

Chapter One, so far...BeginningsChapter One, so far...
Zeno opened his eyes, bright sunlight washed over his small room filled with only a bed, desk, and footlocker containing his belongings. The room was still unfamiliar since he had recently moved in from the children's quarters he had known nearly all his life. The tall young boy sat up, his curly black hair riddled with cowlicks after a night of tossing and turning. Throwing on his clothes, he sprinted to the mess hall that also served as a gathering place at the orphanage he lived at.
He was 16 today, and he didn't want to miss out on the


PrologueHere Goes Nothing...Prologue
Daylight was only a few hours away, but there was just enough light to make out the short black hair of Zeno, a man in his mid-twenties. He sat on a rock, watching the horizon as his comrades snoozed behind his, the cliff walls even further back, protecting their rear. He had a sword slung over his back, a sword that gleamed with the power of steel combined with magic, magic of destruction and fire. The symbols on his jacket, and air of authority, identified him as their commander.
In this place, conventional firearms would prove little help against t
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acention is the next step to life, not the answer to death
the only limit of acention is your limit of acception
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