not use those words casually, at least when speaking to me.

“When I am speaking officially, I am also speaking on behalf of The Emperor of the WInd. So unless His Greatness Himself is present, in public meetings and the like, I use the plural form.”

“Ah, I see.” That made sense… I think?

“One more thing. What happens in this ceremony? Should I prepare something else for it too?”

“Well a mana enhanced gemstone is enchanted with your mana, and then a bracelet is welded around it. This is what happens, so you need not prepare anything else for it.” Elder Teril gave me a pat, and then looked at Markus and Luciel. Taking the cue, the two left for their duties.



While those two are gone, Elder Teril and I have been playing some games. He really seemed to enjoy chess, but I’m unfortunately not any good. I hope I can learn and get better one day. Rather than chess, the two of us have been playing games like memory and othello. Though not necessarily any better at it, they’re simpler, so I can at least try.

Apparently, I will be given education after the ceremony. I’m looking forward to it, but I’m kinda sad our playtime would be cut short.



My eyesight feels… hazy. An offwhite building is in front of me. I recognized it nearly instantly.
“The orphanage…”
It was the orphanage I lived in. My memories of this place are not very great, but… it still was… home. There, I see a girl, a nine year old, holding a tattered teddy bear.
“Shina…” The word slipping out of my mouth is nothing but her name.
“Adalwen… are you lonely?” Her question sends a chill down my spine. “Do you miss us? Do you miss… me?”
My mouth opens, but no sound leaves. In this shocked state I stand there, frozen in place. Her sad eyes looked into mine with conviction. Despite my efforts, I could not turn or look away.

We stood still for very long. I did not know how much time passed. Every so often, she would repeat the questions. Tears rolled down my cheek as I tried my very best to produce some kind of sound, but to no avail.

“Who am I asking? This is Marciel now, after all.” Her words were so very shocking, and I felt the world around me being devoured. I felt darkness enveloping me, reminding me of something I so hoped to forget.

Next moment, I woke up in shock. I was soaked in sweat, and my heart was thumping. Right… This is the Elven village. Hoping it would not repeat, I lied down again. The orphanage is something of the past. Thinking of it now would be pointless.





Chapter 3 is here! This is becoming way too long than I had expected. When starting I was expecting to time-skip by chapter four lol

Please tell me what you think... (PP or PM is fine)
All sorts of advices, opinions and criticisms would be appreciated. Thank you for reading! ^^
I hope you will continue to enjoy!!
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Posted: Fri, 30/07/2021 00:41 (2 Years ago)
𝒢𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒢𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓎
𝒢𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒯𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓈 𝒢𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓎
𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒞𝒶𝑒𝓁𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓈


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Chapter 4: If You Just Let It Be


Yesterday passed by very quickly, and today I’m holding my breath as I wait for Markus and Luciel to take me to the ceremonial hall.

The ceremonial hall is a big building that marks the center of the village. I have seen it many times but never entered it. Well, until today, that is. Hearing the two come in, I made sure my tunic is on properly once more and left for the ceremony.



As I entered the ceremonial hall, I felt strangely at peace. All my anxiety seemed to have disappeared, as if they were never there in the first place. With this newfound calmness, I took a look around. The extremely big hall was unfurnished except for three chairs at the front. The one in the middle looked much more majestic than the rest, as if it was a throne. Perhaps it is the seat reserved for the Fairy King of the Wind? Rumour has it that he visits the elven villages during their harvest festival. I hope I’ll get to see him one day.

In about the middle of the room is a huge magic circle drawn on paper, or I guess it’s white cloth?.It has been put on a platform. I think they want to avoid it getting dirty. On the side facing the entrance, two lines protrude out of the circle. Mana is poured into the circle through these lines, so they are apparently called the ‘input’s. The lines continue into the circle and form a maze-like structure. At the center of the maze, there’s a gemstone placed. I think that might be the one Elder Teril mentioned. As Markus and Luciel sat down on the floor, elder Teril beckoned me closer and had me sit with the circle in front of me. Then, Elder Teril sat on the right hand side of the throne, while an elf whom I did not recognize, quite possibly the priest, sat on the left hand side.

Then, a group of elves who had just arrived began to play music. The music was solemn and peaceful, and most importantly inviting. I felt drawn in by it. It lasted a few minutes, but it felt like it was only a few moments. As the music came to a close, Elder Teril and the Priest stood up, beckoning us to do the same.



When we all stood up, a sound resounded in the hall. Everyone was agitated, but Elder Teril’s face quickly turned into a very warm smile. The priest, seeing his reaction, had an astonished face before he too smiled.

The sound which resounded was the same as the music played by the elves before. However, now it felt as if the music came from all around. It felt as though the musicians had surrounded the hall and were playing it. The music now felt magical, but... where was it coming from?

When I was looking around in surprise, I suddenly heard a chant. This too, came from nowhere and was not said by any of the elves.


𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖓𝖆 𝕭𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖆𝖘 𝕮𝖊𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖙.
𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖎 𝕷𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖆 𝕮𝖊𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖙.
𝕰𝖈𝖈𝖊 𝕬𝖉𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖙 𝕮𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖘.


The chant was heard over and over. I started looking around in a panic, when the hall became very windy. A huge gust of wind formed on the other side of the magic circle. As the winds dissipated, the music mellowed out as well.

Standing where the wind once blew was a young man. He wore a white tunic and a toga on top. Moreover, he also had a red cloak. He had dark hair and wore a smile on his face.

Seeing him, both the Elder Teril and the priest knelt. Following them, I quickly did so too.

“Lift your heads.” The smiling man spoke calmly. I felt that his mellow voice had put me at ease.
The priest and Elder Teril rose up from their knees, standing by. Were they just asked to stand up?
“You may lift your head, Marciel.” The man spoke once more, now in the human language. I slowly stood back up.

“Do not worry. I am not here to cause you harm, nor is there any emergency. I see you have taken him in just as I had requested. For that, I must thank you.”

“Please do not worry about that, Your Highness. We are happy to follow your instructions.” Elder Teril said with a light bow.

“In that case, shall we begin the ceremony?” The man asked. Suddenly, as though he had just remembered something, he turned to me. “I do not think you have seen me before. I am Caelrigas, the one known as the Emperor of the Wind.”
“I am honoured by your presence, Your Highness.” I bowed and did my very best to reply. Caelrigas nods.

“Yes Your Majesty, we may begin. If you would please.” The priest motioned to the throne. Caelrigas nods as he takes a seat, then prompts the two to do so.

And so, the ceremony began.





Chapter 4 is here! Tbh I was stuck for hours just staring at the doc, so I'm a little late. It's already Friday, so I apologize about that.

This Sunday, I will post this on wattpad. Since it would be uploaded there 2-3 days later, it'll probably be an edited version that's slightly better. I'm still thinking of continuing this here too, though. :D

Please tell me what you think... (PP or PM is fine)
All sorts of advices, opinions and criticisms would be appreciated. Thank you for reading! ^^
I hope you will continue to enjoy!!
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Posted: Sun, 15/08/2021 06:48 (2 Years ago)
𝒪𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝓈 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒
𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒
𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓈
𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓈
𝒯𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁
𝒪𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒦𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓁


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Chapter 5: Ceremony And Celebration


Although the presence of The Fairy King of The Wind, Caelrigas was unexpected, the ceremony soon began without much more of a hitch.

Elder Teril and the priest began by taking up the gemstone. It appeared as though they began pouring mana into it, since it began shining with a green lustre. They then presented the gemstone to The Fairy King of The Wind Caelrigas, who poured his own mana into it. The shine when Caelrigas himself poured his mana in was much brighter than when the two poured theirs. As the light began to subside, the Priest received it from Caelrigas and placed it in the middle of the magic circle again.

“Place your hands at the end of the two lines.” The calm voice of the Emperor of The Wind snapped me back into reality. I walked closer to the circle and put my hands on the two protruding lines. “Now, feel the mana within you and bring it to your fingertips. Usually one of the parents acts as a medium but for you, that would be unnecessary, since you are already sufficiently grown.

True, while newborns would most probably not be able to, most people are capable of manipulating mana within their body. Magic is casted by bringing it out, which is impossible for most, including me. As I brought my mana to my fingertips, I felt a bit of it being drained by the circle. The lines glowed a faint purple and two circles of light started flowing from there to the center of the circle. The circles reached the center and entered the jewel. What was previously a pure green jewel now had an ellipse of purple patch. The priest took the crystal and placed it in a case.



“Look here, child.” The Fairy King spoke to me. I turned to him, who had risen from his seat. He then held his right hand out. I felt a small gust of wind from his hand. “I, the Emperor of The Wind Caelrigas, hereby give you my gift. You shall be known as Marciel among the elves. From this day forward you are one of them. And so it shall be.” His voice resounded throughout the halls. It was calm, yet powerful.

I bowed my head to the Emperor of The Wind. “You may raise your head.” He spoke. Lifting my head up, I thanked him, who smiled in return. He then turned to the Elder Teril and the priest, who bowed to him once more. He nodded, and then raised his right hand. Wind started flowing around him, increasing in strength. In a near-tornado form, the Emperor of The Wind left the hall.

“Congratulations, Marciel!”
“Welcome to the elves, kiddo.”
“It was indeed great for you to have received his gift.”
Words of congratulations flooded me from all the sides as Markus, Luciel, and the Elder Teril surrounded me, full of smiles.
“It would be advisable to let the child breathe, would it not be?” the priest chuckled.
Hearing him, Elder Teril collected himself and coughed. Markus and Luciel calmed themselves too.
“The gemstone would be ready to be embedded by tonight, and you will receive the bracelet tomorrow. Today and tonight will be a day of celebration, so do enjoy.” The priest smiled as he said so.
“Thank you! I will!” As I thanked him, Markus called me outside. Giving the priest and Elder Teril a small bow, I left the hall along with Luciel.



While leaving the hall, I saw many tables and chairs set in the village center. Each table held many different kinds of food, making my mouth water.
“This is in celebration, welcoming you, Marciel.” Markus chuckled lightly before patting me. “Hold on for a while until they’re done.” Smiling, he led me to a bench close by. Thanking him, I took a seat. Luciel sat down beside me while Markus left to help with the preparation.

Before long, Markus called me to the area with all the food prepared. I walked there, and when I reached there, the elfs of the village all greeted me one by one; including the priest, who introduced himself as Sacerd. Then, I was led to a seat, after which everyone sat down.

“Silva Gratias”, the priest spoke as he took the goblet from his table, poured in what appeared to be wine, and placed it on a stump. As I observed, I saw vines rising from the ground and climbing up, reaching the goblet and then going in. The wine within started disappearing, as though it was being drunk by the vine. Once the wine was finished, the vines moved out the goblet and returned to the ground. “Well then, let us begin.” Elder Teril raised his wooden cup and spoke. “Today, we have gathered to welcome Marciel to our village. He has completed the ceremony, as you all are aware. So, let us drink and eat, welcoming him!”

Before me there were many different kinds of foods. Starting from soup, a wide variety appeared to have been served. First, I had a bowl of soup. “It’s delicious!!” The soup was warm, and I felt as though it was melting me.

What followed were salads of many kinds. Each of them were extremely tasty in their own right. The one I enjoyed the most seemed to have wheat and lemon, among other things. The rather sour after-taste left my mouth watering for a while.

Next came a dish that appeared to be rice and mushrooms, with cheese on top. The taste was amazing as with everything else. I felt as though these dishes were stuff meant for nobility, with how they appeared.

Finally, for dessert, apple pie was served. The sweet pie filled me with delight as I could not resist it. This was most certainly food befitting royalty, I thought.

Throughout the banquet, the adults kept drinking wine, and so it came as a natural reminder when they all started either dancing or snoring. I, and the other elf children, were not allowed wine, and were instead given fruit juice. I think it was a mix of oranges and apples, but I’m not sure.

Either way, the banquet ended in chaos, despite it only being around 3 in the afternoon.




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Posted: Sun, 29/08/2021 16:43 (2 Years ago)
𝒦𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓁𝑒𝒹𝑔𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇, 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓁𝒹
𝐼𝑔𝓃𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓁𝒹
𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒
𝒟𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁, 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒


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Chapter 6: Education


After the banquet ended, everyone returned to their homes. Seeing as how drunk they were, I suppose that was for the best. At night, I, along with Markus and Luciel, went to the ceremony hall once more. There, I was given the gemstone, welded into the form of a bracelet. The gemstone, which was once colourless, was now a shade of purple with a prominent strike of green. With utmost gratitude, I accepted and put it on. The purple-green jewel gleamed in the moonlight, giving it a wonderful luster.



“The Emperor of the Wind has blessed me?!”

Currently I am at the ceremony hall once again. The classes for me Elder Teril promised to hold started today. Soon after settling down, he introduced me to what I would be learning.
“You will be taught the elven language, arithmetic, botany, history, use of your choice weapon, and wind magic.” Elder Teril put all the books he had in hand down as he spoke. It was truly a very useful set of subjects; except…
“I am truly thankful, Elder. However, I can’t use magic, you know?”
Humans, in general, are unable to use magic. A person, depending on the species, may be able to use one or two of the elements their species can master, but humans cannot master any. There are still rare cases of mages and wizards, but I don’t know how they can master it.

“Normally that would be true.” Elder Teril smiled and continued. “Humans are unable to use magic. Elves are capable of using wind and water magic. DIfferent species have different aptitudes. That is true. However, that is only the case for cast magic, and even for casted magic, there is another way.”
Elder Teril opened a book with a blue binding, to a page that seemed to be somewhere near the middle. “Firstly, magic circles. Although time consuming, they allow you to use whichever magic you wish to.” Saying this, he showed me an illustration of a magic circle.
“Now for casted magic,” he continued while I was still gazing at the circle, snapping my attention back to him. “You can cast magic which your species normally cannot, through spirits. Such magic is accessible through contracts or blessings. In short, The Emperor Caelrigas has blessed you with wind magic.”

I was shocked, and truly thankful. As Elder Teril continued to explain to me, spirit contracts are rather difficult to form and maintain, as the spirit provides magic in exchange for the other party’s mana or blood. On the other hand, blessings are simply blessings, and the magic is granted for nearly nothing in return.

“Magic aside, it is about time for you to pick your weapon. Here he comes.” As Teril spoke, I heard someone dragging something on the floor. Turning around, I saw someone about the same height as me, perhaps a little shorter, who was dragging a bag nearly three times his size behind him, as if it was nothing. Moreover, although he seemed short, he also looked rather old. “He’s Ischiros. A dwarven blacksmith from the nearby mountains. He was the one who made your bracelet.”

Hearing the elder, I stood up, turned around and bowed slightly. “Thank you very much, Mr. Ischiros!”
Putting his bag down, he turned to me and grinned. “Watcha talkin’ bout? O’course it’s fine! More importantly kiddo, hear yer gunna get yerself a weapon. I’ve brought some many weapons with me. Trials, o’course. Give ‘em a try and pick whichever one ya feel fits ye, nah?”
Saying this, Mr Ischiros opened his bag and started rummaging through his belongings. Frankly, it was rather hard to follow him, speaking so fast. Still, excited as I was, I walked up to him.

Suddenly, and rather startlingly, he pulled out a sword from his bag. He then held it out to me, his same big smile unwavering. “Try swingin’ it, kiddo!” Lifting the sword up, I swung it from up to down a few times. It felt somewhat heavy, honestly. Almost as if he made the same observation, Mr. Ischiros took out another weapon, this time a spear, and gave it to me.

The spear, truly, felt much easier. It’s not a weapon meant to swing, but to thrust. That’s what Mr. Ischiros had said as he passed me it. The spear felt much lighter and easier, although it was still rather awkward. Well, it was my first time, after all. Though tales of Knights are nothing new to me, I have never once held a weapon myself. It is only natural that I feel awkward with them.

What followed was a hammer. There is one thing I realized as I tried lifting it; it is much heavier than I imagined. The hammer seemed almost to be the kind blacksmiths used, except the head being slightly larger.

The axe was honestly not too different from the hammer. Had I been able to muster sufficient strength, they might be better options than swords or spears, but given how weak I seem to be, they are far too heavy to be practical. At least, that was the gist of what I heard from the conversation between Mr. Ischiros and Elder Teril.

After testing out the axe, in order to try ranged weapons and the like, we left the hall for the northern outskirts of the village.




Thank you, once again for reading. Please let me know your thoughts. Not being sure of how readers feel is seriously difficult. TvT

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Posted: Tue, 14/09/2021 12:53 (2 Years ago)
𝒟𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒
𝒮𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃
𝒟𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝒶 𝓀𝓃𝒾𝒻𝑒
𝒪𝓇 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶 𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓂𝑒?
𝒦𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝓃𝑒’𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓉𝒽𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈
𝐿𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓋𝑜𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈


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Chapter 7: Choose A Weapon


As we walked to the outskirts, I noticed that something akin to a shooting range had been set up. Targets were kept propped up on trees, and on a tree nearby a bow and a quiver were hung. Markus, who seemed to have been setting the targets up, noticed us and took the bow, brought it to me and handed it over.
“First, hold the bow with your left hand, since you are right-handed. Make sure to hold it on the cloth near the center. Now raise it up so your hands are straight and parallel to the ground. This is the general position you must master. Now, try drawing the bow. Simply try without an arrow.” Markus instructed me and I tried following his words. The bow was somewhat hard to draw, frankly. Markus nodded and took the bow from me.
“Now watch as I demonstrate.” He said, before taking an arrow out and placing it on the bow. Unlike my imagination, it appears the arrow is kept on top of his finger, rather than held in place. Markus aimed at one of the targets, and let go of the string. Instantly, the bow shot out of the arrow and pierced the target, rather close to the center. “Usually,” Markus said while I was still staring at the arrow, “we would use wind magic as well, to guide the arrow to hit it perfectly in the center. It’d also be made faster.”

“Well it’an be whatever it’d be.” Mr. Ischiros said as he walked up to us. “Kiddo, whether yer gonna learn archery or not, yer gonna do well if ya pick a weapon from what I showed ye. Don’cha forget, bows are not gon’ help ya when ya run outta arrows, or if yer enemy’s already up at yer nose. So, what’ll it be, hmm? Are ya gonna pick somethin’ now, or do ya want some time to think?”

It really is a rather hard decision, frankly. Honestly, a sword sounds really great, but using one for hunting will be difficult. If I recall what Mr. Ischiros said correctly, they only fit against opponents with weapons. I can somewhat see why, since there are much heavier options like the axe, and much longer options like the spear.

Picking an axe just doesn’t feel right for me, since I’d have a hard time lifting and swinging it. Same applies to a hammer. I suppose that left me with but one choice.

“Mr. Ischiros, I think I’ll pick a spear.” It was hard not to choose the sword, since even I had fantasies of being a knight in shining armor, wielding a mighty sword. Their processions in front of the orphanage after they return from an expedition of sorts was always rather fun to watch. However, since I’m living here, I’d like to be able to help out sooner or later. For hunting and repelling monsters, the spear seems to be the best choice.

“I see kiddo. Sure. Here, ya can have this fer now.” Saying so, Mr. Ischiros reached inside his bag and pulled out the spear I practiced with earlier. “Yer gonna get yer new spear in a week or so, so ‘til then ye can learn usin’ that.” Mr. Ischiros said, and then picked his bag up. “I’m gonna get to the smithy here. If ya need somethin from me, just come, yea?” Saying this, he left.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Ischiros!” I shouted as he left. “Ya no worries kiddo. Enjoy yer spear!.” He replied as he left.



“Well well, Marci. Want to try your weapon? You can try supporting me.” Markus pointed to a nearby boar.
“I thought elves don’t eat meat?” I was rather surprised at his proposition. Why would we hunt when we don’t eat?
“Well elves don’t, but you’re human, aren’t you? There’s no problem if you have some. Besides, we don’t eat it because our body doesn’t do well with it. It’s got nothing to do with traditions anyway.” Markus said as he urged me to my weapon.
“Umm, well, I don’t know how to fight, though?” Frankly I could imagine Elder Teril’s anger as he scorns the two of us for trying to do something I should not have.
“It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ll fight it so you can just poke at it from behind. Let’s just keep your involvement a secret, ok?”
Well I suppose I can’t deny if I’m being asked like that. I nodded a yes and picked up my spear. As the bear had been nibbling at something, it had barely moved. Picking his bow up, Markus aimed at it and fired at its back.

Wait… why does he even need me here?! Whatever be the case, I crept up to it’s back while it was confused. As it started charging at Markus, I threw my spear.

Which completely missed the boar. Frankly, I do not know what I was trying to achieve, but the spear completely missed the boar. It seems as though Markus got surprised by it, and he did not fire his arrow in time. The boar rushed closer and closer and he seemed to be in real danger. If only he had not aimed at first, intending to have me help. He would most certainly have been able to kill the boar. I should have refused. Why did I not refuse. Oh no!!

The boar reached Markus, hit him, and the two flew back. However, the boar did not move. An arrow had struck it at it’s head, and it was dead. Shocked, I searched around, looking for who or what caused this. Standing nearby, with a bow in her hand, was Luciel. Looking at her, I immediately knew. She was mad.
She gripped the bow tightly and went to Markus and the boar, who were still lying down on the ground. Instead of helping him up, she just gave the boar a kick and then started walking to me. Her eyes were red, and honestly, if my legs had not lost strength right about now, I would have ran.
“Marciel my dear.” Her rather calm voice sent chills down my spine. “Do not, ever, do such a reckless thing again. Understand?” Words had fled from my mouth a long time ago, and I nodded. She lightened up immediately, and then held out a hand for me. “Don’t make others worry, alright? Everything has a proper time, so until then, control yourself.” Silently, I got up with her help. “We don’t want anything bad happening to you. So please never try such a thing. Promise?” I nodded aggressively, seeing as there was nothing else I could do. She started leading me to the village.

“Umm... well… about Mr. Mar-” I tried my best to bring out the last bit of voice left in me to ask.
“Oh, we’ll let him enjoy the outdoors a bit more.”

Scary! At this moment I decided never to cross Luciel again.





Chapter 7 is here! This is very late, I apologize. I will only be getting way busier tomorrow onwards, since I will be starting to prepare for the entrance exams next year. So I am afraid I cannot promise a weekly or biweekly upload anymore, so sorry again.

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Posted: Fri, 15/10/2021 00:22 (2 Years ago)
𝑀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒹𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓎
𝒮𝒶𝒹𝓁𝓎 𝒽𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓎
𝒯𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎
𝒜𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓎


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Chapter 8: When One Falls


The third week since I was adopted by the elves. Last week went by rather quickly, since they started teaching me various things. Luciel hasn’t shown any anger about the incident since then, so all in all, life has been very peaceful. However, for some reason, I kept on feeling something was wrong. As though something would happen.

It seems today, something did.

While Luciel and Markus were preparing to go on their daily patrols, a scream was heard. The three of us rushed out, and what greeted my eye was a horrifying sight. I could hardly explain it, frankly. Six people were walking towards the village, if they could even be called people. They had arrows piercing their heads. Their eyes were completely dead. Rather than walking, you could say they were basically crawling here, seeing as how slow they were. I have heard tales of zombies, but I thought those were only fictional? Nonetheless, these clearly fit no better description.
“Marciel, get back in there!” Luciel’s shout made me run back inside. I don’t even know what those are, I can only hope everyone will be fine. Oh I truly hope everyone will be fine.

As I was panicking, wondering what to do, the two came back in. They seemed to hardly be phased, and Luciel came forward and patted me. “Sorry, did you get scared? That’s not something a child like you should see.”

“What were they…?” I managed to ask. “And are you alright??” I could see they were fine, but since I had no clue what those were, I had to make sure.

“Yes Marci, we’re completely fine.” Luciel smiled, calming me down. She gave out a small grin as she lifted her head. “Do you think a few fallen could do us any harm?”

“Fallen?” Were those fallen? I had heard that name previously once, that those who did not obey the laws would be cursed to roam the world as fallens forever.

“Yes, fallen. Today, Elder Teril will tell you more. I suppose that would be better, than to get half baked information from us.” She chuckled and then returned to prepare her gear, while Markus went to the kitchen and got himself and me cups of herbal tea.



A few hours later, Elder Teril had just finished the arithmetic lesson. “Now,” Elder Teril spoke, “I suppose I must tell you what it was that you saw today.” He looked slightly grim as he gazed past me into nothingness. “Usually, this would not be a topic befitting one of your age, but since this concerns you, and since you have displayed what can only be called immense courage, I will tell you about it.” He sighed and then began speaking once again, starting with a question. “What do you know about death, Marciel? I have heard human education covers this rather early."
“Yes,” I replied, “I have learnt it to be a passing of one from one world to another. I have also heard of the Fairy of Death.”
“You seem to be informed. Well, the Fairy of Death is a being who governs the ‘gate’, so to speak, that lies between the two worlds. Now, there are two kinds of people who are not allowed to pass through.. The first kind, undeads, are beings that were chosen by death to continue in this world. More often than not, they are used as the workforce the Fairy of Death has on this side. The second kind, known as ‘The Fallen’, however, is not such an ‘honourable’ position.”

“When one’s actions go against Death’s rule, or when one is in violation of a contract Death has formed with the other spirits, then Death simply will not accept them. These people are punished to roam the world in suffering and pain till the Fairy of Death sees it fit to let them through. This may mean a few hours of suffering, or perhaps very many decades. If one dies while in this form, after a while one simply returns again, only even worse. This is a warning too, never to cross Death.”

Finally, the Elder turned to look at me again. The heavy topic made me feel the atmosphere was much heavier than ever prior. “Those six you saw today, they are ‘fallen’. I want you to be careful from now on, Marciel. They are not to be trifled with. In their suffering they might wish to subject all around them to the same. Remember to stay away from the outskirts, in particular.”

"I, I feel like I had seen them before." I said as I gazed questioningly at elder Teril.
"In all likelihood, they were the thugs who were transporting you. All the more reason to not engage them any farther, right?" He gave me a pat and smiled. "Don't remember what needn't be. Just enjoy the life you have been given."

Truly... the elven have been so kind to me.




Thank you, once again for reading. Please do let me know your thoughts. This chappy might have been a little on the darker side. If that's not your thing I apologize.

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Posted: Mon, 25/10/2021 14:11 (2 Years ago)
𝒦𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓁𝑒𝒹𝑔𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝓉
𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉
𝐿𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔
𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇’𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔


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Chapter 9: To A Winter Wonderland


It has been around four months since I have been taken in by the elves. The passing of fall has led us to a somewhat bleak atmosphere. It is not too cold, but the whole forest feels much bleaker than before. The first day of snow was yesterday, but I couldn't help but feel ever so slightly disappointed. There were a few snowflakes on the ground, yes, but my hope of a land clothed in white seems unreachable still. I greeted Elder Teril today as well, as we were about to start the class. Strangely enough, elder Teril does not seem to be carrying any books with him, though?

“Marciel. How do you feel? Is it cold?” He asked, perhaps noticing my slightly sad demeanor. I attempted to put up a cheerful front and replied, “I feel great, Elder! Thanks to the woolen coat from Tyler, I don’t feel cold at all.”

This was one of the few things I realized were extremely different from how humans perceived elves. Elves do not eat meat, true, but that does not mean they despise using or hunting animals when necessary. It more so seems to just be a matter of digestion, similar to how we humans can’t eat grass.

In these past few months, Elder Tyler has taught me a lot. My spear arts have also improved a lot, considerably. I still don’t want to touch a bow, though. The geography lessons were, understandably, limited. I learned quite a bit about the forest but the land outside is not touched upon. Arithmetic seemed so simple at first, but how is it possible that I always end up making the silliest of mistakes? Complaining aside, I have learnt up to double digit multiplication.

What interested me at first was biology, the study of living things. My knowledge prior to coming here was limited to “Animals and plants have life, just like us.” Here, I was taught about various plants and animals. What really interested me though, was the very basics.
The living beings of this world are all together referred to as ‘Creatures’. Creatures can be vastly divided into two. Basic, and Magical. All living creatures have magic, but only the Magical creatures are capable of using it, hence the term ‘Magical’.

Basic creatures are everyday animals, trees, plants, etc. Magical creatures, on the other hand, are themselves divided into two. ‘Beasts’, and ‘Beings’. Beings are magical creatures who have the ability to learn, perceive, communicate, and most importantly, reason. Elves, dwarfs, and even humans fall into this category. Beasts, on the other hand, are magical creatures who are unable to reason, primarily being driven on ‘instinct’.

While biology was indeed interesting, the truly interesting thing is, obviously, magic. The elemental magic I learn here is known as “Latinate magic.” Apparently, there are many different kinds of magic in this world, with many of them having extremely different methods and results. The only thing linking them all together is mana. Frankly, I don’t fully understand, but it makes sense, I suppose? Anyway, my wind magic training is going well. Latinate magic is activated through chants, and it either creates or summons the element from your surroundings. Once I create or summon it, it is under my control, to be shaped by my will. Apparently, the more convoluted the task is, the more difficult it becomes to control the element properly. Personally, I haven’t really faced much of a problem with that, though. It might have something to do with the Emperor of the Wind’s blessing, who knows?

“-ciel! MARCIEL!!” Elder Teril’s shouts brought me back to reality. “What are you doing, child? Why are you not listening?”
“I’m sorry, Elder.” That was rather rude of me, so I decided to apologize quickly.

“Well, listen here. Tomorrow, some of us are going to Mount Silvine. We will be visiting the village of the Mountain Elves there. Would you like to follow?”

“Certainly!” I replied nearly instantly. Snow! Snowmen! Snow! Snow Angels! Snow! Snowballs!! The wonders of winter awaits me!



Cold. It’s really cold. I’m wearing the woollen coat but it’s still so cold! Why does the mountain have to be so cold??

About a day has passed since we left the village. Surprisingly, the Emperor of the Wind was there to see us off. We left on a carriage, and after a day’s journey we had camped out yesterday. Back then, when I had seen the mountain from afar, I could hardly have guessed just how cold it really was. Now that we are going up the mountain, the cold has been creeping closer and closer in. The carriage is still warm thanks to the blankets and the like, but it was not a good idea to leave the carriage when we had stopped to give the horses a drink. I could hardly stand outside, and jumped back in nearly immediately. Markus, who was with us, saw this and gave me a blanket too, to help me warm up. It might just have been better to warn me not to leave, but I am thankful nonetheless.

Traveling for a few hours more has led us to our destination. What was ahead of me could only be described as a “Winter Wonderland”. The entirety of the village was covered in snow. Crystalline snowflakes reflected light, making a few trees look like they were glittering. A cheerful tone from the nearby birds, northern cardinals, filled the air with a feeling of wonder. The lush greens of our village, and now this winter wonderland as well, could this also be a land blessed by the spirits? I would certainly believe it to be so. As I left the carriage, as opposed to the biting cold from before, I now felt a strange yet welcoming warmth, pulling me closer to the village. There, by the entrance, stood a group of elves welcoming us, ushering us into the village they so dearly cherish.




Thank you, once again for reading. Please do let me know your thoughts. Marciel finally getting a taste of what's out there, hmm...

It took 10 days coz I kept thinking about what would follow, not really being able to concentrate. One thing is that since I intend to timeskip very soon, I'll now have to start with a much better narration.

Another thing of note is that my little poems at the start of the chapter are getting really hard to come up with. If they seem sloppily done, I'm sorry, feel free to send a wake-up slap over. :D

Also, I'm really starved for attention reactions, so please do state your thoughts. Thank you once again! Have a wonderful day and I hope you keep enjoying! ^^
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𝒴𝑒𝓈, 𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝐻𝑒 𝒜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈
𝐵𝑜𝓌 𝐵𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓎
𝐿𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝑀𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒩𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓎


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Chapter 10: A Winter Wonderland


The shining trees swayed to the merry welcome tune the Northern Cardinals sang for us. As we entered the village, the villagers smiled at us, some even waving at me. The villagers were mountain elves, as it seemed.

Mountain elves are a race much similar to, but not the same as, elves. The most distinct feature of elves, the long ears, are present even in mountain elves. Mountain elves seem to be much paler, though. Perhaps it is because the sun rarely reaches the region? They are wearing woollen clothing, and there also seems to be a cape of sorts, made of feathers. It’s not a huge surprise, but they’re still wearing much fewer layers than I am. I could also see a few children playing near the village square. They seem to be making snowmen. Truly a wondrous experience, it must be! However, unlike them, who seem to be around 5 years of age, I am much older. I must control myself.

“After we greet the village elder, you can go and play!” Elder Teril whispered to me, breaking my longing gaze towards the playing children. Turning to look at him, I saw him sprouting a sly smile. I am not such a kid, you know! Although it does seem fun... Oh well.

As we reached the village square, a very old mountain elf greeted us. “Welcome to our village, dear guests. I hope you will make yourselves at home once again this year. The tournament is scheduled for this afternoon, so feel free to enjoy yourselves until then.” With these words, he bowed once again. Tournament? I wonder what he meant by that?

My questioning gaze shifted to Elder Teril, who answered after some thought. “It is somewhat similar to the Martial Arts tournaments held in your cities, although here they compete using Ice magic.”

“Ice magic?”

In the rather short while I was with the elves, I have seen wind, water, light and fire magic. Since this is a different kind, I am rather curious.

“Curious, aren’t you?” The old mountain elf who greeted us grinned. “Well, you’ll see it soon enough, haha!” He then turned to elder Teril. “So, this is the human you had picked up, hmm? C’est très surprenant, I’ll tell you that! So much so that the Emperor of Winter, Roi d'hiver, wished to meet him!” Once again turning to me, he smiled and spoke; “It would be great if you could come with us to see him.”

What is this?!! As far as I’m aware, they are referring to the Fairy King of Winter, right?! Meeting one fairy king itself was considered a blessing of a lifetime, why a second?!! Nonetheless, it would be unimaginably rude of me to refuse. Elder Teril seemed to think so too, as he nodded when my eyes drifted towards him. “Thank you very much for the offer. I will gratefully accept.” Well, not like I had any reason to refuse, anyway. Hearing my reply, the mountain elves smiled. The old mountain elf who was speaking to us nodded. “Thank you very much.” He then looked as though he had just remembered something, and then turned to me once again. “Oh yes, I have not introduced myself yet. I am the Elder of this village. My name is Winstern. I hope you enjoy our village!”
In reply, I gave a polite bow and replied, “I am Marciel. The village and surroundings seem wonderful, Elder Winstern!”

After replying with a smile, he guided me, leading me to what appeared to be their ceremony hall.



As we entered the hall, I noticed how different it was from the one in our village. The walls here seemed to be made of ice, having a bluish, crystalline look. As I entered, the mountain elf who seemed to be the priest announced as such.

What followed was an experience slightly similar to, and yet extremely different from what I once had before.

A cold wind blew past me. It appears as though it came from every direction. The song of northern cardinals which I heard while outside started resounding in the halls, along with the faint humming of a winter blizzard. As I stood there, marveling once again at the rather magical experience, the sound of the blizzard rang louder and louder, as though it was getting closer and closer. Had this been my very first experience meeting a Fairy King, I am rather certain I would have fled.

As the blizzard became louder and louder, I felt as though it had meaning. As though the blizzard itself was chanting something.

𝒪𝓊𝒾, 𝓁𝑒 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝒾 𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓋é
𝐼𝓃𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓏-𝓋𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓁'𝒽𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝑒
𝒪𝓊 𝓉𝓊 𝒻𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝒾 𝓁𝒶 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒸𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒾𝑒

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Oui, le voici arrivé
Inclinez-vous devant l'hiver morne
Ou tu feras de toi la prochaine proie


As the sound became louder and louder, I saw the Elder kneel, and did so as well. The sound became louder and louder, the room became colder and colder…

Suddenly, I felt something whoosh past me. In front of me, it started revolving in circles. Three more came from the other three directions as well. They looked like spearheads of sorts, and they were rotating on four different circles, in alternating directions. The heads were pointed in the direction they were moving in. As I was observing them, more and more came from all four directions. They started circling around the same point. As more and more arrived, it seemed as though they all together formed a sort of cylinder. It was nigh on impossible to see anything. They kept on revolving, faster and faster.

Suddenly, the sound stopped. The revolving spearheads were dispersed in all directions. A few passed through me, much to my surprise and shock, but I was absolutely unhurt. As I looked at the place about which the spears were revolving, I knew what I was seeing.




Thank you, once again for reading. Please do let me know your thoughts.

It's getting more and more drawn out than I expected, but that's fine, I suppose. I was expecting to time skip by the next chapter, but seeing as how it's going, the time skip will have to wait.

I seriously wonder how the entrance of the Emperor of Winter is. Frankly I feel like it's pretty hard to convey the majestic feeling I wanted them to have. Did it work? Please lmk >~<

Another thing of note is that my little poems at the start of the chapter are getting really hard to come up with. If they seem sloppily done, I'm sorry, feel free to send a wake-up slap over. :D

Also, I'm really starved for attention reactions, so please do say your thoughts. Thank you once again! Have a wonderful day and I hope you keep enjoying! ^^