Finn groaned under the exhaustion and waves of pain, but he pushed through. This was the least he could do for Jennifer. She had given herself entirely to defend them and now she paid the price. Spellrot had advanced all over her hands and even her lower arms. Finn still didn’t understand much about it, or how it worked. But Oswald had shown Sam and him how to treat it, undo it. It took energy, both mana and stamina, and…
Finn was anxiously waiting. All three of them had gotten down from the tree now, Oswald and Finn waiting together a bit back, Jennifer in the front. Finn could see the mist wisp around her hands, she was conjuring spells, throwing them left and right. He had levelled his cultivation more, and he could see the world a bit different now, through his mind. He could see Jennifer throwing spells to the ground this way. To the trees, to rocks….
Welcome to a new mini-series that I will be starting on my blog. This series will be all about Dwalen. Now, you might be thinking what the heck is Dwalen? Let me explain! Dwalen is the world that I have been building for over two years now. In that time I have built, added, removed, abridged, adapted and forgotten many parts and details about it. In this series, I will introduce Dwalen to you. Talk about the process of building…
“We have come for the other two, we have no business with you,” Jennifer said. She didn’t know the woman, and she didn’t care. She wanted to get their marks and finish this damned quest. When the woman denied and acted up, she was already growing frustrated and angry. It grew further when the woman stood up and had the audacity of conjuring a shield. But all that frustration and anger was nothing next to what Jennifer felt when she…
“Fuck” Mira groaned as she bent down on one knee, the exhaustion building up. “Are you okay?” Sam asked her. “No,” Her voice was deep, sounded tired. “I won’t be able to hold this shield up for much longer.” Finn could see the fear in her eyes, and it dawned on him this was the first time. “Fuck, what do we do?” Finn asked as he shot another thin, twisting pillar of fire. This time he aimed at the man,…
.“I hate this.” Oswald grumbled as he waited for Jennifer to finish. His workings had guided them through Belgium, into the Ardennes and were now nearing Luxembourg. The route his workings had sent them on was going through progressively harder and harsher terrain. More elevations, more rural, more woods. Jennifer seemed to be loving the scenery, Oswald hated it all. He much preferred a city to nature. Civilization was what he preferred. “Hush,” Jennifer patted the air with her hand…
Morning came without waking up Finn or Sam with triggered spells. And when Finn crawled out of their small camp, he saw that the woman was still inside of her tent. Somewhat satisfied he crawled back behind the tarp and started cooking breakfast. Sam and him had been discussing last night, but they stood opposed to each other. Finn did not want to join Mira, Sam did. It annoyed Finn, more so because he could not give any real reason…
They turned quickly to their left, both at the same time, and aimed their flashlights into the dark. A few meters away from them stood a woman, somewhere in her late twenties or early thirties. She had long, sleek, black hair and alabaster skin which gave a stark contrast in the dark, enhanced by the flashlights. She gave them a coy smile with bright red lips as she was leaning against a tree. Slowly she straightened herself and walked over…
“I am exhausted,” Finn laid down on his back, next to the campfire. His chest rose high and fell deep as he breathed. “Same,” Sam sighed in a moan, collapsing next to him. “We need a break.” Finn groaned in approval. Their bodies were entirely spent after the past few days. From dawn to dusk they trained, studied, worked, magicked and trained again. Their mana pools were continuously being drained by their practice and study, as was their stamina. They…
The world twisted and turned. Everything was dark. Everything hurt. It felt cold and warm at the same time. Finn was confused, and for a moment, all he could do was take it all in. Waiting, hoping that the world stopped turning. And it did, slowly, gradually. At some point, Finn realised that the world was dark because his eyes were closed. So he opened them. Light assaulted him, and a migraine flashed at his temples. Finn winced and quickly…