Spitting Bubbles

Spitting Bubbles

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Imagine what it could've been if dragons existed. Big, majestic creatures with shiny scales running along their powerful body, spikes covering their tails and gleaming eyes reflecting wisdom past any age we ever could reach; big wings that carries them across oceans and continents, flaring nostrils, sharp teeth and even sharper claws. Well, these creatures exist in Pendula, and if you ever see one, you better run before you get covered in bubbles. Pendula is the home for bubbles. The sorcerers and sorceresses use bubbles for their magic, the dragons spit bubbles and the nation itself is quite... round and circular. Holly Corylus had barely lived ten summers when she spit her first bubble and was sent off to the Sorcery Tower to be trained as an apprentice and one day take the title as a bubble sorceress. A looming conflict with a nearby country makes the entire ordeal a little bit harden than it should, but Holly Corylus got the bubbles on her side.
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England: circa 1310 A.D. Few are blessed with the burden of foresight. Few could feel the wind changing, or see the skies darkening; a storm was brewing. For centuries, those with magic and those without lived together in relative peace. Alas, all good things must eventually come to an end. Twelve sorcerers, condemned to centuries of slumber, would soon awaken. During a time of religious reign, their awakening would be the catalyst that turned man against magic forever. So would begin the witch hunt, the slaughtering of magical creatures once awed. Some would perish; most would hide. Others would build an army in retaliation and the world would be at full out war. All this, with the threat of a dark cult hellbent on resurrecting the one being that should not be resurrected ever looming. Indeed, dark times lie ahead. It has been said: “A man does not become great by having it easy; it is adversity that pushes him to greatness.” If that were true, then Tahir and his companions had enough adversity to become some of the greatest people ever to live. This is their story.

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