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Reinversion

Time is the one thing Calafiori always wished he could change ever since a traumatic event left him with the ability to perceive future events, but until now he never acted towards it. A chaotic event that should have claimed the life of a young Colette leaves her with time bending abilities that sees her go back few moments in time and effect changes in the direction of time that was supposed to be linear, completely changing the fate of things. As Calafiori and Colette collide collide with contrasting philosophies on the way best to use their abilities either for the good of others or for their selfish reasons, a great evil that more than threatens to upend the world brews in the same underworld mafia that turned Calafiori's family upside down and made his life this way. Will the protagonists of this series be able to work together and come up with plans to safe all? Or will they drag everyone else into their abyssal madness? *** Magic runs supreme in this brutal fantasy world, and not all is straight forward. Follow the characters who are the heroes of their own story as they strive to fulfill their destiny... only, not all can. The fate of the six races are altered drastically in the aftermath of the great war that left many clans decimated, and the balance of power has now shifted to the humans. Underground schemes threaten to unveil a great evil, one the world won’t be able to take. The past and present will have to collaborate to ensure there will be a future at whatever cost necessary. ctto of the art. *Story scrapped*

DonDenis · Fantasy
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136 Chs

The Halfkey 1

Ha, ha, ha…

The voice of the panting woman didn't travel very far at all; she was near her limits anyway. She had been running for more than an hour now from something, something evil, and was unaware that the darkness had overtaken the day in the sky above. Perhaps she wasn't to be blamed, snow was still pouring heavily, and the land she was threading was densely packed with the flabby white ice to the point each draining limp she took sunk her leg deep in the snow, good thing she wore her raffia boots, and it couldn't be worse, she was carrying a child; a baby in a raffia basket padded with jute fibers inside supporting the baby. Alongside her deep footsteps in the snow were splashed crimson spots which had sharp contrast on the snow which was dripping from her, she was bleeding, her right hand was holding down the wound on her abdomen while her left supported the dangling basket hanging around her neck.