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The Archaic Dragon Mage

Wyatt was alone in the world. When the rifts opened the world was thrown into chaos. Archaic mages came through those rifts, and war after war followed. The last war had ended when Wyatt was just a baby, but he had still lost his eye to it. The empty socket, and loss of depth perception made him an easy target. Wyatt being an orphan meant that no one back him up when he did get targeted. Wyatt was used to fighting for himself, and the draft was going to force him into military academy. He had no genetic markers to become an ability user so he had already accepted the fact that he would probably die during his two years required military rotation after the academy. It was just a fact of life. Non ability users were just cannon fodder, and archaic abilities were highly restricted. Wyatt didn't think anything off it. That is until he found a marble in an old rift area. A marble that would change everything.

Angelina_Bennett · Fantasy
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I would like to thank everyone that's been so supportive throughout this whole ordeal. Snowball is recovering just fine. I'm beginning to think this whole surgery will barely put a dent in the tough old gal. I did have a bit of a scare right after with her not eating, but she got over it, and bounced back. I've been hand making some crocheted blankets in my free time if anyone is interested in a blanket made by yours truly. 

I made a raffle page for them. Although my goal is just to make about fifty bucks above, and beyond materials. It's on facebook. It's called

homemade blanket raffle

As nice as making a profit would be I doubt I'll get that much for my simple blankets. I plan on focusing on queen size blankets for now since the smaller blanket is still in my room currently. Queen size takes much longer to finish. I won't fill my room with blankets anytime soon if I focus on large blankets like that. Plus the bigger ones take much longer to make. 

I'd forgotten how peaceful it was to just sit, and create without needing to think about it. My mother never approved of the hobby. I dropped it based on her input. Only recently picking it back up. It's kind of nice with all the chaos of my life. 

I'm really glad I never fell into drug although I'm pretty sure the only reason I didn't was because I was already spending every penny on my herd or my mom. To those of you that understand just how damaging a truthfully toxic home life is long term I wish you all the best. Not all abuse is physical. Take care of yourselves out there. I'm saving everything I can to get my hands on my own place so I can give my siblings the safety I never had. 

I'm a long way from my goal, but at least now I'm approaching it instead of being stuck in my mother's orbit.