Mepo

Benji has recently been accepted into one of the three prestigious Academies of Adventurers and Elites. He's nervous about it all but eager to make friends. A new school life of training and magic awaits him, but he can feel the stares. Heck, he can practically hear the question on everyone's mind: 'What's that mark on his face?'





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 !!!UPDATES!!!
[RESTRUCTURING CHAPTERS {19-34}]

Super busy with my job, school, and well life so once again please bear with the slow updates. I've started the process of correcting some things and adding the arc I skipped. I'm a more confident writer now so please look forward to the new content! The chapters being work shopped are [18-34] so kindly ignore those please ;p. A new cover will mark the completion of this process.
[It has begun]

Saturday is the day I try to post, but I may drop a chapter a day or two later. 
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Oh and count on me not dropping this story it's my very first after all so I'll write it to its end >;)
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Credits
Thank you Lapiz for the amazing cover art! Please go check them out if you like what you see. Their name is blacklapiz on Fiverr. They have an Instagram too so give that a follow @blacklapizuu

Thank you Baxtli for the wonderful sketch used for my christmas thank you. Go check them out on Fiverr. Their name is baxtli. 
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 [Me]
Hello, Dear reader, I'm Oliver Mepo, but you can call me Mepo. As you already know this is my story "MarKed". I aspired to be a writer for some time now, and yet I never had a work of mine seen by actual readers. So I decided to comb through my library of ideas, and put one out there. Call this my punch to the sky. Hoping this works at least a little. Heck if this blows up I might become a full-blown writer. So please let me know what you think. Tips on how to improve or polish my writing are appreciated more than you may know. I'm a newbie, but I do hope you'll stick around to see how "MarKed" unfolds.

MarKed

A warm smile spreads on my face at the familiar voice.


"A meeting with Ms. Triophlem," he asks.


"Yes, I had a question. She was very…helpful."


A ghost of a chuckle escapes Mr. Ranviel's lips.


"She does give full answers. Did you enjoy the tea?"


I nod. It was surprisingly tasty despite how haphazardly, and hastily it was made. It was an old tea with a strong and thorough flavor with a touch of sweetness. It lingered like dust on my tongue.


"It was an old tea. I don't believe I've had it before," I mention.


"She is quite the collector," Mr. Ranviel says, "And your meeting what did you two discuss?"


"A Mad scholar, his name, Erin Inqu…" I trail off as an expression I never thought I'd see on Mr. Ranviel's face appears for a moment—intense anger. He composes himself quickly but to witness such an oppressive rage for someone like Mr. Ranviel was shocking to say the least.


Chapter 31 []