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Tales and Scriptures of the Shadowwing Seraph
This is a compiled notebook of a story i am writing. It will probably be these short chapters for a while, but i will continue to write if it suits me.
~chapter 1~

Coheart has been my good friend for a while. Our origin is well... unique, to say the least, but i digress. She and I are more or less; Guardians. Our job is to protect those around us, and not in the conventional sense. Every living being; benign or malicious, big or small is more than it appears to be. Humans is particular, are usually something different. I myself am a spellblade. I use my magics with my kenjuitsu in order to defeat my opponents. She; rather, is an Archmage. Her magic is devastating and at the same time, beautiful. I am getting ahead of my self again..
There are 3 Factions of us. The Icarus; they are the blind prophets, they channel magic through their hierarchy of gods. The Seraphs; I am one of them. We are generally benign beings. The Archdemons, pretty self explanatory. There is a catch though. i was expelled from the faction, and I became a fallen angel. I am now the Shadowwing Seraph. My friends, they are unique, like me, they were expelled from their factions, but they came from the druidic nomads that roam the planes. My mentor was right that fateful day three years ago. I am young. He gave me many things, Strength, wisdom, courage. But he never gave me the thing which matters most; Being able to detatch myself in order to unlock the hidden powers inside of me.
To be honest; i am glad, If i was detatched from the world, i would be a relentless fighting machine, which is always strictly taught against. My teacher was a cruel but honest man. He would never sugar-coat things like many others would.





 
 
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