They tell you to get yourself thick skin. The world is harsh, and the people in it are harsher. They will say things to you that will break bones and cause your heart to fail. It will try to make you callus to the horrors of this world. Your home is supposed to be your safe haven from such abuse. A place where you can be yourself, cry all you want and be as sensitive as you need to be. When that is taken from you. You can only do two things; find a new home or suffer.My house wasn't burnt, but it was damaged. A tree had started growing out of it, breaking through the thatched roof for sunlight. I walked up to where the door used to be and entered. It was dusty, and I could feel it on my skin. Even more than that, I could smell decay in the air.My mother, I loved her so, lay dead on the floor holding her heart. She was mostly decayed b

The cabin was warm, and it made me remember my father's. It was warm as well before time took hold of it."Jamie, you've been dead for five years," said Jonathan bring three cups of tea. He handed me one, and I took a sip. It was peppermint. He offered one to Kali, and she took it. Jon took a pair of scissors and started cutting my hair."Five years," I said, trying to wrap my mind around the concept."It probably felt more in the pool. Since time in there runs twenty times faster," said Kali."What pool," asked Jon. "And happened to you. You said something about two bodies. I wouldn't have believed you, but no one knows I live here.""Jamie isn't the first person to reincarnate to R

When you mimic someone, you tend to focus very hard to make sure you match your target. Dancers do this almost all the time. They make dance sequences, and everyone interested will copy. Now take that and apply it to everyday life. You drink the same, talk the same, eat the same, and have sex the same. A carbon copy, a clone, you could say.[Mirror Eyes] is very much like that. I could feel myself picking up every single movement that Matilda made. Every twitch to breath. Even the way she gripped her sword. My blade was now uncomfortable in my hand. I had thought before I acted. I didn't feel her emotions or thoughts per se, but I predicted what she would do by knowing how she moved.Mattie gripped her sword and shifted her weight to her back leg, and step forward at a crouch. I did the same, mirroring her. It was different. I could fee

The main road connects Chadel's cities. It wasn't paved like the streets in our world, but it was maintained by the cities that used them. This didn't stop bandit attacks, but it deterred them from using it as a source of their income.The Shi (knights) of the dynasty occupied the Capital and didn't bother to protect the main road. So it was left to one group aside of mercenaries. Adventures. That was our first step.Whitrock was the furthermost city on the main road if you don't include the border villages. It was bigger than a village and thanks to its importance being on the main road it was considered a city. The population was roughly ten thousand, with about seventy percent of it going to the adventurers.The difference between adventurers and mercenaries was that adventurers had

Dragons. Where do I start? They weren't here first. The very first beings on Rolistra were Demons, actually. Dragons immigrated to the planet from another planet. Running away from some disaster. The Demons let the Dragons stay in the North, and everything was relatively peaceful.Centuries later, humans, dwarves, and elves showed up. The humans attacked the demons, stole the land, and put up fences driving them to the west. The Elves took the east, and the dwarves went to North.The Dragons didn't help the Demons because they were already a small amount and they didn't want to lose any more fledglings. They needed to stay hidden, and they did. In the North, there are rumors of a Dragon Utopia. A city in the clouds where Dragons live in peace. Not every Dragon lives there. Many didn't like the cold and moved to other regions. Such as th