Welcome to Historia,Land of magic, misteries and ruins of Z,L,W and H.
Meet our protagonist,Zeran. No surname. no. The History Of Historia is a mystery nobody has solved...We have few clues,some translated say... "A day before the storm was born, a cloud covered the blue sky, right into a black sun." "A child asleep,in the cold sky. We fled and fled, only 10 of us survived. It's down to us to continue,oh what do we do...?"
"Another boring day in Historia." said Chersy, walking down to her job. "Another day to pluck magigrees... Its the best job here, however its boring,gotta do it to go to my school after all." "This power isn't that good anyways.. Divine Calcum? Really? What is that, infinite leveled feather falling?" said Chersy again, muttering to herself.
You see, young Chersy has a dream to compete in the MCO, the Magic Championship Olympics.She deems her magic, Divine Calcum, weak and useless. What Chersy didn't know, that the Divine in Divine,is well...Divine.Divine is powerful. But each person needs to unlock something to get their divinity, unlocked.
"Shut up and stop complaining sis, atleast it sounds cool," a young lad said. "Shut up Orate, yours sounds better..."said Chersy." Divine Light sounds boorring.. Calcum sounds like the sea,its cooler. "said Orate.
"I'm getting Orated here,Orate."said Chersy.
" Go drown in a pot ;v"stung back Orate, clearly orated(please don't kill me)
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"So how much for us both to enroll?" asked Orate.
"After the last salary check, we can go, did you stock up?" Chersy asked.
"Plenty. We can survive for months of that farm." Orate replied.
"Good. We won't be in this hell for long." said Chersy.
Hopefully you liked my first chapter. Constructive Criticism is very appreciated!