EFFORIA WORLD AT WAR
He hasn't had the best life, in fact, some would argue that his life couldn't have been worse, but there's still hope, even for a nihilist. As when an expedition to colonize the moon quickly turns into a disaster, he is swallowed whole by an anomaly and spat out somewhere completely different. Here one can conjure flames with words and summon thunderclouds with a shout, but it's not all fantasia and ecstasy. The world seemed peaceful enough, but as he learns more and more. He realizes everything he sees is a facade, and what's truly underneath is a civilization built on blood and war. In fact, the whole world is in a state of war. Then to top it all off, solidifying that he has truly jumped out of the frying pan and into the furnace, Ragnarök is fast approaching, and there's no certainty that he'll survive, that anyone will survive.
Life Without My Fear
As she primed my legs for the jump, I admired her bravery. She wasn't afraid of falling, or anything it seemed, at least that's what her smile said, I couldn't see it, but I could feel it. I wanted to see it. The first one was the hardest, and I wasn't the only one who payed for my actions. My mind didn't inhibit my body anymore, I wasn't in control. Though this was the case, my mind wasn't the part of me with a permanent scar, it was my body. My mind held the fear and the memories, but my body was always the thing that held me back. It was always the one to refuse progress, to stop me from over coming my fears, to stop me from stepping on a ledge.
"Hold on princess!" She shouted, sprinting for the ledge.