Ciarto Chronicles 4Go away, brat!
Please, sir! Even just a piece of food will do!
Heard what I said? Go away!
Vans shoulders sank as he walked away from the pub. It was his third meal in a row that he had skipped, if he didnt count the grass he grazed for breakfast. He grew weak from starvation. If only he had a little more energy, he would go off to pick some pockets in the town square.
He was known as the towns rascal. Without anyone willing to take care of him or any memory of his family, he learned to live alone in the town where everyone hated him. He might seem like a scrawny impish boy but deep inside, he longed for someone to take him away from that town, may it be a loving family, a random stranger, or the Grim Reaper.
Van sat down by the door of the towns tavern, waiting for absolutely nothing at all. For hours, he just sat there, saving his energy for dinner. It was past noon and the wind blew off some sand off the road, getting in Va
Ciarto Chronicles 3On the balcony of a ruined castle, a huge monstrous beast collapsed onto the floor. Extreme weakness overcame the burdened creature. A young lady sat beside where the beast lay, caressing his face.
You came back for me, said Beast. I thought you never will.
Of course I will, Beast, replied Beauty. Im here and Ill never leave you again.
You dont have to. But at least I can get to see you one last time
Dont say that, said Beauty, her sadness overwhelming the smoothness of her voice. Youll be fine. Youll just need to
No, Beauty Im so glad that I met you
After one last breath, the Beast closed his eyes and rested his head back onto the floor with a cushioned thud. Beauty flung her arms around the now lifeless creature with her eyes overflowing with tears. She shook the body in attempts that it will come back to life but to no avai
Ciarto Chronicles 2Ralian sat on his throne, looking ultimately bored. He really didnt see the point of having a throne room in his castle in the first place. He just sat there doing nothing. Well, not exactly nothing though. Lets just say hes waiting for something interesting to happen.
Do you really expect something to happen? asked Lorel who stood by his side.
Of course, he replied. Im the descendant of many evil warriors, sorcerers, witches, and kings and this castle had been the prime prospect for adventuring protagonists. This castle has been invaded lots of times during the time of my grandparents.
Okay. I get the picture. So a siege is coming this way?
Ralian fell silent as though to tantalize Lorels thirst for knowledge of what will happen next. A few moments later, someone who appears to be Ralians butler emerged through the door.
Master Ralian, he said. Intruders are heading towards the castle
Ciarto Chronicles 1The rain poured down as though it had never rained for eons. The dark clouds shrouded the morning sun, allowing only a meager amount of light to pass through and shine over the ground. Everything was wet and soggy from where Lorel stood. The only thing that kept her warm and dry was her cloak that she always wore.
The sound of clashing blades and footsteps on puddles of mud echoed through the courtyard where Lorel stood. Those sounds were there for the past thirty minutes and Lorel just stood there just anxiously watching two men fighting to the death.
The fight was brought to a short pause. Ralian thrust his sword to the cobbled surface to keep his balance. He panted heavily as the thunder rolled in the skies. He loosened his collar and took off his torn cloak and dropped it on the muddy ground. Parts of his clothes were also torn and damp with his already clotted blood. He parted his damp hair which matted onto his face.
He raised his head and looked at his opponent, Alquar, who had
Monday 7:55 amBy the time I wake up, I realize that it's already 7:55 in the morning, 5 minutes before my first class starts. As much as I wanted to collapse back into the comforts of my bed, the other part of my would always pull myself up and head to the shower. Others might find it detestable but I have no choice: I'm on the verge of being late for class and the water proved itself to be too cold for me to bear so I just stepped in for a split second and wipe myself with the towel.
After putting on my clothes, I take half a minute to fix my hair to conceal the fact that I didn't shampoo this morning. Usually, the scent of my shampoo lasts for two days provided that I don't sweat it out. I tie it nicely, grab my bag and keys, lock the door and walk down the stairs. I promptly greet the dormitory guard who sat in his station, drinking his morning coffee. I head out to the gate and buy my morning bread from a nearby bakery and wait for the public transportation to arrive.
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