Battle Hymn of the Republic

"Yes, lets," Miller replied to the Frenchwoman, rubbing his temples as he could hear Percival's Avatars arguing amongst themselves from afar, his bond with Aurus as a combat trainer letting him listen at a spiritual level. It almost sounded like a domestic disturbance in a crowded house - ...

Mr. Miller was sitting with his back to the mayhem going on around them - kids were kids after all, and Adrienne was there to ensure that they didn't get too out of control and end the trip prematurely. "If the kids get too out of hand, maybe threaten to turn the limo around," Miller joked...

It'd been a while, but Mr. Miller had been training. His average frame had started to fill out a little more as the months went on, training under the tutelage of Adrienne DuMonde. He was invited to share a holiday with the mages as a chaperone with Adrienne. Miller had packed all the essentials for...

There was a streak of red running down Mr. Miller's left arm beneath his armour and dripping. If it wasn't his blood, it would've dried up a long time ago. His breastplate and metal collar sported a variety of scratch and bite marks which once spectral shadows becoming real as the phantom wolves sap...

The thing about being a stranger in a strange land, or in this case, a strange place of existence was that you were bound by its rules much like you were bound by elementary forces such as gravity. When you made a body for the Elementalia Magicus from the mind and soul, it had to follow the rules of...

He was going to move to intercept his stone doppelganger, twisting his body to wind up with his weapon and swing at the armoured, stone knight. However the world had other plans for him. He stumbled and was barely able to keep his balance with the kid on his back. How did that silly old song go agai...

"Just send us upon on our duties to protect Master Caxton; Aurus, God of War and Fire." Michael and Miller's voices intertwined as the armoured knight observed the unfamiliar landscape. The other children would've found the effect uncanny as they had never heard Michael's voice before. He ...

The two were now one and the same. Justice with a vessel to carry its will - and best of all, they agreed with each other. They had a common mutual interest in serving and protecting the innocent - no matter how big or small the task was. Just here in the Elementalia Magicus, Mr. Miller and Michael ...

There were a few puns coming to mind in Miller's head, but those were just those - puns. They would've been highly inappropriate for the situation at hand. Any other time, and maybe he'd crank out 'Field Trip to Elementalia Magicus' as something to lighten the mood. If he did it now, it'd be disresp...

To Mr. Miller, the situation appeared to be developing, as he noticed that murmurs were beginning to spread through the black robed figures. He guessed that they were other mages much deeper into the rabbit hole of knowledge and much more powerful. This begged the question as to why they were here. ...