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Submitted to Contest #340
The young man we now know as The Forsaken Hybrid, one of the Next Up, and Strikes, was once a nobody. The child didn’t even know his birth name. His heritage had been lost. And even though he’s a hybrid, his timid nature, his weakness, it held him back. How could someone with the blood of both a Rai and a Cyan be so weak? He may only be seven years old, but man, he’s a bitch. In the boy’s defense though, this wasn’t how his life was supposed to be.“Come on swing!” the white haired boy standing opposite of Ajei shouts, squaring up and awaitin...
In a restaurant beneath the indefinite rain, wearing casual clothes instead of armor, Dillon scopes his surroundings. He keeps his head low, and his white hair is hidden beneath a beanie. He isn’t too worried about being recognised by anyone, but he was told to draw the least attention possible. Soon enough, his eyes meet with another man’s, who sits at a booth. Must be him. the knight concludes, walking over to the booth and sitting without objection. The other man, darker skinned than Dillon, has dark eyes and angular eyebrows, one of whi...
Submitted to Contest #338
Kenzo wakes up clenching his sword's sheath. He finds himself sitting in an elegant white chair. There is also a white table, at which Kenzo notices a man sitting across from him. The man wears a suit just as white as the table and chair. As a matter of fact, the entire “room” they’re in is completely white. The man’s hair and comical mustache are also white. You’d think that his mustache would make him look silly, but he appears serious, cold, and calculating. “Welcome, Kenzo,” he says, speaking slowly, confidently. His voice seems to carr...
Submitted to Contest #288
Years and years ago, in a lesser city somewhere beneath the eternal rain and amidst the blue plant life of Rainland, is a young man, only five years old at the time, and with Rai blood flowing through his veins. His name is Windel Rai, and his dream is to become the next General Rai. An ambitious goal for a child his age. Women thought him cute, the way he’d follow his father around, training with him as if doing so would make him a general by the time that he was a teenager. No one took him seriously, no one had to, he was just a toddler af...
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