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Ongoing, First published Aug 21
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Hazar, who needed to learn to be a Weaver to become a swordsman, wanted only to become an Explorer and seek revenge. Müge, who was experiencing the same things as him, remained silent. Even Hazar didn't know what Müge was thinking; they were unaware of how vast and powerful beings filled the world.

From the very first sparks of his life, Hazar possessed a spirit that dreamed of pushing the boundaries of the world. This dream was nourished by the stories and adventures his mother had told him.

However, one day, the borders of his homeland were breached by enemies, and Hazar narrowly escaped the clutches of death. Grateful for having survived, Hazar and Müge stepped into a new chapter of their lives. Their greatest support in this endeavor came from Master Korkut.

To pursue his dream of becoming an explorer, Hazar began learning weaving in his new home and then training to become a swordsman. Müge, who had endured similar ordeals in a harsher way, watched silently as events unfolded. No one could know what she was truly thinking.

Which paths would Hazar and Müge choose to reach their goals? What decisions were they ready to work for? For this reason, Hazar especially wanted Verzemeg to teach him swordsmanship. Yet Verzemeg did not share the same opinion. How would the conflict between Hazar and Verzemeg resolve?

This was only the beginning of their story.
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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.

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