Been a while since I was able to write another chapter. Had tests come up and work was hectic, plus I bought Guitar Hero 3, so that kinda drew me away from writing. Was fun, but I wanna get my story told too! ^^

Chapter IV
Return to Conciousness

Aerio’s eyes slowly opened, his vision began to sharpen. He stared at a ceiling within his home, wondering what happened. Expecting to endure pain, he sat up, and his expectations failed to appear. A little surprised, but he began to remember Jonas and his purifying procedure. His body was covered in sweat, being under thick blankets through hot days wasn’t too comforting. He looked around and saw his mother, her back turned, she was sweeping the kitchen floor while a pot of boiling water sat atop of the hot stove. Aerio smiled slightly as he felt a warmness run through him. He knew he would never be alone when he needed someone. read more

Chapter V
Here Comes Zulie

Aerio ran through the Senki forest as fast as his legs could move. Jumping over logs, swinging on branches, he felt rejuvinated. He stared upwards at the large green bushes covering the forest, seeing the rays of the sun pierce right through, the wind flowing through his hair, and in a distance, a small town was visible. About midway, “HEY AERIO!” A voice came from his side and startled him. He lost his balance and tumbled forward. read more

Chapter III
A Hero Unrecognized

Where am I? Why is everything so dark? I can’t even feel myself moving…

“I think Aerio’s waking up!” a familiar voice echoed in the boy’s mind.

Mom? Is that you? Where are you?

Aerio’s eyes slowly opened and his ability to focus was still a struggle. He looked to his side toward his parents, then his eyes wandered about. He noticed the familiar scenery. A small house with his parents’ bedroom and his bed near the kitchen and front door. Aerio felt relieved, but it was short-lived once he felt pain in his ribs and experiencing difficult breathing. Trying to get up, his mother came to him and gently pressed her hand against him to lay him back down. “Don’t get up. You’ve been through so much.” She sat onto the bed where Aerio laid. She wore a long-sleeve white shirt and a long worn down white skirt, soft brown hair traveled down midways down her back, and her bright green eyes were glistening with unshed tears. read more

I figured I should give people some type of head’s up to my fan fiction “Legends of Maple Story.” Many readers are finding “LoMS” and are probably wondering what the hell that is. As many of you may have figured, LoMS = Legends of Maple Story, a fictional story based on the game. I hope to use my ideas to bring an actual storyline and deliver some features of the game. Monster spawn rate, leveling, guilds, scrolling, fame, pq, and even hackers will be included in the story. The chapters are short because they only contain one scene, but when I do have more time, I will make the chapters longer. For now, it may be up to 200 or so chapters to get to the first Party Quest. Anyway, this concludes my little informal piece of literature and hope many of you read my chapters. Good day! read more

[This is the beginning of a story I’m cooking up. I’ll give you a head’s up of what may happen, there will be every class in this story and I apologize for the lack of names. This is the beginning anyway. I’m still working on the storyline of the Horntail Dragon. Hope you all like the beginning!]

Chapter I
Nothing to Eat

The morning sun has just risen from the east, dew on the grass and leaves drip onto the soft soil, and the fog lives throughout the horizon. The wind passing by is fresh upon the skin, feeling the delicate touch of nature as the wind runs through one’s hair. A small boy wearing a white shirt, blue jean shorts, and a pair of sandals, was walking through the freshly scented forest and enjoying the scenery, and looked forward toward this new day. He turned his attention toward the east and gazed upon the lifting red sun, the gentle heat given off passed through the fresh air gave him a comfortable feeling. read more

Chapter II
Expecting the Unexpected

The boy began turning his body constantly in every direction, eyeing every orange mushroom.

One of them has to make the first move he thought.

His eyes narrowing and focusing on every individual target surrounding him, his grip on his branch undaunted. The monsters staring at him with violent eyes, one made a sudden move, and caused the boy to turn around. With the boy’s back toward the others, they rushed in their attacks. read more