Jesck-Astiair

It was many years ago when a boy was born in an isolated village. There wasn’t anything special about the boy, Born to the husband and wife who ran the bakery. They had wanted a baby for a long time, and now the gods had finally granted their wish. They were happy with life in the village. That Changed when the village was attacked. A pack of werewolves had found the village, but instead of just passing through like most they decided to have a little fun. They attacked, and not prepared for anything like it, the village was overwhelmed quickly. A lot tried to seek shelter inside their homes, but that only delayed the outcome. Having fi

Born to wealthy parents, but raised by his father (His mother died in childbirth to his sister, the girl died a couple of weeks later) who wanted nothing but the best for his child, Top schools, Best healthcare were all his. At the age of 18 he was ready to go to one of the top universities in the countries to study Chemistry and Medical Science. He was quiet and kept to himself, but a lot of the girls seemed to like his Ice blue eyes and jet black hair, thought they didn’t often find the courage to talk to him. All that changed when his dad insulted the wrong person. A rival to the family company had offered to merge their companies,

I was standing in the entrance to the forest glade, watching the festivities beginning to rise. We elves like our festivals, I often get lost in the moment in a few of them I admit. There are our natural celebrations, the solstices and equinoxes of course, as well as the welcoming of the spring and new life to the forest, the one in fall where we send our prays to the gods to keep the wildlife safe. All many and varied ones, but this one was a special one, unique. The king and queens daughter had finally made her vow to be princess, and that as part of that agreement she was allowed to look through the males of her age to see if she could fin

“Why did I fall into this trap, this torture, it was so long ago, I can’t remember anymore. Every day is the same, stuck on this shelf watching my life go to waste as the giants go about their business. The holes in my cork have become my one hope or my worse nightmare, without them I would have suffocated long ago, but would death be better than this?” These are the thoughts that forever circle my mind now, no one and nothing to help me. I did remember what had happened, as much as I hate to admit it to myself, so long ago now that the person that became trapped could well be completely different to me. A young man, eager

No matter what society you are in there will always be rich and poor, those well off and those that are in poverty. Sometimes you can claim that you’re doing the best to make things equal, but civilization will never be equal. The world Jesck knows is obviously unequal to him, but at least he can see things are not likely to change. In this world you aren't divided by what who you are, but what you are. Humans being the most common race are understandably middle class so to speak. True some are upper class and some lower, but the majority middle. The higher class was filled with vampires, elves and werewolves; the lower class was for l