It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of beliefs, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct to to the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being recieved, for good or for evil, In the superlative degree of comparison only.

This is the beginning of a new series i am creating!!! Enjoy

In the world of Babylon, legends and myths don’t exist, legends and myths are true tales kept alive by cities and kingdoms all over the world. In this world the more tales you know, the more prestigious you are. There are also people known as ‘warlocks’ who have the ability to use magic, but there aren’t many. If you find a relic mentioned in a tale you are granted the true knowledge of the tale from the perspective of the relics owner and the powers of the relic itself. In this world of tales there was a boy, a boy who found a relic at the age of one. Growing up, he was manipulated, used, and never seen as anything more than a means to an end, but he didn’t let that slow him down. This boy was Lance Chusi, the son of a peasant woman and a keeper of tales.

Saika and Iro are living happy until one day when they receive a call and next day their life's changes . They bring a lady with white blindfold to their mansion  and since then they start experience some paranormal events in their house. Saika was doctor by his profession and Iro was a house wife . Iro and Saika meet each other in medical college and after completing the studies they married each other.
 The  Tales of two eyes is the hypothetical Japanese tale from late 19 th century which many secrets of mysterious activities slowly unfolds . There is adventure, mystery , horror and romance in this tale too.

What is hell ? To be blind and mute ?
God gifted me with everything but this cruel world grabbed my gifts . 
But I do question god for his cruel creations and reasons for my painful fate. 
' She murdered her own mother!' 
' She is demon.'
'She is possessed .' 
I don't own any voice to answer this .
I don't either owe eyes to see these evil world either.
Born with such fate was the red pill for me .
LIVING HELL! 
What I do ? -just survive. 
But they always said ," I am demon."
Saiko and Iro are married couple living a happy life . Until one day their life changes with  a  phone call. Earthen secrets are now unfolding .  Their life changes completely and shutters . Will past really overtake their present now. Deaths keeps happening . Will they able to survive from it? Will the curse of generation break ?

Tales of an ordinary ninja bearing the legacy from the two great clans Uzumaki and Senju in the world of shinobi.

"The scouts have found them."
Nizho approached Aerion at the outer reaches of the camp, where he was diligently practising his magic. He wore his usual clothing which stood out from the Dothraki who followed him. Hot temperatures had a very little effect on him so there wasn't a reason for him to walk around without a torso.
Once he heard Nizho's voice, Aerion turned to face him.
"Are they far?"
"Only half a day of riding away, my Khal."
"How many?"
"More than two for each rider, but every rider is worth more than two of them."
Aerion smiled.
"And I lead you. This will undoubtedly be a swift victory for the khalasar."
Terrifying tornadoes and raining fire followed by a horde of screaming riders... very few men will find the resolve to fight at their best. Especially those sellswords who only fight for gold... they would more swiftly drop their weapons and run than stand their ground. Unless the Free Cities have hired the Golden Company, that is.
Aerion chuckled as he started to walk towards his camp.
But they have already declared their support for me, refusing to fight for any rebel Free Cities no matter the amount of gold they offer.
~
"What I fear most is facing that Dragon Prince. The tales and songs speak of his endless magical power, from burning down gates to commanding thousands of dead men. I would not have even come here if the leader didn't force the contract onto us."
"Do you truly believe in those tales? He is flesh, just like the rest of us. One good stab to the chest and he's dead. We will overwhelm him with our numbers and that will be the end of his conquest."
"If it was so simple, he would have died long ago."
"You worry too much. Besides, the reports say that the little dragon has fallen ill... hahaha. The senior officers have even confirmed that he is one step away from the doors of death. How will he use his magic in that state?"
"He can still wake before we reach him." The sellsword sighed. "In that case, I don't want to die."
"Cowardly bastard. Go and run away if you wish, we don't need you."
"I would rather be a coward than a fool. Fools die meaningless deaths while cowards live another day."
"Hmph."
The army that Norvos and Qohor had gathered consisted of several different types of troops; from cavalry, infantry to even archers. A decent majority of the great army consisted of sellswords which they had bought with gold while the rest of the men were from their personal armies. In total, they numbered slightly more than twenty thousand... a grand number, indeed. The leaders of both of the Free Cities had been offering gifts to the passing khalasars to avoid battle and so, the army had marched towards Pentos without much worry. The leaders themselves, however, were hiding in their Free Cities to avoid combat.
That is what made Aerion the more desirable ruler amongst the freeborn of the Free Cities. Not only was he a single, powerful and charismatic ruler that everyone could follow easily, but he also led his own armies with great bravery instead of relying on mercenaries to do the work for him.
"Do you hear that?"
A sellsword stopped as a certain thumping sound was growing louder with every moment. He looked at the massive hill in front of him as a slight feeling of fear crawled up his spine. Then some distant screams started to reach his ears, causing the slight feeling of fear to grow.
"... Could it be the Dothraki?"
"But they paid them all off, didn't they?"
"Aye, the magisters did- the... the sky!"
"The sky?"
The surrounding sellswords looked up as two colossal spheres of scarlet flames pierced the blue sky which started to turn red. Upon reaching a certain altitude, the spheres separated into a hundred smaller blasts of fire and started to rain down onto the army below.
"Hell... we have entered the depths of hell..."
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.
Under the constant bombardment of fire, half a thousand men burned to death... but that was not the end.
Three tornadoes formed at the very front of the army and started to tear them all apart, clearing a wonderful path for the khalasar that was riding up the hill. The tornadoes faded after killing around seven hundred men in total, though they had done far more damage than that. Mentally, the army was now in complete disarray.
Then the screams emerged in full effect.
"AYAYAYAYYYYYYYYYY!"
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
The hearts of the sellswords almost beat in synch with the shaking ground.
At last, they witnessed the first figure atop the hill. The shimmering figure clad in plate armour mounted on his red stallion started to descend, followed by the terrifying horde of screaming riders.
But it wasn't just north of them... the riders split to east, west and a couple thousand rode around for the flank.
That moment was when the army truly broke apart.
The battle had truly ended before it even started.
~
By the end, only the Dothraki riders remained. Some ran, others fell to the arakhs and rather accurate bows of the Dothraki. It was the most unique style of calvary he had ever witnessed... even the knights of the Seven Kingdoms would certainly find it difficult to face an equally numbered khalasar.
Firing the bow while mounted... perhaps I should learn this skill myself.
Aerion was covered in the blood of his enemies as he observed the massive field of corpses. Some were Dothraki riders but the majority consisted of the army that Norvos and Qohor had gathered. Nizho soon joined him atop his mount with a rather joyful expression on his face.
"Your first victory as the Khal was one to remember... hahahaha. The men who fought for gold ran like crickets!"
Aerion chuckled. 
Chiftik... cricket, what an interesting insult.
"There will be plenty more to come in the future, Nizho. We will be staying here while I make the dead rise again."
"As you command, Khal."
Aerion rubbed his hands with some excitement as he had nearly twenty thousand corpses right before him.
The leaders of Norvos and Qohor are in for a wonderful surprise...

"I shall strike east... and conquer." 
A Targaryen prince blessed with the gift of boundless potential over all types of magic. 
Men will bend to his will, whether through life or death. An endless horde of warriors who do not require rest or food will follow him to the ends of the world. He who summons fire, commands the wind and controls the flow of the sea will continue to march and conquer what is rightfully His.
This is the story of the first Dragon Emperor of the World.
(Image is not my own, all credits go to ArtofReza. https://www.deviantart.com/artofreza/art/Necromancer-576844466)
(MC is an OC if you're wondering.)

August 16, 2010, Monday, two days after his audition at the ROH Factory, is the start of Tayaw's third week in his online tutoring job. Only two weeks away from the end of his contract with the company, just in time for the start of the school term. This week, Tayaw is planning to really save as much as he can for future expenses. In his past two weeks, Tayaw had to tighten his belt to buy his laptop, guitar, digital camera, and his new IPhone4. It was a blessing that his parents already paid the deposit for his dorm, enough rent for two months. Starting this week, as arranged by him and his employer, his schedule at work will begin at 1:00 pm. Reason being is that he will start looking for a literary agent for his book in the mornings. He himself will not be enough to walk around Ouigab and other cities to look for a publishing firm for his books, if he wants to publish his books as soon as possible.
Getting up from his bed at 5:30 am, he opened his laptop and started posting notices to various job websites. After posting, he also looked up if there's an office of Writer's Guild of Teungeb in Ouigab City.  To his relief, there is. Ouigab is not only a university city, but also a hub of arts and music that is the go to place of artists and musicians from all over Teungeb, so finding a local office of the Writer's Guild of Teungeb is not surprising. Closing his laptop, he also double checked his manuscripts before shoving them in his backpack.
He already printed out the manuscripts of both pg-13 and general audiences versions of his Grimm's Fairy Tales. From his research on the internet, debut authors like him will usually get around 18000 bgc ($9000) as credit from the publishing firm, along with a 7% royalty from each book sold. Regarding the 7% royalty though, a debut author will not get a share of royalty until after the publisher earns back the credit they gave the author. In Tayaw's case, if he was able to successfully sign a deal from a publishing firm, they will give him a credit of 18000 bgc, and offer him a 7% share. He will not earn from his royalty until his fairy tales will reach a sale of 18000 bgc. The sales of the books after that will give Tayaw his 7% share.
After showering, he headed to his go to mom-and-pop restaurant for breakfast. While eating, he was checking his phone to double check the notices he put out. He also slowly mulled over the difficulty of publishing a book. Even though he has excellent works in his head, it's no use if he cannot publish them.
At 8 am, Tayaw arrived at the Writers' Guild office. It took him almost 2 hours because he also had to buy himself a card for the subway which he will use to get to the Writers' Guild Office. It was too far from his dorm that taking a cab will be foolish.  The reason he came here is to ask for a list of literary agents franchised and accredited by the Writers' Guild. After stepping through the entrance, he saw that all the tables in the office are empty except for the one closest from the entrance, occupied by a lady busy typing on her computer. 'Nelly C. Ley, Secretary' Tayaw read what was written on the glass name plate on the office lady's table. With no one else present, Tayaw headed for her.
"Good morning Ms. Ley."  Tayaw greeted the office secretary. The lady looked up from her computer screen to Tayaw, gave him a look from head to toe, curious what a kid is doing at the office. "Do I know you, young man?"
"No ma'am. But I learned of you from your name plate here." Tayaw replied. Understanding this, Ms. Ley asked "What can I do for you? Are you sure you're in the right place?"
"I'm currently looking to hire an agent for myself. I know this is the Writers' Guild, but I don't know where to look for an agent, so I came here hoping to get help to where to start looking." Tayaw replied.
The office lady raised her eyebrows at this. 'Either this young lad has written something good, or he's just too full of himself.' She thought to herself while considering entertaining Tayaw any further. Prompted by the sore feeling in her eyes, she turned off the screen of her computer to let her eyes take a break. "So, which type of writer are you?" Ms. Lei asked.
"I would consider myself an Author, ma'am. So I'm looking for an agent to help me look for a publishing firm." Tayaw replied.
"I can actually give you a list of our contracted agents right now." Ms. Lei said to Tayaw's surprise. Tayaw was about to think this was easy when he heard Ms. Lei's next words. "In exchange, let me take a look at your work. After all, I couldn't just give away names and contacts of agents if your work doesn't cut it." Tayaw found this request reasonable so he took out the envelope containing the children's' version, and handed it to the lady.
Ms. Lei opened the envelope and was disappointed at the title page "Grimm's Fairy Tales for Children – Vol. 1". Fairy tales in this world, although dime a dozen, are hard to write, and even harder to compete with the old fairy tales that already embedded themselves in the culture. She knew it was unfair of her to judge the manuscript without reading its contents, but she also knew enough that fairy tales are nigh untouched in the literary industry. With low expectations, she turned to the next page.
'THE FROG PRINCE - Long ago, when wishes often came true, there lived a King whose daughters were all handsome, but the youngest was so beautiful that the sun himself, who has seen everything, was bemused every time he shone over her because of her beauty. Near the royal castle there was a great dark wood, and in the wood under an old linden tree was a well; and when the day was hot, the King's daughter used to go forth into the wood and sit by the brink of the cool well, and if the time seemed long, she would take out a golden ball, and throw it up and catch it again, and this was her favorite pastime.'
Reading up to this point, Ms. Lei's low expectations were almost nullified by the descriptive quality of the story. In all the fairy tales she read, the fairy tales were never this descriptive using words. Most of the fairy tales she read are accompanied by pictures to set the scene of the story. Her interest piqued, she read on. As she read the story, she was again surprised with the emotion from the words, a quality she rarely found in fairy tales. Most fairy tales she read lacked the descriptive trait for emotions and the authors of those fairy tales relied on the adults who will read it to their children to put emotions into the story.
After reading the Frog Prince, she moved on to the next story, 'Cat and Mouse in Partnership'. 'Cat and Mouse in Partnership' was a story she liked better than the Frog Prince. Although it was bleaker, she found parallels of the Cat's cunning to the Mouse's naivety, with the reality of human society.
Tayaw on the other hand, just stood there, watching in amusement at Ms. Lei turning pages in silence.

A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment 

Title : Jack of Arts

Synopsis:
Tayaw is a talented musician who never got to fulfill his potential. After losing his purpose in an unfulfilled life full of regrets; he is given the chance to go back in time and do everything over again.Along with a mysterious gift and an unclear mission, Tayaw starts a new life, this time making his mark to the world.
"Tayaw is a once in a hundred years musical artist! I just wish he was born in my generation"
- Buddy Rich, two-time Gramophone Award winner
"I admit he's a good musician, but he's an author first and foremost. He is changing the world of literature for the better."
- Helena Paddington, Outcault Prize for Fiction winner, Sohlman Prize for Literature winner.
"Despite being a musician and an author, he is to me, the greatest blessing to the film industry. This is his era."
- Heo Dong-jun, two-time Academy Award winner for Best Director and three-time nominee.

"I don't like him. Why does he use actors who didn't train and grind on the stage? He says he doesn't like my acting? What the hell does the kid know about acting? I've won awards for f*cks sake!"
- Merrell Street, five-time Academy Award winner for Best Actor, three-time Toby Award winner for Best Actor.




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A ground work for a novel idea in the future.
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English is not my first language so excuse my limited vocabulary and bad grammar. thanks

The world is covered in water, almost ninety percent of the surface is water, because every ten years an earthquake happens and another portion of land sinks, the current nation of Albion is safe from harm for now, the earthquake happened just five years ago, but they came too close in the last earthquake, they almost met demise at the sea. The Albion continent is about the size of Canada and North America, and there are four major cities that rule this continent. Our story begins in the city of Silverfall. It's owned and governed by Ren Arlend, friend and fellow student of Celeste Sol. The landmass is shaped vaguely in the form of a dragon, and there is a point where the head would be that leads up to a high mountain peak, this is the highest peak on the planet, and is home to a legendary beast, the phoenix. The mountain takes up the western side of the continent and swamps and marshes tend to dot the path to the mountain. The the south are plains of golden grass as far as the eye can see, and in these plains resides a creature that no man or woman have ever seen. It's a legendary beast, and supposedly it looks like a tiger crossed with a lion, but the only ones to see the being and live had their minds shattered by the sight. Children are it's prey, and they alone are drawn to the plains, no one has ever been able to explain this phenomenon, but even Celeste can't catch the beast unless she burns the plains to the ground. Yo the north the mountain continues but it remains low, more rolling hills than anything else. However these hills are covered in ice, and beasts that live in the ice. There are three legendary beasts that call this place home, two because of the natural heat they exude and one because of it love of the cold. The dragon and dragon turtle hold a special relationship, neither likes the other but they can't hurt each other so they ignore whatever the other does, however they aren't the strongest beings there. A giant bear, nicknamed the shaman of the skies by his people, protects the icy lands from the desert of the east and the Phoenix from the west, he alone has held onto the only piece of civilization that exists there for centuries. And his protection is returned with gifts and love. He is the god of the northern people, one who protects them in all things. To the east lies the desert, one that is expansive and sprawling, one that hides caves and ruins, and death. There are tales from the desert that in its deepest pits a being exists that could destroy cities and countries, however, since no one has ever seen the beast and no one even knows what it looks like this story is taken as Oman old wives tale, something g to scare children. Sadly the name of this ancient beast has been long forgotten, and times passage has worn away all entrance to the domain it supposedly controlled. The four cities are each set close to the middle of the continent, a single days walk would let you see another city by dusk. With these four cities governing their respective territories villages and towns cover the speaking landscape, some, like old-moon village, existed before the cities themselves, some like ever-wreathe village are new and struggle to make a place for themselves. For the most part the center of the continent is covered by forest, which makes the going tough for unwary traveller.m, however the city lords of the four cities understand that if beasts were to every overrun the areas between their cities death would be doin to follow, while the legendary beasts don't normally move against humans, lesser beasts and even dark organizations roil under the surface, and it's these you must watch out for.

THOSE OTHER MORE MYSTERIOUS FOLKS.

In the section above, I have introduced to you the most common folk of this continent. But aside from those folks, there also stories and sometime artefacts which was left behind by, said… more mysterious peoples, drown in myths and legends. So let talk about them.

The lizardman

All the information I had acquired about this race of peoples, only come from folk tales. Those tales spoke of a strange folks called Lizardman, tall creatures they are, approximate 2 metres high, with a flat nose-less face, big mouth and eyes and a snake like neck. Their face and limbs all covered in reptile-like scales, difference from other folks they only have 4 fingers and toes instead of five. The tales also says that they are extremely strong and fierce, and use to be an elite force in service for Varlann empire in the Hundred Years War.

At first, I thought this is just myth of the Valaurea's folks. Until one day, I have a chance to visit a wealthy nobleman and be shown his collection of artefacts. In that big display hall, many of his collection of ancient vases and paintings, contain depiction of long neck tall figure. But I still remain sceptical and think those were just a stylized depiction of human for some ancient artistic preference. Until he shows me a skeleton, although the skeleton is only partially completed of an upper body but it has me intrigue. Now, I'm not a medical student or anything like that, but I still thing I have some knowledge about the human skeleton through books I'd read. And that skeleton's skull, is lack some feature, that is the frontal bone is smooth and the nasal bone is missing. Especially is the neck, human neck only has 7 bones, but the skeleton he shown me have 15. Not only that, the forearm's bone is exceptionally long, almost as long as my arm. An interesting specimen indeed, maybe lizardman is real?

The Dragon folk

Like Lizardman, this is a very mythicized race, and I only known through stories. And the stories don't tell much information about this people, they don't leave behind any monument, ruin, or tomb, temple, neither any writing. Only painting, artistic depiction and literature of other folks about them and the retold of their folktales. But one thing for sure that is the Dragon folk is indigenous people of Varlaurea. The tales says, their appearance is resemblance of the Downers and Uppers except for horns on their head. They also say they're exceptional in magic, some say they're even powerful than the mages of other folks. Their magic ability also allowed them to communicating without open their mouth, so that's why they don't have the need for writing. Especially they excel as true transformation magic, and able to transform into all kind of shapes and size, but they're fond of a shape that resemblance what our world's image of a dragon. Anh the tales also state, that they had a conflict which escalated into a full scale war called "the Hundred Years War" with the Elvas.

The name "Dragon folks" in fact was created by me based on their appearance when transformed.

The Elvas.

All my information about the so call Elvas is just like of the Dragon folks, which it not much, these two are the most mysterious races of this continent, and mysterious of them all is the Elvas. No one knows the Elvas origin, neither their history. Are they also immigrant like the Uppers, Downers and Orc? If so where are they come from? When did they came? No one knows. All of the oldest stories I had found say nothing about their origin, just some simple statement that they have been on Varlaurea for a long, long time.

From the description of legends, they're tall, elegance and beautiful. Always appeared with a long, colourful hair, they lived harmony with nature and in many beautiful cities amid the forest in the northern part of the continent.

I had once visit a site that believe to be the ruin of an Elvas city, at a big forest of Varlaurea, the forest called "the Internal Forest" because the locals said in ancient time, when the Elvas still dwell in the wood, due to their magic, the forest's foliage is always green despite the seasons. Stand among those vine covered ruins I wonder. Who are these peoples? And if they're real, what are they look like? What does their language sound like? And the most importance thing is what kind of story they would tell me? Gaze upon those ruin, all I can says is "it's a shame"

From "A journey to Varlaurea continent" by Chickknight Greenleaf.

Chapter 2 "The folks of Varlaurea".

from the journal of Chickknight Greenleaf

Sunlight seeped through a gap in the mountain range where winter was about to befall. deep down through the mountains in the valley where a fall breeze came through, leaving everyone restless.
Even though winter has not come, the city kept looking for food and animals to hunt but, no one dares go past the mountain range which is filled with beasts and monsters.
The people inside the city have not heard anything from the outside world for hundreds of years. Village Elders have tales from the ancestors who were forced to take refuge deep within the mountain.
One of the tales said "When war broke out within Xuan Yi Continent between human and beast, the war became so life-threatening, the City Lord gave an order to the people of the city to take the young men, woman, and children to flee the city and travel to the Spirit Mountain Range.
Its been recorded that at the most glorious time for mankind, having tens of thousands True Element Boundry Cultivators and Beast Spiritualist, established many empires and cities through the continent, but those empires and cities have all fallen.
When the refugees made it to the valley within the mountain range, the men started to chop down trees and make houses which turned into a village, then a city. Within the city, social rankings started to come to existence with nobles and commoners.
Attacks started to happen between the city and beast but the humans never backed down and kept rebuilding the city for generations.


Heavenly Spirit Sect, Outside Cloud Pavillion.
One Sect Disciple is sweeping in front of Cloud Pavillion

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