Chapter 1

School days for the town of Loor were very boring. This may have been because of two reasons: Number one, the school days for the town of Loor were very boring, or, number two, I cast a spell on you. Stop reading. Seriously.

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(Is this another cliché "..." waiting for you to go away beginning?)

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O-Okay. I-I-I can't

"MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" (Mw-ah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah: An evil cackle, pitch pronounced like a mana curve-higher-highest-higher-high-medium high- You get it now, right?)


OK. Hello. I am the embodiment of Asera, the plane we are on. No. Not really. I am god of the story, dum-dum. See that perfection...? Oh? You want to go back to the very much cliché story? Who am I to refuse?

(The god of stories, so get the heck outta here.)

Those reasons were not actually the reasons, I'm sure you know. These are. Number one, the people were so strange, so polite, and they hated random plot twists. Number two, they hated randomness, other than in science class. Or art. Or artifice. Or sorcery. Or life.

(Random plot twists...? Not your cup of tea? See above. Get the heck outta here.)

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(Not really. This god here doesn't really have any followers. Come to the shrine tomorrow?)

Anyway, this town was boring, not because they hated the unknown or the random. They loved exploring. It was boring because it was random. And it was random because it was... Boring? We're sorry, but that's not the answer we were looking for! Loor was not boring. It was actually quite exciting. You know, because it was rather random. It's because it was such a great place that the classes were boring.

That's not to say the students didn't learn anything. Akaly did just fine, and his favorite subjects were those that had something to do with the marvelous creations connected to artifice. Needless to say, he liked the artifice class, and the classes where they got to learn about how to build one without the use of magic by using many tools were quite interesting.

(No, I don't think he used magical tools, though I am probably wrong. I'm the soul of the story, not the Soul of Ravnica, for the gods' sake. Idon't sit around learning some useless crud. No, I sit around and make other entities learn incorrect useless crud.)

His favorite thing to do was to study the inner workings of artifacts, so that he could one day shape and create them with ease, and so he took one out now. It was the end of the school day, and Akaly really wanted to see if his new invention worked. The humans on Aresa were relatively technologically advanced, so this artifact was a self-minimizing replicator. That meant, it could replace any piece of furniture, technology, or even another artifact.

Wait till I show this to Thoed!, thought Akaly, excited to see that it worked.

Thoed was the artifice teacher, and he thought highly of Akaly's previous invention, the Myr Propagator.

The myr was imbued with a magical property that allowed the artifact, already a fierce guardian of the town, reproduce itself simply by harvesting materials and storing them into its locking chamber. The inside, no matter what the creature was doing, would then assemble the new duplicate in a minimized form. It was then brought to a mana source, then the duplicate would gather mana for itself. Then, the new construct would get itself up and go defend the town. If one day there would be raiders coming for the town, however unlikely that would be, then the alpha construct (Being the original Sanctuary Protector), could order them to swarm one place, or attack another, or command them to lie down to trick the enemy.


A/N: Ugh. I can't write anymore. Soo sleepy...

So, what did you think? Other than "This story is the worst!" although it is.