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The tomb of Sloth

This book is a work in progress from a highschool student! The book is a martial fantasy novel based around the sin of sloth. I understand there are small mistakes but I’ll try my hardest to get them fixed. I’m also looking for proof readers! Please contact me on discord if your interested [notdylan1]

Dylan_Snope · Fantasy
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6 Chs

Chapter 1: Teleportation scroll

The magical green circles brought me to some completely different place. Away from mom. Once the weird feeling of changing locations stopped I landed on the ground.

Right as my feet touched the grass floor my body instantly fell onto my knees. I felt horrible. I puked whatever was left in my stomach on the ground. My body feeling weak as if I had the energy in my body drained from me.

After 5 minutes of sitting there I calmed my body to stop shaking. Jeez that smells awful I thought to myself while i weakly got up onto my feet. Getting up I observed my surroundings, I appeared to be in a huge Forrest with massive tree's that covered the sun from my vision. Barely letting light pass through the huge leaves.

Fully standing I continued to turn in circles looking at everything around me. The forest floor had beautiful grass and flowers littering this area of a sweet smell. For some reason… I felt at peace here.

Like I'm in my warm bed back home sorry free like the ignorant child I was. I grew up in a powerful house that had a strong place in the martial world.

My family, the Everroot family was extremely powerful. My father and his brother rules the family with an iron first. Destroying any enemies or those who seeked to hurt us.

Later on my dad and my mom got married through an arranged marriage with the Namgung family. They were also a powerful martial family. However my father was easily more powerful then their family alone.

My uncle who also was the commander of the family paled in comparison to my father. He was jealous and power hungry for what my father had. About a year after my mom and my dad had me.

A beautiful baby boy. My father, who was the ideal image of handsome and perfect. My mother, who was a unrivaled beauty and elegant beyond other woman. Of course gave birth to a adorable baby boy.

They decided to name him Dylan in memory of my moms dad who passed away from an illness a year before I was born.

Growing up i matured much more then the other kids in the family. My mom made me study day in and day out.

Filling my head tot he brim with knowledge that would make me unparalleled with my peers. My dad who started training me at 5. He planned to make me the next official heir of the family so I had to be prepared to take on these burdens.

Every day from 5 years old I would spend all day studying and all night training my body. 3 years later after this continuous training I became stronger and smarter. I was already 5 foot 11 at 8 years old. My body had small but extremely pronounced muscles that were brimming with strength.

My uncle also had a son with some woman that paled in comparison to my mom so she didn't even register in my head.