Anacybele

The sun peeked over the horizon one peaceful morning in the vast land of Mayia. Near the kingdom’s coastline at the southwest was a port town known for fishing and its knowledge of the nearby beaches. Within Chelsatown’s inn, a newlywed couple gradually awoke to the blazing sunbeams piercing their room’s window. The young nearly bleach blonde woman yawned as her hand graced her new husband’s bare, broad chest and her head rested upon his shoulder. The dusty brown-haired man smiled and turn to face his wife. “Good morning,” the woman greeted lovingly. “Morning to you too, Kel,” the man replied, his smile growing a little awkward. “And what’s that goofy smile for this time, Judo?” Kelli wondered with a chuckle. “Ah, just continuing to let…well, everything sink in,” Judo admitted. “Heh heh… It’s just amazing. We’re married now. I’ve grown more into being a general. And my dad is back! He's home! After all these years. It’s still so hard to believe he was alive!” “Heh, I see. That’s

The sun peeked over the horizon one peaceful morning in the vast land of Mayia. Near the kingdom’s coastline at the southwest was a port town known for fishing and its knowledge of the nearby beaches. Within Chelsatown’s inn, a newlywed couple gradually awoke to the blazing sunbeams piercing their room’s window. The young nearly bleach blonde woman yawned as her hand graced her new husband’s bare, broad chest and her head rested upon his shoulder. The dusty brown-haired man smiled and turn to face his wife. “Good morning,” the woman greeted lovingly. “Morning to you too, Kel,” the man replied, his smile growing a little awkward. “And what’s that goofy smile for this time, Judo?” Kelli wondered with a chuckle. “Ah, just continuing to let…well, everything sink in,” Judo admitted. “Heh heh… It’s just amazing. We’re married now. I’ve grown more into being a general. And my dad is back! He's home! After all these years. It’s still so hard to believe he was alive!” “Heh, I see. That’s

“Sigh…” an eight-year-old boy named Tristan uttered as he rather sluggishly walked through a hall in the grand Castle Crimea. He was on his way to meet his father after a day of school taught by the Crimean royal tutor, who was in charge of educating the children of the kingdom’s royal family, nobles, and high-ranking military officers. “Sniff… What if…what if it really is impossible?!” Tristan wondered to himself as worrisome thoughts plagued his mind. His striking blue eyes grew glassy and a tear began to trickle down his cheek. “But why does it have to be?” he continued to himself. “Why?!” Tristan then turned a corner to leave the school wing of the castle and enter one of the larger halls. There waiting for him was his father, garbed in elaborate gold-trimmed red armor and his signature ebony tunic. The color of his hair mimicked Tristan’s own reddish brown, but also slightly spiky mane. The boy quickly wiped his tears away. “Ah, hey there, champ!” Tristan’s father greeted.

The sun peeked over the horizon one peaceful morning in the vast land of Mayia. Near the kingdom’s coastline at the southwest was a port town known for fishing and its knowledge of the nearby beaches. Within Chelsatown’s inn, a newlywed couple gradually awoke to the blazing sunbeams piercing their room’s window. The young nearly bleach blonde woman yawned as her hand graced her new husband’s bare, broad chest and her head rested upon his shoulder. The dusty brown-haired man smiled and turn to face his wife. “Good morning,” the woman greeted lovingly. “Morning to you too, Kel,” the man replied, his smile growing a little awkward. “And what’s that goofy smile for this time, Judo?” Kelli wondered with a chuckle. “Ah, just continuing to let…well, everything sink in,” Judo admitted. “Heh heh… It’s just amazing. We’re married now. I’ve grown more into being a general. And my dad is back! He's home! After all these years. It’s still so hard to believe he was alive!” “Heh, I see. That’s