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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 · Fantasie
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Old Way of Travel

Further observation soon allowed Arthur to realise that Mr. Claw's Sanctuary was brilliantly designed to hold several different habitats in this little bubble protected by magic.

A large field, tall bushes, grazing fields as far as the eye could see, scattered trees as well as thick forests, a river whose existence Arthur was still struggling with… 

The prince didn't doubt the existence of a pond or swamp in this vast sanctuary… and he didn't question how such a place could exist either.

However, this all came to a pause when Arthur caught wind of a very troubling HeatWave message.

The prince set his sight ahead of his party of phoenixes and dashed for the treeline. Having heard a cry for help, his body moved on his own.

Time was of the essence.

The layout of the farm was ambiguous at first sight. A large field like this, full of life and animals that anyone could kill for was bound to be attacked often.