JayScribe

'Why can't life be simple? I just wished to be the next baron of Grindeston. Now I have to face the world and Heavens above, only because of the damn stone acting like my heart?'

Hex Darkenmane, scorned and despised by people and his fate, struggled in the dark chasms of the Endless Mountains to have one chance at becoming Blessed. Once he threaded the path of Knights, he would challenge the baron and gain everyone's respect. 

But things weren't as simple as he imagined. Only after gaining a Blessing and starting as a Squire did he learn the truth about the world and the Heaven governing over it. The baron's power knew no limits, Heaven wasn't as benevolent as preached, and his origin wasn't as simple as he believed. 

To make things worse, his master didn't seem interested in teaching. He landed in a battle between powerhouses and Heavens and was confronted with his origin. 

But like he never despaired in the deepest chasms of the mountains, he never considered giving up no matter how high the odds were stacked against him.

"Give up? Why? Isn't it just the entire world and the Heaven around it, coming at me? Even if I stand alone, I won't be disheartened. Step by step, I will thread on my foes, going beyond Heaven itself.  The road is long and lonely but don't pity me, for I don't pity myself. Toward others but especially towards myself, I am stonehearted."

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A/N: WEIRDNESS

I started to write after being tired of system, harem, and R18 novels that seemed copied from each other (I AM NOT DISSING ANYONE). I decided to write my own story, trying to blend traditional fantasy with web novels, adding weirdness as the main spice.

The Stonehearted Knight

'Why does she also have black hair?'

Questions after question rose in his mind as he stared blankly at the robed lady in the air. His heart thumped loudly in his chest. He hoped there was no connection between him and the Witch but events of the past popped at random before his eyes.

He saw the image of the past when he was thrown out of the cloister at the age of twelve, just before the finals of the Youth Championship. The crowd was jeering, the other kids laughed, and Clannad sneered, but nothing hurt him more than the indifferent gaze of the man who had decided his fate with a few words.

'But why bring me back? Why take me in, train me, heck even give the Knight's Path? Why not leave me to rot in the dark chasms of the mountains?'

His blank mind filled with confusion then with sadness, followed by anger, ending finally in feeling lost.

A cursed boy