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Phoenix of Calamity

In a world overrun by supernatural creatures and magic, phoenixes are known to be 'extinct' creatures of a distant past that were commonly referred to as 'Creatures of Calamity' and yet, contrary to that belief, they were also known to be creatures of sublime peace and indomitable mental fortitude. Our main character, Arthur is one of two princes of the Phoenixes. Born into a race that must remain hidden, lest they risk losing their lives to their mortal enemies, the Dragons. As life in the castle becomes more 'suffocating', the prince sets his sights on something... interesting. Barthlorn School of the Supernatural: An elite academy meant to train only the best to fight the Dark Forces of the Supernatural. Hunters, Dragons, Shifters, Warlocks, Healers, Magic and so much more are to be found within the walls of the great School. With so much to learn and so little to lose by doing so, the prince seeks adventure within the walls of the Academy. Like all oblivious main characters, nothing prepares him for the adventures he will find at great school. Nothing prepares him for the strength of the bonds he creates there... and with those bonds comes the frailty of his race's most sacred secret. Revealing the existence of his kind could quite literally mean death for all phoenixes. ............................. PS. The cover photo is not mine.

kizitomayanja · Fantasy
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322 Chs

Meeting with the King

Gray had just agreed to talk!

Would Arthur finally be able to get some answers on what was happening to him?

He was fine now… but the prince knew how quickly his health could take a turn. He could never have predicted that the Trident of Fire would 'attack' him… and yet it did, draining him of all his flame essence.

Arthur was unsure whether this had anything to do with his low mana reserves the next day but running out of mana had been another excruciating experience.

Who was to know what else could happen a few hours from now?

Since starting at Barthlorn, getting hurt was becoming a recurring theme.

Arthur shook the thoughts off, 'Fifteen minutes,' he chided.

The white-haired boy rushed to the bathroom and blew through his morning routine like a whirlwind. Brushed his teeth, washed his body, and dressed up in his uniform.