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A story in a medieval fantasy world. A world inhabited by demons, dragonfolk and humans. |
| A sneak-peak on the fourth chapter. __________________________________________________________ âAre you even listening?â Professor Morunds voice boomed across the classroom. Khanos grasped for breath and nodded at his teacher. Of course he didnât. He fell in sleep again. He had such a weird dream about a forest or something. It started to become vague already. âItâs weird to see that YOU didnât extinct yet. Weâll see if you really were paying attention. What are the twelve reasons the Machine People didnât survive the Great War?â âBecause they were... eeurm... No idea.â âAh, I see. Youâre going to write a one thousand word essay about why all the Machine People died, and how it could have been prevented. Turn it in tomorrow morning in my office. That was it, class dismissed.â âYou really should be paying more attention in classesâ said Lynnore as they packed their bags. âAt this rate youâll never pass your exams. Anyway, we have our first magic class today, arenât you excited?â âNot really, Iâm not feeling well and Iâll probably ruin magic too.â âOh, donât be so negative. Maybe you have talent for this! Youâll never knowâ Lynnore kept trying to cheer him up while they were walking towards the dungeons. They entered the classroom and looked around. It was a rather large room, dark and damp. Five rows of tables and the teacherâs desk on a platform in the back of the room. On the desk were all kinds of weird objects and large piles of parchment. One of the object caught Khanosâ attention. It was round with the numbers one to twelve on it, just like a sundial. On second thought it really looked like a sundial, but this thing had three little sticks of which one moved around quite quickly. Everyone looked for a place to sit and they waited for the teacher to arrive. |