Bryson Coldwater and Lila Frost stood at a building next to the warehouse. Bryson was staring at the warehouse, brow furrowed. Seemingly trying to figure something out.             “What’s wrong?” Lila asked.             “I can’t hear anything.” Bryson replied. “Huh?” Lila said confused. Bryson pointed at the warehouse, “It’s quiet. There’s nothing.” Lila focused on listening, aside from the ambient …

Corporal Nico Reese was currently in an old warehouse filled with a bunch of old adventuring equipment. On the ceiling hung an old siege car, various pieces of equipment were either in class display cabinets or boxed away. He was surrounded by four demon masked individuals, each one armed with a different weapon. One stood on an upper landing armed …

Bryson stood there as a plethora of servants were swarming him preparing his outfit for the parade. Bryson felt that this was going overboard, but nevertheless he followed his family’s wishes. Once the servants were done engulfing him, he was able to take a good look at himself in the mirror. He had to admit, he looked really good. He …

Lila Frost was sitting in her dining room eating her morning bowl of porridge rather glumly. With her sat her younger sister Lottie Frost who very clearly noticed Lila’s current mood.  “What’s wrong?” Lottie prodded. “Oh, it’s nothing.” Lila replied, pushing around her food. “Lila lying is bad.” Lottie said sternly. Lila gave a small sigh, she did want to …

Bryson sat inside one of the many office rooms inside their mansion, bored out of his mind. He was currently with his mother and going through a long line of potential servants all day. Every single one of the potential servants were all highly qualified, Bryson had to admit. More than qualified to be honest. Bryson found it rather confusing …

Bryson sat in his room, sitting in front of his desk with sheets of papers and a couple of books in front of him, pencil in his left hand and bracelet at the side. A display screen on his left was currently activated and playing a nature documentary about mana beasts in the central continent. Bryson was currently reading through …

Corporal Nico Reese, one of the Coldwater royal guards stood at attention. He had short copper red hair, brown eyes, a clean-shaven face and wore his uniform, with the Coldwater crest across his heart and rank across his shoulder. At seventeen he had served the Coldwaters since he was a cadet for nearly four years. He was an exceptional soldier, …

It had been one week since Lila Frost had been fired, she sat in her apartment staring at a message she had just received from her tablet. It was a reply to her most recent job application. Another rejection. The fifth one she had received. The contents of the message mirrored the other messages from every other place she had …

Bryson groggily opened his eyes as rays from the sun cracked through his windows and hit his face. As he shifted his body over to one side to avoid the rays, he looked around with his half-shut eyes. He then quickly sat up looking around in confusion. He was back in his room, in his bed. All Bryson recalled was …

Bryson had no idea where he was going. It was pitch black save for the light given of by the full moon. Bryson was walking through the snowy garden, the voice no longer echoed in his head, yet he knew where it wanted him to go. He moved further down the garden path, the minutes flew by, he had forgotten …