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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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Order from an Ancient Book

Arthur stood there, dumbfounded.

He'd touched the book… twice now… The ancient tome titled the Age of Phoenixes sat on the table idly staring back at him through the ruby gems that served as eyes for the phoenix head.

Arthur touched it again, his mind failing to catch up to what was happening.

However, once again, the old battered chunk of leather didn't bat an eyelash. 'No, this can't be happening…'

Arthur lifted his hand of the cover of the book and placed it back on, a little more desperately. 

Nothing happened.

'No no no no, you've got to be kidding me. I came here for answers. I've waited for so long…' Arthur's thoughts began to rage. His breath got faster and more laboured as he tried once more to touch the book.

Maybe it sometimes delayed to assess what he knew and needed time or repeated trials to finally acknowledge him.