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Crownose Chronicles
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Book 1. Chapter 1: Part 2 The Tide of Tydius Flow 1. The next day
A tall adult male was sleeping shirtless on a futon. Coiling-tossing. On the Temple's third floor, which belongs to the masters as their shared bedroom space, 5 large futons lying on hard wooden-boards. All 4 futons looked used recently, besides 1 futon clean and dusty closer to the southwest wall—5 meters away, from the tall animal—in morning grey. The buff animal starts to make noise, waking up in the morning, slowly transitioning from yawning, lying-stretching, bed-stretching. Then slowly—standing, walking over and looking out the south window, finally-muttering gibberish. Stretches right arm to the sky, left on elbow. Yawns, at the same time his mundane morning turned to thoughts = "Training brats. {A smirk forms as it fades.}. The rice rats is rewarding.. {His arms dropped, as he stood tall.} Mountain sword. {He looks over and behind his right shoulder, to the northeast corner, a large war coffer—eight foot long—four feet tall—six feet wide, old wooden box decorated with orange, yellow, and light brown fabric—falling off.} Sword mastery going—{His head slowly turned forward then stopped half way.}—nowhere. {He faced out the south window.} innovating my stylish style.. Is almost a fantasy..!" For a fraction of a second his lips shook. He then gave a tired smirk. Then he said in a low quiet voice = "Well! Time for morning sword training. {His smirk to a smile.}. His muscles blooming under the sunlight, waking with no shirt—and thin light PJ-pants. A man with long straight black hair, just past his shoulder blades, white with dark blue eyes. 5'11 tall, well-shaved face from heaven, presence from hell, for he had, like us all, a story to tell..!
The-Waking-Master slouched—walking almost stumbling, muttering morning frustrations over towards the war coffer. He then bent over, and unlocked the four-number combination lock on the war coffer. He gently opened the box, his right knee to floor. Beneath a sword and shield, his right hand reached for a mountain sword in its sheath. 165cm end to end. The Blade length was 120cm. At the base of blade 2.7 inches wide. Near the tip 1.65 inches wide.
The-Waking-Master turned and walked to his futon—Then faced north wall. He sat criss-cross applesauce, sword in the sheath—a-blade's buried teeth, leaning like an embrace—resting across his right shoulder—hilt at soul ease on the ground, between his right leg. pounds to hold material felt whole, cold steel as warm. Indexes and thumbs in a circle. He closed his eyes.. To meditate...
Silence!
No will release. To self appease.
In the silence
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Inside eyes open! A world for his demise! A pitch-black-world in smoke. An elevated circular arena barely visible, embraced haze, for his scream without a sound! Surreal, locked, focused, seen through eyes. The-Waking-Master felt-saw shadows pulling. From all around. The emanating smoke! Forming! A man, an enemy slightly shorter yet buffer—vapors rising to sky—crawling down low, a wish—warrior to-test war of the soul.
The shadow of h-a-z-e, had two one-handed swords, each about three feet long in blade, blades four inches wide at hilt... A thick slash-and-slide!
In deep focus, his sword of choice a sword held past the wish, through meditation in embrace, in both hands. His mountain sword. In hand now he stands. Facing his enemy.
The shadow enemy circles, crouched over—mist vapor trailing to skies, motions-to-ties. The-Waking-Master stands his ground on guard, facing down the shadow—leading stream of steam. A planet's pull does not orbit—the moon; a shark swims around its prey—in battle, too soon to know the cascade—of the winning blade! Focused like his soul only sees, feels, body-mind-relives, flow, motion, emotion-of-instinct, ocean-of-truth!.. I write philosophical essays, hypotheses, and fantasy fiction book Crownose Chronicals.
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The Unbreakable Brotherhood (AU)
When Every Enemy United
In another universe, every rival the Golden Army had ever faced set aside their differences. Alone, they had always failed. Together, they believed they could finally destroy the Golden Army forever.
Messengers arrived throughout the day.
Every report carried the same warning.
The Golden Army's enemies had formed an alliance.
Former rivals now marched under one banner.
Their armies stretched across the valleys.
Their numbers dwarfed anything the Golden Army had ever faced.
Inside headquarters, silence filled the strategy room.
Maps covered the table.
Captains studied every possible route.
One Bro finally whispered,
"How do we stop all of them?"
Brock looked across the map.
Then calmly replied,
"We don't face them alone."
Some expected Brock to keep the strongest Bros close.
Instead...
He divided the team.
Every veteran partnered with a newer Bro.
Every squad trained together.
Knowledge replaced fear.
Confidence spread from one teammate to another.
Brock walked among the practice fields.
He wasn't preparing heroes.
He was building brothers.
The enemy alliance arrived.
Their banners covered the horizon.
Their commanders expected the Golden Army to break.
Instead...
Every Golden Bro stood shoulder to shoulder.
When one stumbled...
Another stepped forward.
When one shield fell...
Another brother covered him.
The enemy fought as allies.
The Golden Army fought as family.
The battle was over.
The enemy alliance had fallen apart.
Not because they lacked strength.
Because they lacked trust.
A reporter approached Brock.
"How did the Golden Army defeat an enemy so much larger?"
Brock smiled.
"They came together because they hated something."
"We came together because we believed in something."
"Brotherhood will always outlast fear."
Behind him...
Golden Bros helped one another clear the battlefield.
Victory wasn't celebrated with pride.
It was shared with gratitude.
Many people come together because they oppose something. The Golden Army comes together because we believe in something greater: brotherhood, growth, and helping every man become the best version of himself. If that mission speaks to you, we'd be honored to welcome you into our ranks.
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Hi Peeps! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?
The past few years, I’ve been buried in studio work, juggling deadlines, and pouring a lot of energy into projects that, while rewarding, left little room for my own creative voice. Somewhere in all that busyness, I realized how much I missed creating just for me, and for us here.
So… I’m easing back in. Slowly. And I’m happy to be returning to this space, where I can share the quieter, more personal side of my work.
No pressure, no huge announcements. Just a cozy corner to grow things again.
If you were here, or are still here, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your support, your presence, even your quiet lurking, means more than you know.
Here’s to stories that come from the heart.
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