To say Tristan Batraz has had a rough life would be sugar-coating his situation. He and his mom have lived in five different towns (and heading for his sixth), been relentlessly bullied in every last one of them, and is being forced to live with his curmudgeonly grandfather who hates anything pertaining to magic, mythical beasts, or fantasy worlds; the very things Tristan adores. Mix that with his dominant Asperger's Syndrome, and it seems like it will all result in a miserable freshman year of high school. Until, on the first day at Tristan's new school, he meets Gwyn, an energetic and optimistic girl who gives Tristan a chance. Oh, and she also lives in a world called Minntreima, a realm where humanlike animals thrive and humans are a rarity. To Tristan, a born fantasy lover, being able to live out his own fantasy adventure is a dream come true. But something sinister is threatening this new realm with an approaching destruction, and if Gwyn and Tristan don’t discover what is happening or how to stop it, Minntreima won’t be the only world in danger; Earth will also face its premature doomsday.
I gazed upon the ethereal face looking back at me. The clear water that reflects it catches my attention and I realize how such purity completes the picturesque view I'm basking my eyes in. For more than a fracture of a second, I felt envy run through my veins. Oh, to have a seemingly-perfect life. I tapped on the reflected tattoo, water dancing in ripples under my touch. "Hiraeth," I muttered. almost inaudible, drowned by nature's very own whispers. Tattoos don't need to have meaning. Some just have them because it just feels right. In my case, I guess both conventions apply. Hiraeth. a Welsh word that holds different meanings. It can mean homesickness of a home you can never return to, or never was. It may also mean nostalgia, an earnest longing or desire, or a sense of regret. I had this inked on me for a reason. Maybe it was the first as I've always longed for a place where I can feel safe, where I can draw strength. My querencia. It could be the second. Memories have never left me since it flooded not only my mind but also my heart. What I had wasn't perfect. But it was definitely more than enough. But I've also yearned for something. Perhaps recognition? Attention? Appreciation? Love? The last one... possibly. For the sole reason that I regret meeting you. I regret being drawn by your eyes and your heart. I regret a lot of things in my life but the one I truthfully feel a wave of remorse for... was loving you. I saw the reflection of a bitter smile that formed on my lips. Perhaps it was all of those reasons. Lies. Betrayals. Pain. Excruciating pain. Death. It all leads back to you. For a moment, I stupidly and blindly assumed you were my haven. Turns out, you were gonna unleash the hell I didn't expect. One word holds thousands of memories. One word describes the infinite emptiness in me. One word.... Hiraeth
Ehra Bervalle is a fourteen year old girl wanting to graduate from the academy and be a full-pledge wielder. She was supposed to be one when she's twelve but not like the others, no anima have come to bind its power to her. This became the reason why everyone believes that she's cursed by the higher beings. A cursed child. That's why after two years of practicing and learning in the academy, she's seeing hope that in the coming Night of the Pilgramos will be the night where she will receive her anima, graduate the academy and work her ass-out to be a part of even one of the guilds working under the governance of the Five Rulers of Egrazil. But, its just full hope because binding with an anima depends on the person's strength, ability and most of all to fate. Will she really receive any anima in order to graduate from the academy? Or will she be always the outcast Ehra-the-cursed-child?