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A book on hiatus...or maybe not!

This an attempt at the genre of Eastern fantasy by the author, portraying the story of dual protagonists, Zeph(the one who is white Blaze) and his counterpart Sauren, engaging through the senseless world where powers and supernatural are just everyday things to encounter and people killing people without any recuperation is the normalised thing. In short, it is a world where the strong rule over the weak and the step to becoming strong is churning their body up to light up their potential of the body. Set in an ancient yet magical fantasy setting, White Blaze is an author's first writing experience so you can see and feel the development of the quality of writing as the chapter progresses. 

Thank you all for giving it a try.

White Blaze

Storm and Downpour were falling in droves in the forest. Zeph in his usual garbs was sitting dreamily inside the rocky cave.

He was taking shelter from this unexpected storm in the cave. His clothes were soaked due to a delay in finding the suitable shelter. After some time, he was able to locate this almost hidden cave to hide from Nature's fury.

The small bonfire was burning near him, keeping the cave and himself warm. Outside winds and hurricanes were slamming so sharp like some ghosts were howling in the dark weather.

He was silent, with jade slip on his feet which was continuously depicting the list of rapidly increasing and decreasing targets that were marked to be eliminated.

Names, like a fickle leaf, were occasionally rising on the top. Then disappearing once someone was taking up that bounty. This process was happening continuously since the day he picked up this jade.

Flute Spirit