Searching for Andromeda
- Hiatus! Coming back this 2024 - Ephraim, or as called by his colleagues, Raim, is an archeologist. Upon his commencement, he was stationed with a task force consisting of a researcher, a biologist, a doctor, and a former sergeant-in-arms; their team entrusted with a duty to examine the desolated LAB of an abandoned former space station: ANDROMEDA. As a man of science, he knew what his weakness was: curiosity. Upon entering the premises of ANDROMEDA, Raim discovers that succumbing to his desires would prove fatal one day. And that day has come. By the end of the darkness of the seemingly isolated laboratory was not obscurity filled with dust and desolation—but a tunnel leading to another realm of knowledge. A pathway to another dimension. No… the -pathway- to another world. The entrance to a completely different time where magic, knights, kingdom, monsters, and battles reigned supreme; Now Ephraim and his task force must utilize their existing knowledge and cultivate their given power to survive onslaughts and drive the kingdoms of another world to prosperity. [note: if you push through chapter 13 where the action generally starts, it will be worth it.] The artwork from this temporary cover is from is Windreader Zell from Bagoum. I do not own this artwork. https://sv.bagoum.com/cards/104421030 • • SUPPORT THE AUTHOR • • Buy me a coffee to keep me awake from long nights of writing: https://ko-fi.com/chainslock «CONTEST: Webnovel Spirity Spring Awards 2020»
The Past Attributed to Yael's Goals [2]
WARNING: CHAPTER MAY CONTAIN GRAPHIC CONTENT THAT A READER MAY FIND DISTURBING. READ IN YOUR OWN DISCRETION. (If you're not comfortable, you can always skip this chapter.)
Patriargë is long fallen.
Yael, at the rough age of five, was left into a makeshift dwelling—a simple house made of worn-out tent and wood as its foundation—abandoned by its inhabitants. In Yael's dwelling, there wasn't anything but a dirty mat for a bed, a basket filled with nothing—not even a single morsel, and tattered clothes.
Yael's life was tough; being a child alone in a worn-out tent. But the slums were jam-packed with people living with bivouacs stitched up together. He was able to survive at the pity of the people around him; he was given scraps of food, some money, and hand-me-downs. That pity lasted for only eleven years.
At 17, Yael's life was complete hell.