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Swords & Roses

"Don't abuse the weak, protect those who asks you, don't make them plead" those were the last words that rang in Vojislav Dave heard' ears as he walks away from his father's grave. Followed him behind was his precious wife, Eleanor. Her soothing voice comforted him. After his mother, followed by the death of his father--Vojislav Dave heard, a knight's son in the beautiful village of Ruthenia, Ukraine, he and his wife's love story were widespread as one of the most tragic tales in history. On September of 1003 BCE, the supposed Byzantine raid on his village--massacred his people. The raid left a broken and a burning Ruthenia. The byzantine soldiers were ruthless--setting houses on fire, assaulting women, beating the elderly and stripping children away from thier land and shipping them off as Slaves. Vojislav and his wife were abducted in the raid and were shipped off to Byzantium--the capital of Anatolia. There, Slav was put in the emperor's army as a knight--where Eleanor's fate seemed uncertain at first. Since she was a woman and a slave--her fate was divided into 2 paths. - being sold to the tavern Or sold to the imperial palace for the prince's pleasure. Eleanor was a modest woman, though fate seemed to be the opposite for her--and soon she was admitted into the imperial palace. Where she learned to survive the deadly political intrigues of the concubines. The day she stepped foot in their--she sensed the brewing enmity between her and them--since the prince made her his most favored concubine. Would she bend to her fate? Would she be united with her husband? Now, that's worth a chapter!!
DeryaYildirim · 33.1k Views

I don't want to Swing Swords, Can I Please get a Gun?

What would you do if you woke up hanging from a single branch jutting out of a mountain cliff? Below you stretches a sea of clouds, endless and indifferent. You know, with absolute certainty, that if you fall, you won’t fly. You won’t survive. You won’t even die cleanly. You’ll become meat paste, scattered scraps swallowed by the abyss. Would you sing ? Is this real life, must it be fantasy? Opened my eyes—there’s no ground beneath me, Just clouds below plotting my obituary. I’m just a poor boy, Hung from a tree, Crows circling close, pecking my dignity, Dreams of glory… Currently on hold, apparently. Easy come, easy go, Cliff says “jump”, my brain says “no”, Little high, very low, Is this destiny or bad isekai flow? Mama! I wanna kill a man, Could be a god, could be alien, I’m hanging here - please tell me there’s a flying stallion. Mama! Life just barely began, But life screwed me raw in this new world again. As panic tightens its grip and an existential crisis claws at your thoughts, the branch beneath your hands begins to creak. crack. Mama… oo… oo… ooo… Dreamed of flirting with elves, starting a clan, So how did I wake up in an orc den, man? Oooo.. I wanna file a complaint with fate, This welcome package feels completely insane. Friends want me to carry on, fight on, Be a swordsman, brave and strong, All muscles, grit, and testosterone— Mama… ooo… ooo… ooo… I just want a gun. Nice, Clean and Safe long-range fun, No honor speeches when the job is done, They want blood and thick-and-thin, I want to shoot safely… From really, really far away,
Sunny_Neptune · 1.5k Views