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Shadow Slave: Path of a BRAWLER

What happens when a chaotic street fighter gets infected by the spell? Kade is what happens, diving into the world of the awakened with the same passion and style he had learned from his time in the outskirts. *Essentially a shadow slave fanfic with an OC who uses his fists againts the nightmare creatures! Its fun to write him doing so :D* Also decided to write this since I was kinda sick of the other fanfics MC's being way too similar. *Disclaimers* (Ai, has not been used in the making of this novel, only the cover, as artists are expensive so the cover will most likely change to a commission later on) (upload date, when I can) (With this story, the ability to see descriptions of memory's will come inherently to every awakened, as its much more interesting and engaging to write it that way like sunny had. Rather then taking away a lot of the fun aspects of memory's that we were used to with his weaver heritage.)

Teal Fox of the Shattered World.

Azul grew up surrounded by the strength and unity of his clan, but that world was shattered when his own mother destroyed a delusional rampage. Forced to flee with his younger sister into the wilderness, Azul seeks a new beginning—only to be thrust into an even greater catastrophe. A sudden, otherworldly cataclysm transports him to a strange, unfamiliar realm, one unlike anything he has known before. Stranded in a wild and hostile landscape, Azul must navigate this new world and form uneasy alliances with others who, like him, have been torn from their own homes. Together to fight against all of what the shattered world has to offer.

Shadow slave: In The Eye of The Beholder

In the cluttered and putrid place of the outskirts, a man lay in one of the many alleyways. A tiredness overtook him as the nightmare spell began its work, pulling him away from this world and its troubles. Another death sentence on his frail form, already stricken by sickness long before. His desires, hopes, and aspirations left unfulfilled, destined to vanish like smoke before the eternal rest ahead. His cloudy grey eyes gazed up towards the lights beyond his reach—the more fortunate, living and existing without worry, enjoying the life that was thrust upon them. He cursed his existence, his place, a mere bump in the road of destiny, a single thread in the vast weave of fate. For a moment, the drowsiness lifted, replaced by determination that filled his broken body. He would make them know—not just of him, but of all the people forgotten in the rubble known as the outskirts. With one final proclamation, the spell took him. Who knew how far his desire would take him? _________________________________________________________________ "With every flap of a butterfly's wings it affects the wind surrounding it, tornados can be made in its wake from just coincidence. and with a swarm of these delicate creatures. even the earth can shake."-Thicc-potato_6372 (2024)

Broken blade, A Shattered Past