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The Dragon Caller
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Ongoing, First published Jul 17, 2012
"My name is Yukio Hamaguchi. It is my duty to protect all the Sincere provinces from darkness by harnessing the strength of the Callers. I'm currently fulfilling my dream of travelling the world on my dragon - Onin. I am a Dragon Caller, and this is my story."
The Dragon Caller, the most powerful and rarest race of human in all of Valun. Capable of immense magical powers and swordsmanship.
Yukio Hamaguchi, 19, Dragon Caller, is travelling the world on his mighty steed - his faithful Dragon when he is attacked and captured by Dragonfiends (Dragon Callers fighting for evil.) When a mysterious man declares war on all the Sincere provinces, Yukio and his new friends seem to be the only hope for saving Valun.
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.