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The legendary beast hunter

There was a time when humans abused too much of the world. A time when Nature decided to turn against them. A time when the sentence for their sins and crimes finally came. It was called the Great Curse. Some would say that it was a blessing since it gave humans the mysterious energy called Mana, which made them capable of using magic. However, most saw it just as the name said: a Curse. The mana invading the world brought consequences way greater than magic. Soon, beasts called Ancients began to appear, and that's when humanity's future would change forever. Those beasts were born to annihilate humans, after all. Nonetheless, humans are selfish and stubborn beings. They would defy the Gods, Nature, or any supernatural being that opposed them. No matter the curse, no matter the blessing. That's when the Beast Hunters were born and the eternal war for the survival and supremacy of humanity began. Little did they know that their reaction would be the start of a tale, the tale of the Legendary Beast Hunter, the Apostle of Wrath; the man of crimson eyes and hair. A human whose hatred would break the earth apart... **** That is my first book for this account, so thank you very much for reading this. It may have many plot holes and mistakes, so I am sorry may any of these appear. As you might notice while you read the first dozens of chapters, my English is not perfect, maybe worse than average since it is not my native language. If you see any grammatical mistakes, please scold me so I can get better and better for the next chapters and books coming ahead xD **** I do not own this cover, though I made some changes. If you are the artist, kindly send a message and I will take it off right away and apologize.

Ahealm · Fantasy
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Sailing

In the middle of the night, under a night sky filled with stars, a lone ship sailed in the vastness of a tranquil sea. Light waves hit its hull, making it sway slightly. A few types of fish would jump out of the water from time to time and greet the sailors who were admiring the water from starboard and port. 

The captain of that ship monotonously and lazily took the helm, turning it to the sides when needed, though on nights like that it was not strictly necessary to make any maneuver unless something specific happened. 

Sailors walked around the deck, having silly conversations and counting stars to kill time. Their energy was at its peak, their minds couldn't stop working at all, and their hearts were still beating fast due to the last storm they needed to face. On several occasions, they thought they would die. And, in fact, some of them really died, though they didn't have the time nor the willingness to mourn their deaths.