Audiobook Dragon Slayer Azeviche (The Chronicles of Oluf) Chapter 1, Part 1

Join Azeviche on a thrilling quest as she transforms from an ordinary girl into a legendary Dragon Slayer. In a world filled with magic, mythical creatures, and grand adventures, follow her journey of self-discovery, resilience, and the enduring strength of the human spirit. As Azeviche battles the dragons threatening her homeland, her extraordinary destiny unfolds, leaving an indelible mark on her realm's history. Discover a world teeming with magic, danger, and unbreakable bonds in this epic tale of courage and destiny.

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The Oluf Chronicles (The Dragon Slayer) Azeviche Dragon Huntress Chapter 13

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Step into a vividly imagined world filled with enthralling adventures, compelling characters, and a tale of resilience and determination Look no further. 'Dragon Slayer Azeviche,' a fantasy adventure that's bound to captivate and inspire you. In this epic tale, follow the incredible journey of Azeviche, a spirited young girl who finds herself at the edge of the world, on the cusp of a new life. But as she navigates this uncharted territory, she uncovers unexpected challenges, thrust into a world teeming with intrigue and threatened by impending evil. Azeviche's quest for a brighter future isn't just a fantasy; it's a courageous pursuit against formidable odds. With unique characters, captivating escapades, and a storyline woven with threads of courage, determination, and resilience, 'Dragon Slayer Azeviche' promises an immersive and unforgettable experience. 





A swift glance of green eyes surveyed the burning expanse of Muddy Peaks, situated to the south on that last hooked piece of land, known as the devil's finger. Kevin beheld a vision of an impending battle that would surely become unforgettable. From the mountain's peak, the Drakonites appeared less formidable. They were diminutive creatures, just as they ought to be. Many of them lay sprawled across the battlefield, their lifeless forms left to the scavenging ravens, their decaying bodies returning to the earth in a torrent of blood for Mother Earth to feast upon. However, twice as many of our soldiers were scattered across the land, crushed beneath the reptilian foot of the dragons, incinerated by their deadly breath, their bodies never collapsing like the salt statues from the ancient book of Genesis.

Kevin could feel thousands of men and women staring at him, their mouths muttering silent curses. There was only one shadowy figure like that in these lands, only one person with a head full of fiery hair, and they hated him. Rage took hold of every soldier as they saw him in the distance, and for a brief moment, they fought with such fury that victory seemed within reach. Kevin was hated because he had fled from the QuasiFinger training camps.

"A nest of vipers," he would often call that place as he escaped to live in the mountains, bringing shame to his father and his ailing mother, who wouldn't survive much longer after his abrupt departure. Forever doomed to be branded as a quitter, a cowardly rat. Now, from the mountaintop, he would watch their imminent defeat, and they would wrong him once again.

Greenberg was far from a coward. He fully understood the impending danger the southern border faced in a Drakonite attack like this one. He stood ready to battle, just like any other soldier. However, he could not condone their commanding officer's tactics and the brutality of their training.

"Look before you die, Muddy Peaks. On top of that mountain is the face of a coward," a soldier screamed. His lifeless body, pierced by a lance, was lifted into the air and hurled into the distance by a Drakonite.

"He will die like all the others," the Drakonite spat on the floor.

"Move ahead, push further into the land, and take what is rightfully yours, Drakonites!" shouted a tall figure at the top of his lungs. His golden mane danced in the wind, and his long blade gleamed in the sun. Dressed in a leather suit, Njal Sten was the fearless lord commander of the Drakonites.

The large-caliber bullets of war machines were reserved for use in slaughtering dragons, as they were unlikely to be brought down definitively otherwise.

A brave woman leaped at Njal Sten, brandishing her sword. He sent her flying with a backhanded blow.

"No! Ronna, leave it be. The battle is lost, and we can't stop them from taking the land," Marcus Abbe screamed.

"Kevin is here. Look!" Ronna cried, pointing her crimson-stained sword at the mountains.

"Forget that coward. He only came to spit on our corpses," Marcus rushed to help Ronna to her feet.

"He promised he would bring an army of elves with him," tears ran down her cheeks in desperation. Marcus cupped her face with his hands.

"It's over, my love. Let's face death with some dignity," he wiped away her tears.

"We're surrounded by death. There's no fairy tale that ends like this," Marcus said.

"Let's die fighting."

"Look, he's about to engage," Ronna said, her voice faltering.

The day was far from over. Atop the mountain, a resolute man gripped the hilt of a sword. Its silvery blade hissed as it left its scabbard and pointed toward the sky. It was the signal the 10,000 elven soldiers had been waiting for, concealed and ready for battle. Many of them rode fearsome Direwolves, their gritty teeth bared for combat.

"Let it be known that Kevin Greenberg always keeps his word," he bellowed towards the field. His voice was said to sound like the trumpets of Armageddon. The battlefield froze in silence for a long moment. "It's Greenberg," a voice broke the deathly hush. "He brought an army."

"Kill ‘em all!" Kevin shouted, pointing his silver sword at the field.

At the command of the red-haired giant, a veritable tsunami of elves and direwolves flowed through the trees of Muddy Peaks and down the hill, crashing onto the battlefield like surging waves hitting a wooden brig. Direwolves tore through bone and flesh, while the elves' silvery swords sliced through scales and sinews of the dragons that landed to finish off what remained of Muddy Peaks' army.

"Stop these damn little dwarfs!" shouted Njal Sten. "Exterminate every form of life that walks the earth." From his vantage point of arrogance, the Lord Commander witnessed the tide turning before his eyes. Day suddenly turned into night as a deadly cloud of arrows rained down upon the battlefield, striking down dragons by the hundreds. With eyes bulging out of their sockets, Njal Sten felt his blood freeze in his veins. Two of his formidable beasts crashed to the ground with a resounding thud, lifeless, brutally ending anyone who was too near.

"What has this lunatic done?" Marcus Abbe screamed. "He unleashed an army of madmen onto the field."

"This is the help we needed," Ronna shouted back at him. "Fight!"

"We're out of ammunition, Commander Abbe," a soldier warned Marcus. "Use swords; we can still repel the Drakonites' attack." A spear was thrown toward Marcus' chest, but just as it was about to pierce him, an Elf riding a huge Direwolf leaped into the air, breaking the spear in two with his glittering sword and saving Commander Marcus Abbe's life. "Who saved me?" Marcus exclaimed. "Who are you?"

"I am Halv-Har, the king of the elven nation. There's no time for introductions. Order your men to rekindle the fire and heat the tar cauldrons," he commanded.

"Relight the tar cauldrons. Aim for the dragon's legs and wings." The battle was far from over, as the dragon's flames turned Devil's Finger into hell on earth. The smoke and the smell of burning bodies made the name of that place even more ominous. The Drakonites had not yet engaged with the elves in close combat. They now understood the unique abilities and dexterity of these people, whether with a sword or spear. The expression on Njal Sten's face shifted from impatience to fear. This fearless lord commander couldn't bear to see his men and his entire campaign go to waste.

"We are being defeated by dwarfs," he said, clenching his fists, grinding his teeth, and filling his eyes with tears of pure hatred. How could he return home with such a defeat weighing on his shoulders? How could he explain to the King Ukrit Zoltar that they had been defeated by an army of elves?

"Dropping like fleas, all of us," Njal Sten shouted as he pierced another victim with his long black sword. "Sir, we must retreat while we still have dragons to take us back," a soldier shouted at Njal's side.

"You won't need any Dragon." The commander's arm and his sword slashed through the air, the blade opening his subordinate's throat. Njal felt a strong blow to his back, throwing him violently to the ground. It was Kevin, mounted on a powerful destrier, with the blade of his sword pointed at a terrified Drakonite.

"Remove your fetid carcass from our lands and don't come back," he said, holding tight to the reins of his black horse unnerved by the heat of battle.

"We came here today to die defending our homes. I came to show that we do not fear you; this place belongs to us, and we will never hand it over to you without many of you dying trying."

"So says he who comes with an army of elves behind him," Njal Sten spat on the ground.

"Yes, an army of elves on the backs of puppies broke the swords and tactics of an organized army. The skill and dexterity of my men made yours look like foolish little children. Go back and tell your king that a coward was leading an army of elves," replied Kevin, struggling to control his horse, which wanted to return to battle. These strong words shook Marcus Abbe and Ronna, who were just beside them in battle. The shame of defeat and the fear of dying made Njal drop part of his armor to make himself lighter and run away in a tremendous sprint, his eyes bulging out, moving his head nervously side to side, desperately trying to find in the heat of the battle any dragon that could take him away, back to the calm waters of Drakonia. Kevin calmly sat on his horse, watching as Njal moved desperately, trying to avoid what would be his certain death.

Halv-Har spurred his Wolf and stopped when he reached Kevin's horse. His hand reached for an arrow in his quiver and he knocked it on his bow, aiming at the Drakonian who had just found a wounded dragon. Njal knocked away two elves who were trying unsuccessfully to bring down the dragon with their ropes. "Greenberg, if you're going to let him escape, I'll finish him off myself," said Halv-Har, taking an arrow from his quiver.

"This arrow I reserved for him."

"Wait—" Kevin made a gesture with his hand, but it was too late. Before Kevin could stop Halv, the arrow was already in mid-air, its aim accurate. The arrow penetrated Njal Ster's shoulder, and he screamed in pain. Even so, the infamous commander mounted his mount, and it began to take flight.

"Your men fight like mad dogs. Look at what you're doing," Marcus Abbe also spat on the floor.

"We're doing what must be done," Kevin shouted.

With his heart pounding with urgency, Kevin tightened his grip on the reins, leaned forward in the saddle, and kicked his horse's sides. His powerful steed lunged forward, its muscles rippling beneath its coat. The thundering sound of hooves echoed through the battlefield, stomping on piles of Drakonites' dead bodies as the horse surged ahead, its nostrils flaring and eyes wide with determination. Together, they raced toward the dragon, the warrior and his steed, a perfect partnership in the chaos of battle.






















As Crônicas de Oluf (Azeviche)


O vento, como uma carícia suave, despenteia meus cabelos de ébano enquanto minhas pernas cansadas me carregam com passos deliberados até o topo do vale. Cada passo, carregado com o peso da batalha, raspa o caminho de cascalho, e minha espada, com sua lâmina ainda com o tom sombrio do sangue Draconita, é finalmente devolvida à bainha. Aqui estou eu, minha fiel lâmina de prata e eu, cansados pelas provações que enfrentamos, mas obrigados a contemplar os restos de Muddy Peaks. Quantas almas valentes sacrificaram suas vidas para afastar os implacáveis dragões, mesmo que apenas por um dia? Que a trégua daquele único dia seja suficiente."

Meus olhos marejados, pelo cheiro de fumaça negra e ardente, e meu coração chorando ao ver a devastação ao redor. Os vales e o rio que serpenteia pela cidade remontam ao dia em que pisei aqui pela primeira vez. Lembro-me daquele dia fatídico em que minha vida foi alterada para sempre e embarquei nesta jornada de descoberta.

"Ah, se eu pudesse escolher, eu embarcaria de bom grado nesta busca fantástica mais uma vez, mesmo sem saber de sua conclusão inevitável. Apenas para me reunir com todos aqueles que são tão queridos em meu coração. Vocês são minha própria essência , os membros e órgãos que completam minha existência. O próprio ar que escapa desses pulmões, agora em chamas com o cheiro de carne fumegante. "Meu amor por livros, juntamente com as duras provações da vida, forjaram a própria essência do meu ser. O amor que descobri neste lugar ancorou minha determinação. É por isso que persisto em defender essas terras. É por isso que anseio para presenteá-lo com uma história - minha história."



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Silvio Spotti's Sword Of Justice Volume #2 (issue 2 and 3)

 "The Sword of Justice" Comic Book by Silvio Spotti

1. Title: The Sword of Justice

2. Creator: Silvio Spotti

3. Artist: Silvio Spotti

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5. Publisher: Top Secret Press

6. Genre: Action, Fantasy

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"The Sword of Justice" is an exhilarating comic book series written and illustrated by the talented artist, Silvio Spotti, with captivating colors by Veronica R. Lopez. Published by Top Secret Press, this thrilling series transports readers to a world where one young heroine battles against the tyranny of her scientist father, who controls a lunar colony known as New Atlantis. Guided by her companions, the mage Muriel and the warrior Tanet, our protagonist Brenna embarks on a dangerous quest to overthrow her father's oppressive regime and bring justice to her people.

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The Misunderstood Artistry of Image Generators: Debunking Misconceptions

 Image generators have emerged as powerful tools capable of creating stunning visuals with the help of artificial intelligence (AI). However, despite their potential to enhance creativity and streamline the artistic process, image generators have been subject to unwarranted criticism from those who lack a comprehensive understanding of their inner workings. This essay aims to debunk the misconceptions surrounding image generators, highlighting their benefits and addressing the concerns raised by skeptics.

The Power of AI in Image Generation:
Image generators utilize sophisticated AI algorithms to produce artwork that ranges from realistic portraits to abstract compositions. By analyzing vast datasets of images and learning patterns and styles, these algorithms can generate unique visuals based on the input provided by users. This technology empowers artists and creators by serving as a collaborator, expanding their creative possibilities and reducing the time spent on repetitive tasks.

Understanding the Role of Image Generators:
One prevalent misconception about image generators is the belief that they steal art from other artists. However, this assumption is unfounded. Image generators operate based on the data they have been trained on and do not have the ability to actively seek out or replicate specific works of art. Their purpose is to assist and inspire artists, not to replace them.

Promoting Originality and Creativity:
Artists who utilize image generators do so as a starting point or a source of inspiration. These tools help them explore new artistic directions, experiment with styles, and overcome creative blocks. Image generators can generate initial sketches or compositions that artists can then modify, refine, and transform into unique and original pieces. Far from stifling creativity, these tools encourage it by sparking ideas and pushing boundaries.

The Importance of Proper Attribution:
One legitimate concern raised by critics is the need for proper attribution when using images generated by AI. While image generators create new visuals, it is crucial to acknowledge the original source of the training data. Responsible artists understand the significance of crediting the dataset creators and ensuring transparency in their creative process. By doing so, they contribute to fostering a collaborative and respectful environment within the artistic community.

Addressing the Skepticism:
The resistance against image generators often stems from a lack of knowledge and understanding of how they function. Instead of dismissing this technology outright, it is essential to engage in constructive dialogue and educate ourselves about the benefits it offers. By gaining insights into the technical aspects and the ethical considerations surrounding image generation, we can form well-informed opinions and embrace the potential it holds.

Image generators, powered by AI, have revolutionized the creative landscape, providing artists with new tools and possibilities. It is crucial to dispel the misconceptions and prejudices surrounding this technology and approach it with an open mind. Rather than fearing the supposed theft of art, we should appreciate the opportunities image generators present for collaboration, exploration, and inspiration. By embracing these tools responsibly and respecting the creative process, we can pave the way for a harmonious coexistence between AI and human artists, enriching the world of art in the process.

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AI and the future of Comic Book industry.

Artificial intelligence (AI) has made remarkable advancements in recent years, particularly in the field of image generation. AI image generators use complex algorithms to create images that can resemble those produced by human artists, and this technology is rapidly evolving. As we continue to improve our ability to create images using AI, the possibilities for its application in various fields, including comic book art, are becoming increasingly exciting.

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AI image generators have several advantages over traditional methods of creating art. They can produce high-quality images quickly, and they can generate vast quantities of images with ease. This efficiency can save time and resources for artists, allowing them to focus on other aspects of their work, such as storytelling and character development. Additionally, AI can create images that are more precise and accurate than those created by human artists. This level of detail can be especially useful in creating realistic backgrounds, landscapes, and other elements that require a high level of accuracy.

In the field of comic book art, AI image generators offer a range of possibilities for both established and up-and-coming artists. For example, AI can assist artists in creating complex background elements, such as cities and landscapes, which can be time-consuming to produce by hand. By using AI to generate these elements, artists can save time and energy, allowing them to focus on the more creative aspects of their work.

Another exciting possibility for AI in comic book art is the creation of new characters and designs. AI can generate countless variations of character designs, providing artists with a wealth of inspiration and ideas. This technology can also help artists create unique and memorable characters that stand out from those created by other artists. AI can also assist in creating dynamic poses and action sequences, allowing for more exciting and engaging storytelling.

The use of AI in comic book art is not without its challenges, however. One potential issue is the lack of creativity and individuality in AI-generated images. While AI can create highly detailed and accurate images, it may lack the unique style and perspective that human artists bring to their work. This is particularly true in the case of comic book art, where the artist's style and individuality are a crucial part of the medium.

Another challenge is the potential loss of jobs for traditional artists as AI becomes more prevalent in the industry. While AI can save time and resources for artists, it may also lead to fewer opportunities for human artists to create work. This issue will need to be carefully considered as the technology continues to evolve.



AI Image generators and the 80's generation

Imagine, just relax for a nano second and have fun. Your eyes are getting heavy and you are a kid from the 80s or 90s with the superpower to generate images like this. They are somehow imperfect, six, nine-fingered characters, and you don't care because the images are so vivid. It's so cool to have the power to generate images of anime girls and you have it right now. You can evoke any of those images in 15 seconds. They are colorful and so fun to see, but now back from the hypnosis, it's 2023, and you are a grumpy old man living in a dystopian world, a prison for your mind. You can't have fun with anything and won't hesitate to pass judgment on one and all. When was it that the world became a place full of people with resentments and in needof Carl Jung's treatment?   Why can't we just have our nano seconds of fun? We have so many important things to worry about and be concerned about, and we just let it slide. People are killing that inner child. Why can't we laugh off anime characters with 3 legs and enjoy them because they are giants on top of a building? At some point, I am that young man from the 80s, I sit and relax, looking at those deformed, unedited images. They are so colorful in a way that I could not imagine. I forget all my troubles, and it makes me happy, and that's all that really matters.

The ability to generate anime-style images in just seconds using AI is truly mind-blowing, especiallyfor those of us who grew up in the 80s and 90s watching anime. Back then we would have to spend hours or even days creating our own anime-style artwork by hand, and it would never be as precise or accurate as what we can generate with AI today.
With AI, we can take our love for anime and Cyberpunk and create unique and exciting works of art in just a matter of seconds. And while some may argue that AI-generated art lacks the personal touch and emotion of handmade art, it's important to remember that AI-generated art is a new form of artistic expression that should be celebrated for its own unique qualities.

Moreover, this new tool has the potential to inspire a whole new generation of artists and creators who may not have had the time or resources to create anime-style artwork by hand. With the help of AI, anyone can create amazing works of art that they can be proud of.

In conclusion, this new AI tool is truly mind-blowing for those of us who grew up in the 80s and 90s watching anime. It allows us to create amazing works of art in just seconds, and it has the potential to inspire a whole new generation of artists and creators. So let's embrace this new technology and see where it takes us on our creative journey.

Generating images using AI has become increasingly popular in recent years, and it's not uncommon to see AI-generated images being used for various purposes, including in blog posts, social media, and other forms of digital media. However, some people might wonder if using AI to generate images is ethical, particularly when it comes to creating art.

Firstly, it's important to understand that AI-generated images are not stealing art. The AI is trained on large datasets of existing images, and it uses this knowledge to generate new images that are similar in style and content to the original dataset. While the AI-generated images may resemble existing art, they are not exact copies and do not reproduce the same level of skill and creativity as the original artist.

In fact, using AI to generate images can be a fun and exciting way to explore new artistic styles and techniques. It can allow individuals to experiment with different styles and create unique works of art that they may not have been able to create otherwise. It's important to remember that art is not about ownership or originality but rather about self-expression and creativity.

Moreover, the use of AI in art can also help bridge the gap between generations. The 80s and 90s were a unique time in popular culture, and many people from that era have a special attachment to the art and media of that time. By using AI to create Cyberpunk-style anime images, we can blend old and new styles in a way that appeals to both younger and older generations. It's a way to connect with the past while still embracing new technologies and techniques.

In conclusion, using AI to generate images is not stealing art, but rather a new form of creative expression. It allows us to experiment with new styles and techniques while still paying homage to the art of the past. So, let's have fun with this tool and create something unique and exciting that celebrates both our past and our future.

I want to tell people that this new tool is mind blowing for people that grew in the 80s and 90s watching anime. after all all that imagery no matter if somehow distorted was generated in 15 seconds.
Absolutely! The ability to generate anime-style images in just seconds using AI is truly mind-blowing, especially for those of us who grew up in the 80s and 90s watching anime. Back then, we would have to spend hours or even days creating our own anime-style artwork by hand, and it would never be as precise or accurate as what we can generate with AI today.

With AI, we can take our love for anime and Cyberpunk and create unique and exciting works of art in just a matter of seconds. And while some may argue that AI-generated art lacks the personal touch and emotion of handmade art, it's important to remember that AI-generated art is a new form of artistic expression that should be celebrated for its own unique qualities.

Moreover, this new tool has the potential to inspire a whole new generation of artists and creators who may not have had the time or resources to create anime-style artwork by hand. With the help of AI, anyone can create amazing works of art that they can be proud of.

In conclusion, this new AI tool is truly mind-blowing for those of us who grew up in the 80s and 90s watching anime. It allows us to create amazing works of art in just seconds, and it has the potential to inspire a whole new generation of artists and creators. So let's embrace this new technology and see where it takes us on our creative journey.



AI. Is it art or not?


I don't know what you guys do in your spare time as a hobby. I have entertained myself with these images. Several years ago, I used to buy heavy metal magazine, Cimoc and others in this genre, to see fantasy illustrations. People bought magazines to see these images. Now, we have amazing resources, and some people take them for granted. Some write to me, calling me names on Deviantart. Maybe they want me to use charcoal or animal blood on a cave wall, them take a picture with a Kodak. 
All prompts on this by Silvio Spotti

AI-generated images are digital images that are created using artificial intelligence techniques, typically involving the use of deep learning algorithms. These images can be generated in a number of ways, such as by training a neural network on a dataset of images and then having it create new images based on that training.

While an AI algorithm is responsible for creating the image itself, a person is still needed to generate the image art. This is because the AI algorithm needs to be trained on a dataset of existing images before it can generate new ones. Additionally, a person is needed to provide input to the algorithm, such as specifying the style or subject matter of the image. Whether or not an AI-generated image is considered art is a subject of ongoing debate. Some argue that because the image is created by an algorithm rather than a human artist, it cannot truly be considered art. Others argue that the process of training the algorithm and providing input to it is a creative act in itself, and that the resulting images are just as valid as those created by human artists. Ultimately, the answer to this question may depend on one's definition of art and the role of human creativity in its production.


Dragon Slayer (Azeviche)


In a world of desolation, where life struggles to survive, there exists a tale of power, sacrifice, and destiny."The story of Azeviche, an orphan girl, who was taken in and trained to become the ultimate weapon against the Draconites, a terrible race of creatures that had unleashed their dragons on humanity in a war known as the 100 Days War.
Azeviche, her name and her fate, was chosen to lead the final battle, to end the war, and save humanity from extinction. But as she delves deeper into the conflict, she begins to question the purpose of it all. Will the ultimate victory be worth the cost? Will it bring peace or just a new form of oppression?
As Azeviche faces her destiny, she must also confront her own humanity, her own morality, and the true meaning of sacrifice. Will she become a savior or a monster? Will she be remembered as a hero or a villain?
"Dragon Slayer Azeviche" is a novel of epic proportions, where the fate of humanity hangs in the balance. It is a story of power, of sacrifice, and of the human spirit. In a world of dragons, war, and desolation, it is a tale that explores the human condition and the cost of survival.
Do not miss out on this gripping novel, now available on Wattpad. Follow Azeviche's journey as she fights to save humanity, but also to save herself. It is a story that will stay with you long after you have finished reading it, a story that will make you question the nature of power, sacrifice, and what it means to be human.
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Chapter 1 -
  Jet  Black
Behind the mountains, a black smoke was announcing that the express train was near Muddy Peak's station. One of the last and most important connections to the Main Islands, since this world was torn apart in a one hundred day battle against the Dragons and their masters, the Draconites. There at the platform, shaking like a leaf in the wind, Marcus Abbe, an ex-member of the militia, was waiting for this train to make a special delivery.
"The train is here! The train is here!" Jonas Greenberg was shouting.
"Everybody can see that!" Marcus told Jonas, frowning at him.
"Everybody behind the yellow line. You too, Marcus, please," Jonas Greenberg, the Inspector of the station, screamed, twisting his whiskers and fixing his jacket. The oldest employee of the railroad should no longer be working due to his age, but it is he who maintains order in this place. "Newcomers arrive from time to time to work at the station, but they don't have the same discipline," Jonas said to Marcus.
Standing on the platform, looking at the mountains and listening to the roar of the train, Marcus Abbe could barely contain himself.
"What a wonderful day, Mr. Jonas." Marcus said.
He and his wife, Ronna, had received mail from the government informing them that their application for adoption had finally been accepted. Jonas looked at Marcus with a longing smile. He knew him since he was a little boy.
"Well, well. Don't tell me, Mr. Abbe. Is that what I'm thinking?" He asked.
"Yes, Mr. Jonas. It seems that our dream is about to be fulfilled. I'm so anxious that I can barely contain myself."
"Ha!!! Yes... yes, Mr. Abbe," Greenberg scoffed. "This village needs fresh blood running through its veins. After all, we are all getting a little tiny bit...old, aren't we?" Said Jonas, pointing his long fingers toward Marcus.
Marcus ran his fingers through his grey hair, embarrassed.
"You got me there. We are close to retirement," he laughed.
The roar of the engine and the noise on the rails got louder and louder. As the train got into the station, the conductor hit the brakes. A moan and shrill scream could be heard, it took a while to stop the gigantic machine. The entire place got flooded with steam, clouding the vision.
Shadowy figures were moving out of the freight cars. Anxious people searching for their relatives, disembarking, looking everywhere, amazed with their final location.
"Is this the place? What a dump!" a boy asked his mother in a loud voice.
"Shut your mouth. Show some respect to the locals. You will live here now, boy," the woman in uniform dragged the boy by his hand.
"Sorry," the boy shrugged.
Marcus looked at the nasty boy, amazed and relieved that he was not the one he was expecting.
"Mr. Jonas, sir. Today we will have a young boy living in our house. Ronna is preparing a wonderful dinner; of course, this is a special occasion for us," he smiled. Jonah rolled his eyes at him.
"God give me patience," Jonah thought. New people coming to town every day was nothing new to Jonah.
"Of course... of course, Mr. Abbe, and I, more than anyone else, know about your wife's anxiety for this occasion," Jonas replied to Marcus while playing with his long white whiskers. The train finally came to a halt at the platform and the brakes stopped the huge mass of metal on the tracks.
"Mr. Abbe, where's your sign with the name?" Jonas asked, touching Marcus on his shoulder.
"How can you find the boy without a sign?" Jonas was agitating his hand in the air.
"Well, in fact, I don't have one yet," Marcus replied.
"Marcus... Good lord, Marcus," he smiled. "Always the same, since you were a little boy, aren't you? Always forgetting about things," Jonas stared at him.
"In fact, we don't know the name of the kid," Marcus blushed and his lips curved in an awkward smile.
"My God, Marcus." Jonas rolled his eyes. "I have the list here in my clipboard and—," he said, "Azeviche. A strange name for a boy. Do you still think I should retire Marcus?" He laughed, looking at him with narrow eyes.
"In fact, this place needs somebody to keep things working. I keep the mansion running," he cackled, moving back to his work.
"Yeah... I guess!" Said Marcus.
The train started moving again on the tracks, leaving the station. Most of the people on the platform had already left. Some of them were very happy, carrying packages and smiling, while others hugged their relatives with tears streaming down their eyes. Curmudgeon people, not really glad to be there at all, were mingling in the crowd. The steam started to subside and the train left Muddy Peaks behind. Marcus was looking around for his boy.
"Where could he be? Everybody had already left the train," he felt desperate. A woman carrying a suitcase tapped Marcus on the back.
"There sir," she said. "Standing down the platform. There is somebody waiting," she pointed to a figure waiting in the distance.
"Thank you very much, lady," Marcus thanked her. "There... there he is. My boy," he ran to the person standing there.
"Uh... Sir, no I mean..." the lady tried to talk to him, but it was too late. Marcus was running, he could not wait to give a warm welcome to the new member of the Abbe family.
"Finally," he said, running, snorting and punching, trying to catch his breath.
But there, looking at Marcus with large bright green eyes, was a smile bigger than the used suitcase sitting on the floor. She had long black hair running down her shoulders, jet black like a night without stars. She was wearing a white outfit and worn-out brown boots.
"A girl?" Marcus looked at her with startled eyes. "But... but what's going on here? Where is the boy?" Marcus asked her.
"Where is he?" He said, pointing his hand at the girl.
"My name is Azeviche Jet, and if you are Mr. Marcus Abbe, I am your new daughter, sir," she stared back at him, smiling and pointing a finger to a small placard written: "Abbe."
Marcus looked at Azeviche, head to toe. He had sweat dripping down his forehead. It was unbelievable that after all this time, trying to adopt a child, the government made this terrible mistake and sent the wrong person.
"They never said anything about a boy, if I'm correct," Marcus said to himself out loud, ignoring the girl. 
"His hand lay under his chin as if he had a huge weight on his head to be supported. He spun on his heels, still in shock.
'The government rarely makes mistakes,' Marcus thought. 'Not since the war. Since it all began, thousands of people died defending a country that no longer exists. Orphan children got relocated to new foster homes, with new parents, to work in the mines extracting metal for weapons and vehicles, to work the fields, so that the very existence of the colonies was not compromised. Whoever comes to Muddy Peaks is not only a resident of an inhospitable place, they are responsible for the maintenance. They are here to hold ground and prevent a new 'Draconite' invasion. The terrible civilization that reduced the earth's population by half. They came from the lands of the south to destroy humanity.' Marcus stood there thinking. Azeviche was disgusted with his rude attitude. Her face flushed with anger. She turned to him and screamed at the top of her lungs, trying to get his attention.
'Hey!!! This is no way to treat a lady. Don't think you're going to leave me here in the open with my heavy suitcase,' she said in a very serious tone. She reached for a document with the official seal in hot wax and the coat of arms of the State of the Northern Islands. Her little hands moved quickly inside her pocket.
'The government seal,' Marcus said. This was no mistake at all.
'Don't take me for a fool, sir. I may be an orphan, but I know my rights. I know we are not sent to this end of the world,' she stuttered. 'This... this God-forsaken place, for a walk.' She was very annoyed and was yelling at him. Astonished by the frightful scream of the little banshee, Marcus finally seemed to shake himself out of the trance. The apparently fragile and short little girl of twelve years old was very resolute in her attitude. She stared at Marcus with eyes gleaming, as if about to burst into tears. She shook the paper in the air in her clenched fist. Her head spinning in a whirlwind, a storm of thoughts and emotions.
She went through a long, twenty-five-day trip to get to this place. At the farthest point in the country, at the frontier of what was left of the civilization of yore, with the unknown world of the destroyers of mankind. She's had enough for today.
'Here! Here!!!... You,... you!' She was still shaking the paper in the air. 'Take it and read it out loud. You won't leave here until you do it, sir,' she demanded. Poor man. Marcus never expected to come across such a determined soul in his life. The apparent fragile little girl was a brave soul, determined to find a new home.
Azeviche reminded him of his colleagues in the army. An epoch of battles in the Hundred Days War. 'Sagacious eye, strong in spirit,' he looked at her. 'No, there was no mistake here.' Marcus said.
Now, looking into Azeviche's eyes, he realized that the poor creature had already been through all kinds of difficult situations. He could tell by that glow in her eyes, he used to see that in the mirror years ago. She is not the first orphan to arrive in Muddy Peaks. No, far from it. They come here by the hundreds, and the number of children has increased in the last year. These borders need reinforcement, they must be always vigilant. The orphans, all survivors of the catastrophe known as The Hundred Days War, share the same
   He took the sealed document from her hands, broke the wax seal trying  not to ruin the paper. All that excitement and anxiety made his hand shake. Marcus was sweating copiously, he was embarrassed by his attitude towards the girl. In a raspy voice he began to read the text out loud:
"The State of the Northern Islands hereby bestows legal guardianship of the minor, Azeviche Jet (12 years old at the present time), upon Mr. Marcus Abbe and his wife, Mrs. Ronna Abbe. We appreciate your desire to serve the state and your commitment to putting work, family, and country first.
The State of the Northern Islands, Year 35 AD"
"Thirty-five years after the first Draconite attack, the worst weapon humanity has ever faced, the devastation and the impact on the lives of all people continue. Dismantled families live under the rule of one state. The nations, as we knew them, have been gone for a long time. It had to be done this way in order to survive all this tragedy.
A cyclone of memories and emotions passed through Marcus's head in a flashback of epic proportions, causing him to finally realize.
'Things are the way they are meant to be. We just need to accept with a good heart what faith gives to us,' he gently folded the document and put it inside the pocket of his jacket.
'This is it,' he said with an unexpected gesture. He put his hand on her head in a clumsy sign of affection. Marcus would have to learn very fast how to deal with children. His throat was dry, his hands shaking.
'Yes,' he gasped. 'Azeviche Jet... young lady. It looks like I am in fact your new father!!!'
Azeviche chewed her lower lip and tears were streaming down her rosy cheeks. Her hands were together, fingers interlaced as if in a last desperate prayer. Her mouth was ajar, her lips trembling. She only had time to say:
'God... I'm so tired. I feel so tired...' Unable to finish, she fainted. Marcus quickly held her, breaking her fall."
Here you are, little village of Muddy Peaks,
Stuck amidst the rocks of the mountains
That point its fingers to the sky.
Your red vegetation of permanent autumn,
Near the frontier of humanity and total bleakness,
Your rigid branches like spikes.
Let me pass my thick fingers, benumbed
By the fight. Through the hair of your desolation.
They will make me feel alive.
In your freezing dark rivers. My body wants to dive,
I will run, I will fight and I will cry.
If you work the dusty red soil,
the sustenance will arrive.       
( Oluf the Dragon slayer )

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