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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 · Fantasía
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Cornered 'Phoenix'

Forward… Arthur ran forward.

Arthur dashed forward with all his being, putting every ounce of strength, skill and essence into rushing forward. Gripped by fear and the relentless determination or rather desperation to survive, this was all the prince could think about after setting eyes on the obsidian abomination's humanoid form.

'Faster! Faster! More Essence! One step after the other! Faster steps! Longer strides! Come on! Keep going, White!' he yelled within his mind.

Unfortunately for him, his Air Battle Arts had not yet amassed enough speed to outrun the creature chasing him. And given the fact that he was running uphill in a place whose soil had the basic qualities of cookie dough, picking up speed was hard.

At this point, Arthur was more than frightened out of his mind. He was mentally squealing for the Sun God's divine flames, blessings and divine intervention.