"You'd be surprised how far human indomitable spirit can go to protect what is dear to them." Alia is a hunter in her entire life. Years in the wild had carved the role into her bones, shared with her constant companion-- Ranger, a German Shepherd who had grown beside her since he was just a fledgling. It was supposed to be another routine hunt. Until it wasn't. "Growl." "Ranger...?" A single heartbeat passed. Long enough for her to catch a glimpse of something stood between the trees-- dark, macabre and obscure. "WOOF!" Long enough to hear Ranger barking-- toward whatever the thing there. It was watching them. One beat. That was all it took. "WOOF!" Ranger lunged towards it. "Ranger!" Immediately, dread flooding her chest like ice water. 'Stay calm. Keep your head clear. Rushing will gets you killed.' Every lesson her pops had drilled into her shattered in that instant. "NO!" The fright. The nerves. Gone-- burned in a flash. Not fear of something else in the dark but-- "RANGER!" -- fear for Ranger. That was enough. She bolted forward, rifle pounding against her side. "RANGER!" * Crack. The sound of movement came not from ahead but nowhere-- a creaking sound like bone clicking and crushing under the weight. It stepped into view. Tall. Limbs stretched thin. Joints bending at the wrong angles. Antlers crowned its skull, skin pale, tight in places, translucent in others, revealing ribs that expanded and contracted with a hollow, wind-like sound. "You walk with open grief." It smelled full of old blood. "What... what are you?" The creature's hollow ribs expanded and a strange, echoing sound filled the air. "... a Wendigo." Or; Alia just wants her dog, Ranger back.

Lost World-- A dead world speaks through witness and perspective, whispering truths meant to stay forgotten. Or was it ever truly lost, as it was said to be? ──── •✧• ──── Long ago, the world stood in desolation and only silent remained-- and then it happened. The Massive Migration where the 'outsiders' arrived. They came out of nowhere-- from another realm, calling themselves 'Player'. Over time, they evolved into something known as now: fighter. They possessed abilities the natives could never dream of-- ranking systems, the power to materialize and manipulate space and for some, a Gift. In contrast, the natives were deemed ordinary, soon labeled dismissively as NPCs. And so, the caste divide was born. Tension brewed. Conflicts erupted. The sparks of chaos spread until the world itself teetered on the brink of ruin. In that darkest hour, a formed civilizations and law organizations rose to restore order, guiding both natives and fighters back from certain destruction. From the turning point, the world took on a new name, now known as-- The Imperia: a land of prosperity, purpose and relentless ambition. The NPCs and fighters learned to coexist, their descendants have now forgotten their origins. Thus, eons passed. For generations peace endured, shaping the world as it is known. But now, Imperia stands on the edge once more. Whether for good or bad, it has reason to be named the way it is. "This world is destined to change either ways... won't you agree?" (FUSION FANTASY STORY) @AxolotlHaz_ : Hello! This my first english version fic, feel free to fix any grammatical errors. Comments for improvement really is appreciated! :D

‎وَمِنْ اٰيٰتِهٖ خَلْقُ السَّمٰوٰتِ وَالْاَرْضِ وَمَا بَثَّ فِيْهِمَا مِنْ دَاۤبَّةٍ ۗوَهُوَ عَلٰى جَمْعِهِمْ اِذَا يَشَاۤءُ قَدِيْرٌ ࣖ Dan, di antara tanda-tanda kekuasaan-Nya adalah kejadian langit dan bumi serta segala yang Dia biakkan pada keduanya dari makhluk-makhluk yang melata; dan Dia Maha Kuasa menghimpunkan mereka semua apabila Dia kehendaki (melakukannya). - (Asy-Syuura 42:29) ──── •✧• ──── Mangsa kepada pemangsa. Haq menjadi batil. Baik kepada jahat dan- Pemburu kepada mangsa buruan. "Singa Kehilangan Taring." Aforisme sedemikian memiliki asosiasi akrab dengan Sharim. Singa bengis dahulu, berani, liar dan bebas, tewas dan gugur pada suatu malam hening. Dia bukan lagi bahadur dan wira mereka. Bukan remaja lucu dan suka hentam semberono. Sekadar singa tempang dan kerepot di mata pemburu- dahulu ukhwah mereka. Malahan, dia tidak mampu berdiri sendiri tanpa sandaran bahu seseorang. Dia tiada betara dengan kerikil di kaki lima walaupun, perang masih bergolak di bawah batang hidung sendiri. < "Sharim. Jika sesuatu terjadi kepada cikgu- Tolong lindungi Hibion." > Dia gagal mengotakan amanah terakhir guru mereka. Dan- "Tapi, permainan kejar mengejar ini tamat sekarang." - Gagal melindungi rakan sendiri. "Jangan mengalah." Walau di tengah-tengah sengsara ini- Allah u Akbar- '... Seseorang masih melaungkan azan?' - Rahmat Ar-Rahman dan Ar-Rahim masih belum berakhir. Doa. Sesuatu berdering di dalam kepala Sharim. Asbab demikian- Sharim mengankat tangan, tinggi di udara. "- Selamatkan 'aku' di dunia itu daripada menemui pengakhiran seperti aku di dunia ini, As-Salaam." Pada perang belum meledak dan tanpa malam hening meragut kudrat sesiapa- Sharim Ishraq membuka mata.