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Becoming Legend

"I was supposed to be sent to earth. But I ended up in a completely different world. A world where magic exists. And here I thought I`m a Hollow—born without magic. That was until my system activated and guided me to embrace my past, deal with my present, and prepare for my future." "With the memory of my past, information from the earth, and a bizarre world I`m in, my implanted A.I. will do everything to ensure my survival and venture the unknown. But first, I must deal with my past to move on, leave the island, and explore the world and become a Legend!" "But how can I, if my Master is all weak and alone?" "May the Maker have mercy upon my enemy, Because I won`t" - Ned, Becoming Legend.

Neorealist · Fantasy

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Elf: Prince Aesril, I

Prince Aesril held the Mask of Caree in his hand. He sat on a wooden stool fixed against the floor.

Gelethorn sat on the bed opposite of him holding the same mask they wore to hide against the humans. He looked pale, and cold to the touch, but the veins of the blackish nightmare wore off.

"No more hiding," Gelethorn said, folding the mask and hiding it under his shirt. Gelethorn was a wood-elf. One of the three purest elves. One of which was the most distinguishable, brown hair, brown eyes, but never broad as Gelethorn. Wide shoulder and square jaw. He looked like he could crush anything between his hands.

"No more hiding," Prince Aesril repeated. Golden hair messed up the smooth of his face. Golden eyes flickering as he stared at the mask in his hand, unable to look Gelethorn to the eyes.

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