Gimme Time. I am dying
It took ten minutes to walk to the hotel. Sora okayed her two acquaintances with security and they made it to the main lobby, Eyia eyeing the guards. Both Jin and Eyia talked in Asgardian as they entered the hotel. They sounded impressed, examining the three leveled lobby and grand architecture. The tenants called the
December is a busy month…
TL: Mabbo, TLC: Fairy, Editor : Tim
(This is it, this is what we’ve all been waiting for. Enjoy the stomp. I had like 3 editors look over this, so I hope it came out well xD Also a reminder that YOU THE READERS get to pick what the arc’s finale boss will be! Fight or flight, they will be there! Cast
Sora made it to lunch without incident and walked to the meeting spot. She wasn’t surprised to find the two leaning against some trees by the sidewalk.
After I finally got to bed last night, and tried to get some sleep, I had that strange dream again. It keeps happening. It feels odd, every time like it’s actually a different reality. A bit like I’m stuck in another strange world when I’m dreaming. It feels more real than lucid dreaming, more solid.
Author Node: I said in a comment that this chapter would be released on Monday … but, it was supposed to be released on Tuesday >.> should have checked the schedule I already established. Since I opened my big mouth … I guess I’ll be releasing this chapter early. To be clear, the next chapter
Chapter 5: Conflicting Conclusions Thin golden beams lit the path ahead as rays from the sun pierced through the tiny gaps in the thick canopies above. I was flanked by tall, towering trees that formed endless rows both in front and behind me, as if seemingly stretching far beyond the horizon with no end
(Author’s note: Heya! A quick note before we get to the good stuff, sorry, but you’ll all wanna see this. The arc is not even CLOSE to being over, but I figured it might be fun to allow YOU ALL to decide what the big bad boss of the chapter is going to be! All you
Sora’s mind jolted awake as fire crept up her chest, her heart pulsating with every muscle fiber, yet she was paralyzed. Her nails were being torn apart, the skin underneath lacerated with paper thin blades. Her joints twisted within her body as bones compressed into powder. Spikes drilled into her skull all along her scalp.