Squeaky_Kittah

Things were normal for a time. Wake up, be annoyed by my siblings, avoid the black shadow and the attic things, go to school, avoid the what aren't humans. Maybe just my day will go forward like it should be. I don't need transferring to another foster family. Or change of schools. Just please be another passive day. I am grateful for what I have. I don't need to be a street rat. 
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Welcome to a small wedge of a book series is to come. This book isn't even the first in the timeline of things. However starting here can make sense of the laws and creatures encountered in other books. Some of the volumes could each be considered its own book. Some views of the same event aren't always written the same ways. Some chapters will inevitably be repeated in other books. As the series as a whole wasn't intended to be posted online originally. The concepts touched on are just imagination and theories in a sort of storyline. I mean no disrespect towards anyone. So enjoy with a side of salt and open mindedness. Discussion is how always to resolve misunderstanding. 
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Disclaimer for any spelling or grammar errors. I use writing stories as a way to counter my dyslexia. It also seems that my dyslexia has its way of telling any sort of story in the wrong order. I guess this is how I ended up with 20 books to edit and post. 

Good luck in the adventure. Your always welcome to comment!

Broken Boundaries: Unorthodox chronicles.

There has been no actions or influences of mages, supernatural entities or even any recognition by the guardians of the living. Not until I made a direct contact to work with MAC. The mage Islands way of trades with other countries without recognition of being existent. 


Living a normal human life with normal drama has been a mix bag. It has drops and peaks. Highlights such as finishing school or other normal lifetime achievements. Not at anytime have I had to face anything like I did as a ender title holder. But then again, I am a weak fragmented soul. I can't go about magic casting like a I did as a royal.


I am getting ahead of myself. My mage name is James Crafter. I come from a long line of trades workers that merchant sales directly to the private sector of the royal palace. Supplying not easy to come by material of spell casting. As such trust rose ranks, so to was status. Its why my mother met my father and give enough puzzle bits to work out the rest. 


I fleed the country during the mage child massacre. Thanks to the blood needed for some sacrifice gate opening the Darkwoods seeked. 


I am indeed the prince's servant, as it was my father's way to use me. He had plans for both me and the new soul prince. It wasn't to be with the ender title lurking about this moment of history. 


I do retain my memory as a past ender. It is the titles partnership with me. I give the ink nightmare my trust. This is his return. Not erasing my memories and recalling it all like it was yesterday. I haven't allow this to ruin me. It has been helpful in normal life. 


My application to work with the company after years of pretending I wasn't a mage. I am met with the obvious barriers of being assumed as a none mage. Kept in the low end of duties but was still hired due to my background in educational and practical experience. 


It been about 4 months of internal assessment before they have considering to trust me. Teach mages to read is really needed at the moment. I look good for that. 


I suspect things going odd tomorrow. The date was always objectively noted by several ender titles. A time pit for strange possibilities. 


What could me more telling of such strangeness... having the annoyance of a bird landing on my head. On my way home from work today. I not even going to ignore the fact of it being the god in disguised form. Not his follower whom at the time walked past. 


I did well to not act to knowledge the bird god fella. Simply pose as a sensed moment and shurg about it.


Breezed years passing