We get old.
We do.
When we do, we grow up. We mature. It is in our nature to do so.
And I realized I am a radically different person when I write nowadays as opposed to when I started writing on Wattpad in 2020. I have improved as a writer.
I have, and whenever I read my old chapters from the old version of Corheim, I cringe because I have become better than my old self, and seeing how many unnecessary mistakes I have seen and I am a writer—This is a garden, and I am the gardener.
The garden had become too unkempt, with too many weeds that could sap the life away from it.
I didn't know any better back then, but now I must burn the garden down and replant seeds for a brighter and healthier garden.
And that's why I have decided to rewrite Corheim since the older version—I didn't love it anymore. I had no passion when it came to writing that tournament arc because I didn't like it in the first place. I was following other trends that I saw from other artists and writers. Now, I am my person.
And this story proves that I have changed, from loving My Hero Academia to loving Berserk and Elden Ring because I aspire to be different.
And corheim is different.
Let me tell a new story of it if I may.
Let me tell you all a new story about Corheim.
Let's see if I get a second chance at this...
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corheim: year one
Fantasy"The brighter the flame, the deeper is the shadow.." Before Fire and Darkness clashed once more while their forces were marching towards Corheim, their tale must be told from the beginning of their interwoven life. In a world where |Gifts|, extraord...
