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Half Sword Ost

Half me and half...

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.
Inemin · 113.9K Views

Heavens splitting sword

In a world teetering on the brink of chaos, Orion Yamahiro, the son of a legendary Dragon Slayer and a renounced Oni princess, is born with powers that could change the fate of nations. Blessed—or cursed—with mastery over the six elemental forces of magic, Orion's journey begins in the quiet village of his childhood, where dreams of peace clash with the reality of his extraordinary destiny. Orion’s idyllic life is shattered when remnants of the Continental War resurface, bringing ancient enemies and unspoken truths to his doorstep. As the shadow of war looms, he is thrust into a web of political intrigue, ancient rivalries, and dark prophecies. Guided by the legacy of his parents and a moral compass that refuses to dim, Orion sets out to uncover the mysteries of his lineage and his connection to the world’s fragile balance of power. As he traverses the lands—from the serene forests of Lindle to the icy peaks of the Luminous Kingdom and the vast plains of the Imperium—Orion encounters allies and adversaries, including the enigmatic White Witch of Calamity, a woman tied to his family’s past, and a host of spirits and demons drawn to his burgeoning power. Along the way, he hones his abilities, discovers the cost of wielding such immense power, and faces the harrowing truth about his role in an age-old conflict that threatens to consume the world. Haunted by the weight of his ancestors' choices and the shadows of his own mistakes, Orion must forge his path through a landscape rife with betrayal and sacrifice. As kingdoms vie for control and ancient forces awaken, he becomes the key to either uniting the fractured world or plunging it into an era of despair. With the Demonic Eye’s curse granting him both unimaginable power and a dangerous price to pay, Orion learns that true strength lies not in dominance, but in compassion and understanding. But as his journey brings him closer to the heart of the conflict, he must confront a harrowing choice: to wield his power to save the world or to sacrifice everything to protect those he loves.
shadow_templar · 988 Views

Sword in Stone

Artie had lived her whole life feeling like a joke. Whether it came to her full name, her parents ‘abandoning’ her and her next door neighbours taking her in, or finding out that her lover was part of a cult and was cheating on her. Said lover then stabbed her. It felt like she just couldn’t catch a break. So when she found herself in a puddle of her own blood, staring up at a fake painted sky, she could only find humour in the situation, and prayed that the next life was kinder. Only she woke up. In the same body, with the same stab wound, only in a world full of magic, swords, and a dead King Arthur? Yup. The round table existed, the knights existed, and so did everyone of legend that she’d heard about as a child. Only it was the beginning of their tales. Nothing had happened yet, except the formation of Camelot, the crowning of the King, and then the sudden death of the King of Legend, King Arthur Pendragon. She would have thought this was another cruel joke if everyone wasn’t wandering around in mourning clothes. If this was a practical joke, it wasn’t a very funny one. Artie was tired. She’d already spent almost a decade working as a police officer, and then a detective, so she felt like she had earned her peace. Especially after all the shit she’d been put through, but someone had different plans. And Artie’s life wasn’t quite done yet. In fact, it seemed like in the eyes of the creatures of this world, this was where she was always meant to be. The time she spent getting her ass handed to her in the other dimension? Just a warm up. And now she was expected to just…go along with what everyone else wanted her to do? Including magical beings who were responsible for taking her from one dimension to another. Artie felt like she was in over her head, even if there were several concerned, attractive knights around her. She wasn’t sure if she was going to run away from all the new responsibilities, or embrace them. She wasn’t a rule breaker by nature, but maybe now was the time to change?
CalyB · 121.9K Views

God Of Sword

In a world ravaged by endless wars and conflict, there emerges a legendary hero, Aeris, known as the God of Sword, feared and revered for his unmatched swordsmanship. With his colossal sword, capable of shattering entire mountains with a single strike, Aeris becomes a living legend in the eyes of both allies and enemies alike. For years, he fights on the battlefield to bring peace to the war-torn lands. Finally, after a long and bloody conflict, Aeris faces the Dark King in a final battle, where with a mighty blow, he brings an end to the war and the chaos that once consumed the world. Yet, the victory leaves him hollow inside. Though celebrated by the people, Aeris does not crave praise or glory. The peace he brought comes with the heavy burden of leadership, and the heroic feats that made him a savior of nations leave him burdened with the responsibility of ensuring the future. As a reward for his sacrifices, King Leonte grants Aeris a vast, prosperous land and the noble title of Duke, an honor befitting a hero of his stature. But Aeris finds no joy in this title. As the king grows old, the task of choosing the next ruler of the kingdom falls upon him, as King Leonte's seven sons each vie for the throne. Each prince has his own strengths, but also fatal flaws. The dilemma now lies with Aeris, who is tasked with determining which of these princes is worthy of ruling and ensuring the future of the kingdom, a kingdom which, ironically, Aeris wishes to leave behind.
Wx56110 · 435 Views
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