Love and hot fantasy romance collection
CHAPTER 1: STORY 1
Nora was the youngest in her town and of all the surrounding towns. He was likewise the youngest person still alive who can recall being selected in one go.
He breezed through every assessment to his most memorable endeavor, finished his entry level position at sixteen, and was supported and approved by the Lord at seventeen. He took his position for granted and when he made a match no one thought for a moment to scrutinize him.
Nora concluded that she had to become a mediator when she was 5 years old. He and other neighborhood kids would play together at home after finishing their chores. A parent was expected to be in constant management, but they were often left unaided in the mud fixes that passed as front yards to one of their homes.
Every other person seemed more motivated by what happened after the match was pronounced, but not Nora.
"I need to know how they fix the matches!" Nora said.
"No one needs to be a mediator," his closest companion, Giuliani, told him, almost as if he were warning him. "They need matches."
Giuliani should have said, "Be more normal, Nora."
Perhaps because her companions were against her becoming a mediator, Nora concluded that she would be one.
It was not difficult. Usually, the location must be exceptionally selected by the master himself because there was hardly any staff. The tests were easy enough. Entry level positions were a joke. The most common way to get approval was originally present.
It pays to be okay; Nora had the option of helping her mother and her younger brother out of her salary. The problem was that there was no one to blame for the match going bad.
Nora couldn't care less about it because she knew none of her matches were off-base.
The middle ground didn't last very long, but everyone seemed to agree that it was the most ideal choice, regardless of the fact that it often brought inappropriate results.
Each city was expected to play five matches a year. The running lord's great grandfather had arranged long ago. He concluded that the trait was worth the effort to reconcile. The system has not been revised since then.
There were murmurs of defiance as far back as Nora could remember, yet no action was taken.
His father muttered, "We immediately assume as the whole war, we will win." Then he disappeared.
"We can go west, hide in the mountains," Silas muttered. "We know the landscape. We can get by." Then, at that point, he disappeared.
"It seems like the most brilliant choice," says Nora's mother. "That seems reasonable to me." He then continued to bake loaves of bread and sold them for $4 a piece.
Nora sat down in front of her deck of cards. Each had a picture of the face of the city. Below the picture was the resident's name, year of birth and any unique abilities. The one he was currently seeing had a place with a young woman he went to grade school with named Annabelle.
Annabelle's card showed her picture - beautiful light hair, earthy colored eyes, no smile, not even a pucker at the corner of her mouth. He still seemed to have little energy for the area. Still flying in the air.
Annabelle Warrant
2073
Studied Metalworker
Nora chose Annabelle for the next match.
One of the many factors was a direct result of their presence that no one needed to adjust to a trait. Many people in the town could go their entire lives without seeing one, and judging by the reports they heard, they were happy about it.
The features were long and hard. Their teeth were too long for their mouths, extending over their base lips. Some of them had openings in their cheeks from which their teeth would incessantly gnaw at the skin of their faces until nothing was left. Their breath smelled like rotting flesh. Despite legend, their skin was too green to appear human. One of them had no hair anywhere on his body. In fact, what Nora hated most about them was their lack of eyebrows, making their scarred eyes look significantly more seriously penetrating.
However, Nora was not concerned about them. He realized they wouldn't hit anyone as long as he continued to play five matches a year.
"How could you do this?" Giuliani asked when new insights about Nora's endorsement were revealed to the world.
"Somebody needs it."
"You don't." Giuliani was crying. Tears were constantly rolling down her cheeks. He tried to remove them before Nora could see. It made no difference one way or the other.
"You remember we used to play this when we were kids?" Nora asked.
"We play house. We don't play relational arrangers."
"But, I played in one. I made the matches and then everyone else played indoors. I really needed it for a long time. It's meant to be."
"Is it malicious."
Nora received data from Trait once like clockwork. He never got an image, but he did get details of the upcoming match.
Name: Ogden
Height: 7'2"
Weight: 450 lbs.
Other: Ogden believes that a match should fulfill his loved ones. Ogden wants to take his match home to meet his little dog, Josh, and his goldfish, Alice.
Annabelle probably wouldn't be pleased with this match, but Annabelle didn't need to be cheered up. Nora's occupation kept Tratt happy.
Two days later, Annabelle headed to the designated area. This feature often changes areas for wellness concerns. They had actively met at this spot multiple times before, so Nora was sure this would be the last time they met.
Nora sat on a metal lawn seat in the shade of the main trees around her.
Annabelle checked him out. Nora nods reassuringly and bids him proceed.
"Are you sure I'm perfectly positioned?" Annabelle asked raising her voice so Nora could clearly hear.
"Just give it a break," Nora snapped back.
Within two minutes of the incident, Ogden should have been visible somewhere in the distance, heading towards where Annabelle stood. She's covered.
Only Ogden was noticeable to the two women, yet Nora realized that the rest of the properties remained within sight due to the possibility that something bad might happen.
Honestly, Ogden wasn't the ugliest Nora had ever seen. His skin was slightly scarred, his cheeks still unmarked.
Still, he had weakness in his stomach. It seemed to be a reservoir of giant bubbles, effectively opening up the currently vulnerable and aching space. Nora wondered if Annabelle had seen it, but she didn't know what to say.
The match started on time. Ogden accuses Annabelle. He grabbed his sword, pointing it straight at the point of concern on his stomach.
Great, Nora thought. Perhaps he has a chance of success.
Annabelle misses, throwing her blade into the air as Ogden dodges her.
Nora wondered if Annabelle had made her own blade.
The match did not last long. Ogden immediately wrestled the blade out of concern for his opponent and used it against him to cut off his leg first, guaranteeing he was unable to take it off, then felt his side. It was an exemplary feature move.
Ogden found Annabelle's body, bashed her head in with his open hand, and threw it at Nora. He smiled at Nora and made many gestures. Nora pointed back.
He got Annabelle's head to safely deliver it to the Guaranty family and began to head back to town.
He had 70 days before Trait sent his data for the following match.
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