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Anarion

LECTURES 32
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Chapitres 4
Durée 11m

LECTURES 32
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Chapitres 4
Durée 11m

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I see the enchanted cannons and barrels, their surfaces etched with glowing runes. Ropes slither like living serpents, and nets hum with residual magic. Even before my mind fully grasped it, my heart knew where I was.

Shielding my eyes from the sun's golden glare, I spotted the crimson flag billowing high above-a sigil of terror whispered in every corner of the seas. A shiver, colder than any wind, coiled down my spine. Of all the ships to wake upon, it had to be this one.

Should I feign sleep and pray they forget me, or risk slipping into the shadows, seeking escape before they discovered I was awake?

Losing her memory was torment enough, but now she was trapped on a pirate ship steeped in magic and mystery?Tous Droits Réservés

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You wake to the sound of waves and the feeling of sand beneath your fingers. A glowing shell rests in your hand, pulsing faintly with a mysterious light. You don't know where you are, or how you got here, but one thing is clear. This is not your world. Before long, you find yourself swept into the chaotic life of a pirate crew like no other. They hunt enchanted relics, artifacts of immense power. That shape the very fabric of this magical world. The crew is as strange as their quest. A captain haunted by visions, a navigator who whispers to the stars, and a quartermaster with secrets darker than the ocean depths. Now, you must find your place among them. The glowing shell in your possession marks you as something, or someone special. But will it bring fortune, or doom? Set sail into uncharted waters where magic is as treacherous as the sea itself, and where being a pirate means more than plundering

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The experiments unfolded, scattering like fragile shards across the endless islands, their edges softened by time yet never truly lost. Memories unraveled like threads caught in the wind, slipping through grasping fingers, dissolving into nameless tides. And still, one cannot help but wonder-did they ever truly seek to reclaim them? Or were they meant to drift, untethered, between what was and what could have been? In this boundless sea, they remain-specters of something half-remembered, untouched by death, at least for now. But the past is never silent, only sleeping, buried beneath the hush of the waves. Beneath the weight of salt and centuries, echoes stir in the deep, restless and waiting. Forgotten names, forsaken dreams, lingering like footprints in shifting sands, erased and rewritten with each passing storm. Some chase the ghosts of what was, desperate to stitch together a story undone. Others flee, fearing that to remember is to break. Yet no soul can outrun the tide forever. The current pulls, unyielding, toward an inevitable reckoning. And when the sea finally sings their names once more, will they answer? Or will they, too, fade into the whispers of a world that was never meant to remember them? An arcane odyssey fanfiction

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* * * "...Why are you following me?" I only muttered in case no one was really there. I didn't want any surrounding people to think I was crazy and just imagining someone behind me. "I didn't even get a thank you." To my surprise, there was a response. Slightly horrified, I spun around to look my rescuer in the eyes. Scratch that. In the mask. He was wearing a mask. * * * Saved from a rapist by a pirate. At first, Vivienne sees pirates as scums. She believes all of them are full of greed. Well, Vivienne isn't completely wrong. But when she accidentally boards a pirate ship belonging to the Masquerade Messes, her entire life takes a turn. Perhaps for the better, perhaps for the worse... either way, Vivienne occupies her time by trying to identify her rescuer. He's a part of the crew, but the only time he appears is during the masquerade parties. She tries to figure out who he is, but she struggles badly. He's just always masked. * * * //completed as of 12/15/16//

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The End and the Beginning [A Short Story]

I don't remember what sunk us; I think it was a storm. I don't remember my name, or where I came from, or where I was going, or what I was doing. And nobody knows that I exist. Not even the others who sank with our ship. But I remember her red dress and my attachment to her... or... some kind of attachment to her. Or a longing for her. I don't know how to describe it. But let me try to explain. Cover by @-psychoo