Jake let out a heavy sigh. He watched with severe disinterest as the fire elemental instructor babbled on the same things he learned from the MBP. It was the same lecture on their roles. It was the same talk on techniques that they could use to increase firepower. It was the same nonsense drilled into him every single day for …

Why are all these so useless? Gin wondered to himself. He went through electronic record after electronic record but none of them helped one bit. Millennia upon millennia of human history and this is all mankind could come up with? What b*******! Not that he’d ever say that out loud of course. He would never swear obviously. ‘Looks like I …

Gin and his battalion waited outside the entrance to a ship, their legs covered in the murky waters. They looked at the very bottom of the ramp where Astral stood. He had his arms behind his back and a puffed-out chest, ready to say something but didn’t do so. He walked up the ramp to one of the crew members …

In his thirty or so years of life, Gin didn’t expect to be in a classroom again. Not only that, it wasn’t something the mages twisted and called “classroom.” No, the small room contained desks, chairs and an old-fashioned blackboard at the front. Granted, the ones he used as a child had projectors attached to them, but at least he …

‘Everyone from squadron W line up on your left! We are about to land! I repeat, everyone from squadron W line up on your left!’ the voices of squadron O’s crew echoed in unison. Their synchronisation impressed Gin more by the second. As he waited in line for the next instructions, he peered over the bough. The boats themselves floated …

‘No dreams or heartaches today too, huh? That Artemis person sure is amazing,’ Gin mumbled to himself as he leaned against the ship’s railings and stared at the ocean. He could see land looming in the distance and knew their weeks-long journey had almost come to a close. Next stop? Pakistan according to squadron O’s crew. Yet, the country seemed …

Inside an empty, doorless, wooden room, with only a couple of windows on one side, stood Maria. She leaned against the wall and peered through said window. Through it, she could see the hull of the boat she resided in as well as several others that marred the view of the vast open sea. ‘What’s taking her so long?’ she …

He didn’t know when. He didn’t know how. But at some point, Jack found a place of refuge on top of the ship’s mast. Not only could he be alone but he had an excuse for being there under the guise of being productive as the lookout. The view wasn’t half bad either. He could look down at the swaying …

‘I’m surprisingly…ok?’ Gin muttered to himself as he woke up in a fresh state for the first time in a long while. He checked his heart, which didn’t squeeze or beat in an erratic fashion for once, and his forehead for a fever that never happened. Though he did feel confused; More so than usual. He wondered how much of …

A door stood in front of Gin. Though to the unknowing, unless you bumped into it by mistake, one wouldn’t know. To the naked eye, it looked like the sandy beach that surrounded it. However, Gin knew. There was no way in hell he would forget. Not when the very door led to his home; his village. Yet, he didn’t …