This Glass World We Live In

This Glass World We Live In

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Fantasy
In a world where magic is reality and monsters aren't myth. A world where people train for their lives to fight monster, and others study for more civil professions. A world where a corrupt system and tyrants both monster and man realm. Nothing is as it seems, and nobody can truly be trusted. In this world you follow Alma, a seemingly average college freshman as she unravels the mysteries of her world. I would really enjoy some feedback as well, it would be greatly appreciated :)
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The sword stained with 'her' blood always dragged her back into the same dream. A field of forget-me-nots. A bed of broken snow. The nine-year-old her that never learned to forgive. Yet Alcestis still yearned to fall asleep again every night. There, she would meet her - the sun that shone within the haven of her dreams. Basking in her gentle embrace, she would shed every lash, every tear, every prayer whispered in a dark basement - all for the woman who had become her whole world. But what remains of a soul after everything is stripped away? Her resolve etched in blood, she leaves behind the only life she'd known, tracing the trail of her parents - heroes whose past posed more questions than it ever answered. Her path lit by the faint glow of Glacies, she stumbles upon the doorstep of her past, where only embers of hope were left behind... and where a lone flame sparks anew. Oblivion bloomed in the wake of her footsteps - a void where memories and dreams refuse to let the past disappear beneath the rubble of fallen kings and worlds. But on the edge of the void that bleeds into dreams, where the living brush against the bygone and everything is thrown away... ...What if she dared to dream once more?

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