Jin Atla Novels & Stories

Jack lied on the floor, barely breathing. "Where is Ken?" I demanded. I heard more footsteps descending the stairs. A mass of light blond hair and vigilant emerald eyes. Agent Flint Knight stood there, armed, "Games over Dr. Shaw. Lower yourself on the ground, hands where I can see them. Do it now."

Silence and emptiness had mended the crips of the birds. Ejima rested her hands on her sling as she roamed the narrow path. As a novice in the shrine, she was not allowed to wear a sword, but that does not mean she was harmless. She was a sling master and could cause twice the damage as any good sword. War was not something anyone in their right senses would wish for. She has not seen one herself but she’d heard too many scary tales from her husband to desire one. The hunger, the killings, and the tragedy. It was too heavy a mental picture to draw, let alone wishing for one. The gods forbid we have wars in this harvest period. Ejima prayed as she rounded the narrow path and into the village

Alexandra smiled to Jun while showing the ingredients that she bought in the country-side Market, then she heard a small chuckle from above the tree, she didn’t looked at it for she already knows. “Jin, come down here, it’s dangerous up there.” [June 29, 1212; Great Fall Era – Present | Jin’s Room - Eben, Meccichuzan (05:49)] A loud knock made Jin woke up from his deep sleep. “Jin! Jin!” “Uh.. Coming, just a second.” Jin stood up, wore his worn-out grey jacket and opened the door. Martha, a 21-year old teenager, who holds an envelope and a lamp gave an early news to him.