@Cheesy Wow, that looks awesome! I love the plotline and how you've incorporated diversity into the story! It looks super cool!

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Omg thank you so much!
I’m really proud of the progress I’ve done, I’m also drawing and coloring the characters
I have half of 100 so far

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This is what I have so far, and I’m not done with it yet
For book 1, it starts when Morshaw has a bad dream about how he got a huge scar that’s on most of his face

Here:

Morshaw!” yelled Stefen. He looked up from his book, closed it and got up from his bed. “Yes, Stefen?” He yelled, putting on some socks and opening the door. His brother called his name again, clearly impatient. Morshaw rushed down the stairs, nearly breathless as he reached the end. His brother was pacing around the room and looked up at him.
“Finally! I’ve been calling you!” Stefen said, twirling his fingers around in the air. Brown sparks fell out of the points of his fingertips, and Morshaw winced at the sight of it.
“Unnatural magic… a horrifying thing to the world…” He thought, and said, “Uh, you called me, brother?” He fiddled with his fingers, making circles in the small space between them. Then, their father Edmar walked into the living room.
“Aah! My boys! There you are!” Edmar said, walking up to them, and putting his hands on his hips. Stefen turned his head and stood up straight, and nudged his brother with his elbow. Morshaw just turned around and smiled at him.
“Now, I know the both of you are wondering why you are here today.” He clapped his hands and flung a fist at the fireplace. It burst into brown flames, quickly heating up the room. Stefen gasped at it and Morshaw scoffed at it.
“Anyway! Boys, today is your first sparring lesson. I have been training you for this day, you will not go against me but against each other. Stefen knows not to go that hard on you Morshaw.” Edmar said, snapping his fingers and they were teleported to a new location. It looked very different than their home. The floor had white tiles with lilac dots in the middle. They were in a room, a big room. The walls were transparent, images of trees flashed by on them. There was a man sitting on a white chair, the back of the chair was a dark red. The man was facing the trees and started to chuckle.
“Ahaha, nice to see you three.” The man said, getting up from his chair.
Edmar started to walk towards him, Stefen followed his father but Morshaw stayed behind. His brother noticed he wasn’t following and went back to him. Stefen grabbed his arm and pulled him to where their father was. The man was facing their father now, Edmar and the man hugged.
“It’s been a while since you’ve been home, Larcton. We miss you.” Edmar said, putting his hand on Larcton’s cheek. They smiled at each other for a bit then Larcton turned his head.
His smile turned to a big grin, “Ah! My sons!” Larcton went on his knee and the boys ran to him. They hugged him, Morshaw on the left and Stefen on the right. They stayed like that for a while, then Edmar said, “Hmm, shouldn’t we be getting back to the house now?”
They all got up, Larcton ruffled Morshaw’s hair and held Edmar’s hand.
“Yes, we should.” He snapped with his free hand. His fingertips turned into a green hue and his hairstreak flashed a bright green. The room started to fade away, the pictures of the trees, the chair, and the white and lilac tiles. Soon they were in the middle of their house, the fire was still blazing with brown flames. With a swipe of his hand, the brown flames were drowned out and turned into green flames.
“Unnatural magic is not good for our family, Edmar.” He turned around and faced him. Edmar ignored him and changed the subject. “So, Larcton. I know we interrupted your daily therapy but today is a special day.”
Larcton looked up at him and asked, “What do you mean?”
Edmar smiled and whispered to him, “It’s our sons first sparring against each other. It’s The Sparring, the continuation of the Denn family tradition!”
Larcton laughed, “The day has finally come! Oh! Has the village known about this?”
Edmar nodded, “Of course, a few months ago I announced to them that it was coming soon. Of course, you were doing your therapy.”
The boys were getting ready, Stefen looked determined but Morshaw looked nervous. As they put on their shoes and checked themselves, their fathers walked towards the front door. Larcton pulled the handle down and let Edmar go out first. The boys ran out the door, almost tripping over each other. Larcton closed the door as he got out. The sun shone brightly, and Morshaw had his arm above his eyes to cover his face. Stefen looked at the village, they were all crowded in front of the Denn house.
“Everyone! The day has finally come for my sons- Morshaw and Stefen- to have their first sparring lesson. Against each other!” Edmar shouted, and the villagers cheered. There was a mixed color of powders thrown in the air, orange and blue. Larcton stood next to Edmar and continued the speech, “Each boy has his own color to him. For Stefen, he has orange,” an old woman came up to Stefen with a bowl. She motioned for him to kneel, and he obliged. She dipped her fingers in the bowl and made an “S” on his forehead with little patterns next to it. She also made more patterns on his cheeks. Larcton continued, “And for Morshaw, he has blue!” The old woman made her way to Morshaw and dipped her fingers into the bowl. Morshaw kneeled before her, looking at the stone floor. She repeated the same thing and made an “M” on his forehead. She made little lines and patterns on the rest of his face. When she was done, she wiped the powder off her hand and walked to Edmar and Larcton. She gave Larcton the bowl and bowed to both of them. They nodded at her, and she walked away to the other villagers.
Both boys were still kneeling down, they stared at the villagers. They looked at each other, both clearly nervous about what was going to happen.
“Each generation of the Denn family always has 2 or more children. Why? Well, they need children for 2 reasons, one is to carry on the family name and the second reason is to make sure they are able to defend themselves. Fortunately, Edmar and I were able to have 2 children together. Each parent has to teach a child how to defend themself, one child is taught with magic and the other isn’t. I taught Morshaw to fight with no use of magic and my dearest Edmar taught Stefen to fight using magic.” Larcton explained and nodded to his partner. Edmar turned his head to smirk at Larcton then walked back into the house, and a few seconds later brought out a board.
“For the spar, the boys will go against each other, in three rounds. For the first round, Stefen will not use any magic and Morshaw will defend himself with the skills he has. For the second round. Morshaw will be given a charm. The charm will give him temporary magic for the duration of the second round. Stefen will use his magic too. And for the last round, Stefen can use his magic and Morshaw’s charm will be taken away. The board will mark on who wins the rounds. The boy who wins two out of three wins!” Larcton exclaimed and threw his arms out. The cheer of the villagers was louder than before and even more powder was thrown in the air. Edmar walked over to the boys and let them stand up. He saw the orange and blue letters on their foreheads and smiled, “I remember when I was your age. Young, nervous but prepared.”
Larcton was shouting at their people, giving them more information about the spar. He fired them up, making them more excited than they were before. After that, he released them, giving them a few minutes to get their things ready. He walked over to Edmar and their sons. He smiled at his children, his eyes were getting watery.
Edmar left Stefen and Morshaw, signaling for them to prepare, and went over to Larcton’s side. He moved one arm around his waist and his free hand cupped Larcton’s cheek. “Darling, are you going to cry? Ah, come here!” He pulled him into a deep embrace, and Larcton started to cry. He pulled away and asked, “Do you want to go back inside? I can comfort you, dear.”
With a shaky breath, he said, “Yes...please.” The two of them walked towards the doors of the house. Edmar opened the door, letting Larcton go in first, then him. Stefen nudged his brother, “Come on, we should get some practice. The bell is going to ring soon.” He rushed down the steps, and Morshaw followed him.
“Could you go easy on me? During the spar, I-I mean. It’s a big thing and I want to appear stronger to the people.” Morshaw said, he was very nervous. He didn’t want to fight his brother, he couldn’t.
Stefen looked up at him, his eyes were wide, “Are you serious? Unbelievable! All of this training with our fathers and you expect me to go easy on you?! I know magic, Morshaw! I-I can kill you with it! It is the one thing you don’t know how to do, the one only advantage I have against you, and you expect me to- hahahaha- go easy on YOU!? You’re kidding me right?!” Morshaw was staring at him, his mouth open a bit, surprised and scared. His brother looked at him, waiting for him to say anything. A few moments passed, and Stefen told him to take off his shoes and his coat, he did the same. Morshaw did as he was told, but the harsh words Stefen said were stuck in his mind.
He wasn’t paying attention when suddenly he got a hard kick at the side of his face. He let out a grunt and fell on his back on the sand. His hair got loose and fell out of the tie it was in. “Look what happens when you don’t pay attention, Morshaw!” Stefen shouted he was now standing over Morshaw. The younger brother had his hands supporting him from both sides of his body, looking at his older brother with a look of terror.
Stefen spat, “Get up!” He stared at him again, Morshaw slowly started to move. As soon as he was up, rubbing the side of his face, Stefen threw a punch at him. With barely any time to notice it, Morshaw tried to step out of the way, but he wasn’t quick enough. The blow hit him square at the chest, and made Morshaw lose his breath. He fell to his knees, one hand on his leg and the other at his chest, rubbing in circles trying to numb the pain. He tried to speak but all that came out was wheezing.
Stefen clicked his tongue, “You are so pathetic, Morshaw. That was just one of my soft punches, how could you not take that?” He looked down at his brother, sighed, and gave out his arm. Morshaw slowly looked up and glanced at the arm. He stood up, tapping his hand on his chest repeatedly, and walked forward. He turned his head, “Let’s just get this over with, Stefen.” The older brother looked at him, scoffed and mumbled, “Yeah, lets.” They both walked back to the front of the house, standing side by side.
The bell rang, Edmar and Larcton walked out of the house, Larcton looked better then he was before. Edmar quickly kissed his cheek and breathed in, held it, then let it out. Morshaw took the band from his arm, made his hair in a tight loop and tied the band around it. The blue powder on Morshaw’s forehead was faded but still visible. The loud laughter and chatter of the villagers could be heard for miles. The sound of their walking sounded like a stampede, ready to run over them in an instant. After all of the people were quiet and sitting on their carpets for each house, the bell rang again.
In front of the house was a long carpet, it faded from blue to orange.
“As you all know, today is a very exciting day for everyone. It is the first sparring lesson of my sons against each other. Stefen has been trained in the magical arts and Morshaw has been taught the advanced basics of combat, with weapons and with none. The 3 rounds will go like this; in the first round, Stefen will use magic and Morshaw will not. For the second round, with the help of a magic charm, Morshaw will use magic, and Stefen will not. Lastly, in the third round, Stefen will use magic and Morshaw’s charm will be taken. There is a rule in the Spar, that both contestants can use resistant force on each other. That means that they can harm each other but not that much to kill them, keep in mind that this is just a spar! Now, who is ready for the Spar!” Edmar yelled, and the villagers yelled with excitement. Larcton and Edmar were filled with pride, their sons were now continuing the Denn tradition of leaders.
The boys looked at the villagers, they were applying colored powder on their faces. They were betting on who would win the Spar. Just then, the carpet glowed with orange and blue, and so did the powder on their foreheads. There was an older woman next to their fathers, she was talking to Edmar. Morshaw noticed them talking when he was walking to his side of the carpet. She had black hair with a bit of grey in it, her wrinkles were barely visible, Morshaw guessed she was in her early 40’s. Stefen walked to his side of the long carpet, as soon as the both of them stepped on it, the powder on their foreheads began to glow.
The woman yelled, “The spar may now… begin!” Both boys glared at each other, Stefen raised his hands near his face and Morshaw moved his feet apart, his hands in fists at his sides. Stefen rushed at him and threw a punch but Morshaw dodged it. He quickly moved behind Stefen and grabbed the back of his shirt, Stefen gasped. He tried to push Morshaw off but failed, and felt a hard punch at his stomach. The villagers cheered loudly, yelling, “Morshaw!”, repeatedly. He dropped Stefen, letting him fall on the sand. Stefen gasped and finally got his breath. Morshaw was now a few steps away, watching his brother in case he made any moves. Stefen got up and rubbed his mouth. He spit on the ground and ran at Morshaw again, but his hands were out, he shouted. Stefen tackled Morshaw to the ground, using one hand to hold him down and the other was raised in the air, ready to punch Morshaw. His eyes went wide and gasped. Morshaw froze for a moment then regained control of his body and kicked off Stefen, just as he was going to punch. Stefen’s body flung across the air then skid on the carpet, he grunted. Morshaw got up and so did Stefen, Morshaw ran at him. Stefen held his hands in front of his face again, they clashed, their arms were blocking each other from hitting either one of them.
Stefen pushed him off, and Morshaw stumbled back. Stefen ran at his brother, spun, raised his leg, spun again, and kicked. A person in the audience yelled, “A turning kick!” And the villagers yelled, “Stefen!” repeatedly. The kick hit Morshaw at the side of his head, he held the side of his head and tried to soothe the pain. Stefen stabilized himself and turned to see that Morshaw was still standing. He looked surprised, seeing that he didn’t fall over. After a few moments, Morshaw got over the pain and, seeing that Stefen was still surprised, he grabbed Stefen’s arm and threw him over his shoulder, yelling. Stefen hit the carpet, hard, and he wheezed for a bit. The woman yelled, “Blue!” which meant that the first round was over. The blue side of the carpet shone brighter than before and the orange side had no glow. He felt the powder on his forehead tingle for a bit. He was panting and looked at his parents. Larcton was writing a line on his side of the board, and Edmar waved at him. He waved back and looked down at his brother. Stefen was wide-eyed and panting, Morshaw held out his hand and he took it. As soon as Stefen was up, he said, “You’ve got some strength, little brother, I’ll give you that.” He pat Morshaw’s shoulder and started to walk away, to a healer. He turned his head and said, “And for what I said earlier, I’m sorry. Heh, only a bit, but not for all of it. Good luck next round.” He mumbled an, “Ow” and continued to walk. The healer sat Stefen on a chair and worked on any major injuries he had. Morshaw looked at the healer, his eyes were brown and red, and he had red hair along with an orange streak and orange tattoo. He gasped and whispered, “Could he be here?” He turned to see the audience and saw a boy around his age, with blue tattoos, orange hair and blue streak. He laughed and yelled, “Drucilla! Hey, is that you?”
The boy ran and laughed, “Morshaw!” He had blue powder around his face. He ran at Morshaw and jumped a bit, almost tripping over himself. Morshaw caught Drucilla and spun him in a circle. Morshaw’s parents and the woman saw them and chuckled. Morshaw brought him into a hug, the other villagers dispersed. Drucilla and Morshaw talked for a few minutes until the bell rang again and the villagers came back to their places. Morshaw hugged Drucilla and waved him goodbye. Stefen got up from the chair, the healer had just finished healing his wounds. He waved the healer away and went to his spot on the carpet, so did Morshaw.
“It’s time for the second round! In this round, both boys will be using magic. Morshaw will be given a charm which contains the magic he needs for this round.” The woman said, her voice sounded deep with an accent. This time, the carpet flashed with the colors, and pulsated onto the villager’s powdered faces, then came back to Stefen and Morshaw. Edmar walked down the steps, went up to Morshaw and placed the charm on his neck. The charm faded into Morshaw’s chest and flashed. He walked back to Larcton’s side, his arm around his waist, the woman smiled at the two of them. “The second round begins!” said Larcton, he waved his free arm to the villagers, and they shouted with excitement.
The boys faced each other again, this time Stefen circled his arms and out came a flaming ball of unnatural magic. Morshaw stepped out of the way and made a sword with the charm. The sword flashed into his hand, Stefen ran at him, both of his hands were engulfed with the brown of the unnatural magic. Stefen flung out his arms and the magic flew straight at Morshaw. He used the sword to cut through one of the magic balls, but the other one hit him on the back, burning through his shirt and onto his skin. He screamed, “Damn it!” and charged at Stefen, the sword clenched with both hands. He threw the sword with full force, and before it made contact with Stefen’s face, he made a wall in front of him. Another sword flew at Stefen, then another and another. Since the magic wall Stefen made had disappeared, he had to move out of the way and dodge the swords. He looked around for his younger brother and felt a quick jolt of pain on his shoulder. Morshaw had stuck a small knife on Stefen’s shoulder, Stefen turned around, pulling off the knife and throwing it. He touched the small cut the knife had made and it immediately healed. Morshaw tried to find the knife, looking away, when Stefen raised an arm, magic made the ground raise up from under him, making Morshaw fall. He yelled and saw Stefen looking down at him, a hand near his face which was ready to fire. Morshaw was laid on his back, hands supporting him, he was panting. He looked around, then got an idea while Stefen stared at him.
Morshaw raised both of his legs, flung them around Stefen’s arm and used his upper-body strength to pull himself up.

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Fantasy is just so cool to write. Lovely snippet, Cheesy <3

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I agree, fantasy is very fun to write
I'm kinda okay at fighting scenes
Also, the two men, Edmar and Larcton are the fathers of Stefen and Morshaw :)

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Damn, I kinda wanna read the whole stories now xD

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You'll have to wait until it's out lol
It's a good thing I'm starting this early so then I have a few years to work on it

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Do let me know when it's out :D

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I will!
I might self publish it idk

I'm new to writing, like an official book and stuff

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Yeah, I've never really written anything either, so it's kind of strange xD

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I've read into it earlier and to self publish you'll need 2,000 to 4,000 dollars

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Good luck! <3 hope you can publish it =^-^=

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Thank you!!!

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Subbing to this!!

I'm writing a book too cheesy!!
It's called Earttor, very fantasy!
Ok so, I'm not THAT very into it bc it's still a concept but I'll explain it still


Earttor is a planet that orbits around the Earth, the name of the planet is a mix of Earth and Protector- Earttor protects Earth from any enemies who wish to do Earth harm. Earttor heats up every 10 years to eliminate all the trash, etc the people have done to the planet and make it better then it was before, basically improvements to the planet. The Heating lasts for about a month.
Anyway, every 10 years, Earttor heats up which makes it's people evacuate to Earth. The people evacuate in pods, and land all over the Earth. Since the tradition of The Heating is obviously know on Earth, the humans let the aliens stay in their homes. The titles of the royal family are switched, Queen is King, King is Queen, Prince is Princess and Princess is Prince. When Prince Hariuka of Earttor lands in the backyard of an old orphan hangout turned to a home, she meets 5 humans, twins Adrian and Audrey, Ebony, Max and Leo who all live together. Both species learn more about each other, while an old enemy of Earttor prepares to attack the Earth. The enemy is another alien civilization on the planet Cerik, which is near Mars.
After the Queens of Earttor find out that Cerik is going to attack their home during the Heating, they send an alert to all Earttor civilians about the incoming attack.

I'll edit more later shshhs I'm having writers block about the plot for it

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Hi! c:

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