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Ongoing, First published Apr 21, 2014
Dirk, a tailor's apprentice from the small town of Lesser Highridge, is thrust into the middle of a national conflict when his master is discovered harboring a convicted "witch." Fleeing, the three make their way to the city of Redvale, one of the largest cities in the kingdom of Teramen, hidden for 100 years, and the sworn enemy of the Dark King in Cirthond. There Dirk will discover his ability to wield "glyphs": a form of magic involving release of the power in certain symbols. He finds love, friendship and a sense of belonging behind it's walls. But what will happen when he is forced to leave all that behind?
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8 parts Ongoing

Lara, in this magical and enchanting world, nothing is a lie! So believe in fairy tales. This was the phrase my mother whispered to me every night with her gentle voice. When she read the story of "Jack and the Beanstalk," I would always curiously ask: • But why don't I have a magic bean that can take me wherever I want? She would smile kindly and keep hope alive in my heart. We all believed in magic and wizards as children, fairy tales, and Little Red Riding Hood! I wished I would never know the bitter taste of reality. But years after her death, I faced the harsh reality of the world; a reality I had always tried to escape. After my mother's death, her voice remained with me, inviting me to the bright world of hope; unlike many who grew up and no longer believed in any childish dreams. But I remained faithful to stories and the land of fairies, believing that destiny awaits us all! We are born into different tales and live with love. However, the bitterness of the world ensnared me in its grip. Just when I was only nine years old, I became acquainted with the bitter reality of life; when the snowy night arrived! I had never seen snow so terrifying and ugly. Because my mother was in bed, coughing up blood and taking her last breaths. A tiny bit of white snow had fallen from my woolen boots onto the ground, and when her hand hung limp, droplets of blood dripped from her fingers onto the snow, turning it red.