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»
Name
Pale skin, silver hair, and bright, purple eyes. Her characteristics were quite unusual, so at birth her mother was said to have killed herself. Her father was unknown, but they said he could have been her lover, or just some one-night stand. Her mother claimed she never slept with anyone, but of course, none had believed her when her belly swelled up. It was a good thing that the old tradition of stoning pregnant women with no husband to death was no more.
So she was born.
Silver hair, and bright, purple eyes. The matron and midwife said that the child looked like the stars at night.
Then the mother thought of a name that suited the child… before she killed herself, never to return.
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Ephraim stared at the woman, who now scooped from the ladle sitting against the cauldron. She then poured what seemed like a soup into a wooden bowl, and then sauntered towards Ephraim, handing him the soup.
"Here." The woman exclaimed.