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“Hackman, what is happening? Why shouldn’t we return?”

Have you ever wondered if you weren't you? If the real you was made out of five pieces. Would you venture the world to find your other parts or forget about them? What would you do if your conscience would disappear when fusing with your other parts? Would you reject the idea of leaving your individual mind and fuse to become one mind or would you go along with the fusing and lose your body?

“We only need to find five more killer rabbits before we complete the quest,” I told my sister, Lindsay. “How many more quest do we need to finish to rank up?” She asks me. “Uh, two more. How about this, if we rank up then we can go get ice cream as a reward.” I tell her. “Yay!” She shouts. I pat her head. “I’m not a little kid anymore. We’re the same age.” She says with a pout. “We may be the same age, but I'm taller.” I joked. She starts swinging, but I easily defend myself from her attacks.

“I’m Crow,” he stated before motioning to the girl standing beside him. “This is Alice… ” The girl had flowing light brown hair that extended to her shoulders; she wore a brown leather jacket with a blank tee-shirt under it as well as brown leather pants. Her tee-shirt was infused with a metal plate to protect her vitals. “... and this is Yang,” Crow said, motioning towards a redheaded guy wearing a thin red jacket with black pants.

“I’m not fleeing… they are.” He pointed at the siblings. They looked at him, eyes wide, and opened mouths.

“We will protect Atraciral with our lives!” Mike declared while pointing his sword at the heavens.

“Damn!” Mido shouted, shattering a window with his fist. “Damn… how did he survive?” He thought out loud.

A sequel to the first volume which holds ten short stories ranging from fantasy to horror to post-apocalyptic. Each short story is 3,000 words or longer - the minimum will change with future volumes.

“You know you’re surrounded, so how about this? Give us the women and we’ll let the others live? That’s a fair deal, isn’t it?” The leader of the caravan, a green mohawk man, shouted.

“Hackman, what is happening? Why shouldn’t we return?”

Have you ever wondered if you weren't you? If the real you was made out of five pieces. Would you venture the world to find your other parts or forget about them? What would you do if your conscience would disappear when fusing with your other parts? Would you reject the idea of leaving your individual mind and fuse to become one mind or would you go along with the fusing and lose your body?

“We only need to find five more killer rabbits before we complete the quest,” I told my sister, Lindsay. “How many more quest do we need to finish to rank up?” She asks me. “Uh, two more. How about this, if we rank up then we can go get ice cream as a reward.” I tell her. “Yay!” She shouts. I pat her head. “I’m not a little kid anymore. We’re the same age.” She says with a pout. “We may be the same age, but I'm taller.” I joked. She starts swinging, but I easily defend myself from her attacks.

“I’m Crow,” he stated before motioning to the girl standing beside him. “This is Alice… ” The girl had flowing light brown hair that extended to her shoulders; she wore a brown leather jacket with a blank tee-shirt under it as well as brown leather pants. Her tee-shirt was infused with a metal plate to protect her vitals. “... and this is Yang,” Crow said, motioning towards a redheaded guy wearing a thin red jacket with black pants.

“I’m not fleeing… they are.” He pointed at the siblings. They looked at him, eyes wide, and opened mouths.

“We will protect Atraciral with our lives!” Mike declared while pointing his sword at the heavens.

“Damn!” Mido shouted, shattering a window with his fist. “Damn… how did he survive?” He thought out loud.

A sequel to the first volume which holds ten short stories ranging from fantasy to horror to post-apocalyptic. Each short story is 3,000 words or longer - the minimum will change with future volumes.

“You know you’re surrounded, so how about this? Give us the women and we’ll let the others live? That’s a fair deal, isn’t it?” The leader of the caravan, a green mohawk man, shouted.