Makiya

Dear, reader! Before you start reading I would like to thank you for your time and investment in my book! You are great!Quick instructions about reading this book.All text written like this (in italic) is the current character's thoughts. They are not spoken out loud but are in the character's mind.__Some chapters contain illustrations drawn by me or someone else who has willingly contributed to the book. The name of the author would be found right underneath the picture.These images display content from the chapter it was inspired by.______In the wild deserts of Wartair it was often that the armies of Batua Lurrak would fight the sand storms.In this wasteland, you could rarely find any water and food, so if you haven’t come prepared you will def

 Nyadzel, Andrey, and the blue-eyed woman went out of the tunnels filled with prisoner cells. What awaited outside was nothing else but the glorious castle of King Goodlie. The grass was trimmed and green and you could spot the path carved with gray and yellow tiles. They were mixed in an odd way which is why in the distance they would appear in different colors, even though they weren't. It was all thanks to the specific light of the big blue star in the sky.After the strong sound of tolling bell, the woman said

 Three months of training had rewarded well. Andrey could now hold the two-handed sword without dropping it easily. This was actually only the beginning of his real training.It was early morning. Time for training. Nyadzel opened the door as if thunder went inside Andrey's room. Then he stared at him for a while.

After hard training and all the effort of making a shelter, Andrey had fallen asleep in wait of the next day, expecting to continue his adventurous harsh training in Mage-Mountain.Tired of walking, training, the stress of the whole situation and the melody of the unknown to Earth birds accompanied with the backing symphony of the waterfall, led Andrey to feeling so calm he had completely blacked out. But this "black screen" he had been seeing in his sleep was suddenly over by the sparkling image of a tattooed female arm, whic

 Lightness. Deep calm sleep. Birds singing. Clouds. Brightness. Deep blue sky. No ground. Floating. Is this heaven?Ruined by darkness. Ambition. Lust. Anger. Power. Strength, yes, more strength. Domination.Such were the dreams Andrey was having while a watchful bird stood next to