Second Sparta Laria was shaking in her bed. Visions of lost classmates flashed through her head. She hardly knew most of them, but that’ all you could expect when it came to the Simulation Room. She remembered the blood on the walls from that day, how the nameless student lay crumpled on the ground. She had tried to turn her head then, pretend it had never happened. Pretend that the Simulation Room hadn’t just claimed another life. That it had never claimed lives at all. But now, as her gaze drifted toward the long-empty bed at her side that had once belonged to her friend, Noxanne, she knew that her pretending could never reach such a fantasy as a “Long Life”.Second Sparta by Aenta2001
Laria sat up, listening intently. There it was again, whispers. She slid out of bed and peered out the crack beneath her door. Five men in red ran across the dorm lobby. Trainers. She only had a chance to glance what they were carrying before they turned the corner.
SpiritsWelcome to our land.Spirits by Aenta2001
Choose an animal as your guide.
The rest will be explained by others of your spirit.
Deer Snake Hawk Wolf Hare Mouse Cat Owl
Many more have yet to be founded.
Cinnte stared at the sign. It was really all she could do. It was all so confusing, choosing a guide? Others of your spirit? Clearly someone had more explaining to do. But the sign already knew that. It was always so annoying when signs knew things they didn’t answer. Wasn’t telling people what they needed to know the whole point of signs? In the end, she decided to ignore the sign. Something that confusing should really be taken down, Cinnte thought as she moved on past the sign, looking for a town or village, even a road to guide her. Beyond the field there was only woods, but she could see a small fire burning heartily between the trees. Laughter could be heard as she gr
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