Shamira_Farhath

Concealed from the eyes of the plebians, the land of Triogle, lived long years of peaceful magical life, deep down the southern pacific ocean. 
 Severing themselves into three powerful lands as per their status, the ancestors of Triogle shielded their habitats from the so-called plebs.
 Edmund Wren Zelano, a bright teen of petulando, adores his life to be born with magic on the tip of his fingers. He falls onto the path of grieve, when his father starts to restrict him from practicing Sorcery. Reality hits him hard, when people starts to look at him with pity and derisive eyes, since the people of Petulando can't resist to live without magic.
 Edmund takes a huge leap in life, when life without magic turns as a torture to him. In his attempt to live the life he yearned, Edmund takes a huge decision, that completely flips his life apart, making him meld with the land of the Originals.
 In his attempt to become the best among Petulans, Fate forces him to unfold all the darkest secret of the Ogle, that no man could ever unfold.
Tune in with the magical venture of Wren, the boy who can't use MAGIC!
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P. S ( Tag: Fantasy, Magic, Mystery, adventure, weaktostrong)
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Moonlight Sorcerer of Petulando

The ruckus of combatants dominated the mysterious space upon Mr. Ulver's speech.


" Honourable chief, isn't the training for breachers? You're trial could bring disgrace to our guilds", said a combatant from among the crowd.


Eventhough his grievance was acceptable, not many could support him, since they felt guilty about their loyalty towards the chief.


" Isn't this much twist enough? I feel dizzy right now", Orlen whisperd to her childhood buddy Chantley, getting crazed by the light-headed situation.


Edmund was speechless at that moment, where all his slander upon the chief might turn into a complete nightmare in his life.


" YOU ALL BEEN BLINDED BY EMOTIONS IN SUCH A SMALL FRACTION OF TIME, AS SOON AS THE FEAR OF DEATH TRIGGERED YOU. I THE KNOWER OF ALL THE HAPPENINGS AROUND BLEAKVILLE, WAS SURE ABOUT WHO COULD BE MORE LOYAL TO ME, IN TIMES OF OBSCURE SITUATIONS....


I HAD TWO OPTIONS IN MY HAND. ONE WAS ALL MY LOYAL SUBJECTS WHILE THE SECOND WAS ALL MYSTICAL CREATURES AROUND BLEAKVILLE, INCLUDING THE RIVULET AND TROLLS.


TO MY DISAPPOINTMENT, THE LIANA'S AND TROLLS  SHOWED MUCH LOYALTY UPON MY ORDERS WHILE Y'ALL BACKMOUTHED MY CHIFTAIN AND SLANDERED MY NOBLESHIP;


I'D HID THE FIRST KEY TO ESCAPE THE DOOM ONTO THE HANDS OF SENIOR COMBATANTS AND NOBLEMEN PRESENT. ON FAILING THE FIRST PHASE, Y'ALL HAD PUSHED THE BREACHERS ON TO THE DOOM MANDOTARILY, WHO WOULD ENTER THE SECOND PHASE OF GUANTLET NOW"


Misfortunes ahead misfortunes striked the Breachers as well as the fagal trainers present, who were put out under pressure on persuading the doom.


Scizian rushed to the Taratulus Brigade and silently pulled the tip of Edmund's shirt to his side.


" The impression you have on Mr. Ulver is all wrong. He isn't someone you imagine and right now you shouldn't act without my permission. Soon enough, Mr. Ulver would call you out and enquire you about the loopholes you said about his noblemenship. Think wise and answer him! If things happen as per my intiution, then all our end might be on your words as well as your decision", whispered Scizian, hiding from the Chief's sight.


Soon the portal pf Gallio was invoked into the void space, making rustic noise cause of its Rhodium body.


" In the name of my ancestors, I shall revoke the Potrayal of Gallio, the friend who saved our land through storm and wind. I SHALL BESEECH YOU TO REFLECT IN YOU, THE RULES FOR GAUNTLET OF DOOM!", ordered Mr. Ulver Hoog, while the fangled potrayal stood down besides him, bending its top body.


Gauntlet of Doom