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Flight of the Draykes

Welcome to the Flight of the Draykes. This novel is a System-based sword and magic Western Fantasy with elements of gamelit (Dungeons) and eastern cultivation (The system). Genre: Fantasy, Historical, Action, Adventure, and a sprinkle of Romance with Comedy. Pacing: Slow at first till chapter 30 before becoming a rollercoaster. Known Issues: Ages of the Protagonist and allies at the start. NOTE: THE AGES IN THIS NOVEL ARE NOT REPRESENTATIVE OF THEIR ACTUAL MATURITY. THEY ARE PROTEANS, NOT HUMANS. Also, if you're looking for smut, this novel isn't for you. Not in the slightest. On a fewer caps note: The age maturity thing is integral to the plot and it will be explained rationally as the books go along. You are free to guess why that is. Synopsis: Book 1 presents to you the world of Protos. Protos is the land of the blessed. Its inhabitants are of many races, but most of them have diminished in the long wars against the beasts that also inhabit Protos. This has led to humanity becoming the dominant species and eventually, all other races, including the beasts, have been banished to pockets of land where they survive on meager existences. However, Protos was destined not to be peaceful as the inhabitants could only fight off the beasts with the help of warforce. A bloodline system that allows them to activate their war potential and battle fiercely. Now, with the beasts defeated and the other races diminished, humanity - having no common foe to fight turned upon itself, for war was in their blood and they again shed their blood in rivers. As the years passed, kingdoms and empires rose and fell and eventually stabilized into an uneasy peace until - 300 years ago, the world went through yet another change. A change where the wielders of warforce now possessed additional powers that had been lost for millennia. These powers changed the face of war again and conflict, which was dying down, reignited madly. In this world was born Faustus Drayke, Scion of House Drayke - which, in turn, was the frontier protector of The Kingdom of Leon. Fate decreed him to be unimportant. His Destiny and the desperate prophecy of a powerless girl decreed that he will be an immortal. Set in the backdrop of betrayal, honor, and loyalty - Follow the tale of Faustus Drayke as he forges his destiny and becomes an immortal. For himself, he has to fulfill the prophecy. For the world, he better fulfill the prophecy. `````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` The inspiration for this book came from Smoke is a Path's TotRL - which has unfortunately been discontinued. I have no interest in finishing others' stories, but I love creating my own. So I took inspiration from TotRL and I created this vast original overreaching world of over 20 books, with each book being around 200 chapters. Expect the full story to be close to 4000 chapters. Release Schedule: 3 chapters a day. 11:30 am - Eastern Standard Time - 1st Chapter 01:00 pm - Eastern Standard Time - 2nd Chapter 02:30 pm - Eastern Standard Time - 3rd Chapter All timings are subject to + or - 30 minutes. If you like this series, please do support me by leaving reviews that help me improve my writing, comments that inspire me to keep writing harder, and ratings that allow this series to be seen by more people. Thank you very much and cheers all! Horizon out. Current Arc: Arc 3 of Book 1 DISCORD LINK: https://discord.gg/FQHKb63tyW

Kshitij_Dewan · Fantasia
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185 Chs

Friends?

Waves. Waves woke me up. Both the literal waves and the waves of pain that crashed against me, only that I was no cliff. Instead, I was... What was I again? No, wait, who was I again?

I suppose it doesn't matter. But wherever I am, it's soft. Okay, not as soft as my mattress. Kind of hard, actually, but it's comfortable. Very comfortable.

I sort of like it here.

But the waves. Bal, they're annoying. The pain too. Maybe I am a cliff. Maybe that's what cliffs feel when the waves hit them.

But I'm pretty sure I'm not a cliff. I also am certain I had a name.

"Faustus?"

Oh, thank you, brain.

"Faustus? You're awake?"

Ok. Brain is talking to me. That shouldn't be happening.

"Faust?"

Wait for a second... Oh, Bal... Sia!!!

I got up so fast that I'm pretty sure I did a better job of breaking Sia's nose than I did for Harold's nose.

I also went down so fast after that that I was glad that whatever I was on was not only soft but springy.

As soon as my eyes stopped watering, I opened them to find Sia's deep green eyes staring back at me.

Now, I'm pretty sure if my eyes stopped watering already, her eyes would have also stopped watering by now, but then she was pretty out of it during the fight before….

I don't like it though, even though I'm the one who just tried to dent her face.

So, I reached out a hand and gently wiped her eyes clear.

Only for them to fill up with more.

Confused, I wiped her eyes again, but as fast as I wiped them; they filled up again.

This was almost like a ship that had set sail... with copious amounts of water on board and taking on more by the minute.

Then she hugged me. The pain nearly killed me right then and there, but I was a brave boy. Also, a momentarily breathless boy because she had bal near squeezed all the air out of me.

But there was also this faint feeling that this was not the first time she had hugged me this tight. Also, I remember there being tears the last time, too.

But before I could recall the memory in full, she let go and air rushed into my lungs, and oh yes, what was I forgetting to do till then- ah yes, breathe….

Though I lost my breath again when I saw her.

I wonder why.

This could be trouble.

Not being able to breathe every time I look at her.

"Faust, you okay?"

"Hrmm."

"You okay?"

"Mhmm."

"Can you speak?"

No, I in fact cannot speak, so yes, the trouble grows. Maybe I'll have to learn sign language, I idly wondered.

Then my eyes saw the cut... the cut that Harold made and suddenly I felt strength in me, the anger driving the pain away, my blood boiling.

But my hand was as gentle as it could be as I traced the cut.

"Never again," I whispered.

"What?"

"Does it hurt?"

She shook her head and smiled.

And I relaxed.

And then stiffened up as I realized that if her face was right above mine, then the soft yet hard, springy mattress that my head was resting on was?

"Faust, you alright? You're turning red...like really red."

"Help me up, would you?"

Carefully, she slid her hand underneath my head and shoulders before lifting me off her legs slowly.

As I gained my legs, the world tilted for a few moments, but Sia seemed to have predicted that and was holding me firmly.

Taking a deep breath, I looked around and stood still as the sky was lit by orange hues and the sun dipped underneath the horizon.

It was beautiful.

I turned around to tell Sia this, but I couldn't speak yet again. Trouble. Surely this is trouble.

Feeling my eyes on her, she turned and smiled.. a smile that was both happy... and sad.

"Let's go home?" I asked.

"Let's," she replied with a smile.

On an impulse, I took her hand and walked away with purpose, away from the cliff. Away from the watcher's rest.

I didn't look back.

She didn't either.

Feel good chapter alert!

Sorry for it being short, it just made more sense to end it there.

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