Sand tittering away upon the massive metal hull.

"Doubtful, reengage."

Pressurized methane spilling into the engines, igniting, burning bright across the sky.

"Up ! "

130 mm rounds discharged from its D-80 Molot gun batteries, striking its target in a display of shredded steel, fire, and a kaboom.

"Identified."

Smoke, gas, blood, dust, rust, and shrapnel.

"Brace, brace, brace."

An unarmored, fast picket corvette screening the main fleet.

"On the way!"

The humble guardian of the High Fleet.

"Target! Ceasefire, ceasefire."

The Commoner.

An encyclopedia of the histories written by Prokop of Liny, scribe and historian of the late antique-schism era. Compiled and notated by ████████ ███████-██████ █████ for personal enjoyment, released to the public on the Pripipedia platform. Explore the century that defined the Grand Empire through the pen of Brother History, Prokòp. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed compiling it.

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DISCONTINUED. Last written: January 2022.

Oh boy, here I go worldbuilding again!

This is the companion piece to a story that I'm writing, for all of the worldbuilding behind the story. That story is currently unlisted. No story will be found here, just worldbuilding info!

DISCONTINUED. Last written: August 2016.

There is a world where people blessed with magic, the Magon, and plain people, the Nigon, live together, but their lives are not in peace. Turmoil has entered this world as it always has in the past, and the Magon-hierarchical Empire suppresses Nigon revolts and promotes the Magon of its territory, yet the Nigon are persistent and will not stop until justice is achieved.

The Scentral Empire favors Magon and magical ability above all else, purging the world of insolent Nigon that threaten the livelihoods of the wealthy Magon leaders. However, the Empire that has stood for over four hundred years has recently faced a challenging foe: the Freir Kingdom of the West. The Freir Kingdom upheld basic human rights for its peasantry, and commanded a caste system that favored no single people, instead only basing profession and wealth off of skill. With its various allies—the People's Democracy of the Northern Province; the eastern people of Dongguo; even the nomadic Myrten, long-time enemies of Scentral, who have survived nearly one thousand years in their desert as a unified people—the Freir Kingdom was able to play decisive attacks, both politically and militarily, on the Empire, and gathered much support from the inside of Scentral, but due to the Empire's cunning strategies, bribes, sabotage, and assassinations, the Freir Kingdom was not able to last even thirty years. The King of the West fell to the hands of an assassin, and the Queen was forced to flee. The West is in turmoil, once again oppressed by the Empire.

The other countries, however, are angered by the despicable way Scentral killed their beloved ally. The rifle-bearing North is readying an army to fight on-par with the spell-casting Scentralmen; the East Country's bowmen prepare their most esteemed warriors to march into Scentral's vassal-country, the Eastern Province, along with the Mrvde, who have skirmished the East long enough to weaken it; and all-the-while, the children of the late King and hiding Queen attempt to raise a new army to attack Scentral, from inside and out of the Empire's lands.

But where do we find ourselves in the boiling tension of this world? We do not follow the stories of nations, but rather the stories of individuals.

Nattia Flau is the Magon daughter of a Nigon farmer, with no recollection of her father. Follow her story as she tries to keep her family safe with her magical abilities, trained under one of the last spellweavers in the Empire. As she lives in County Queen, the demesne of the Scentral Marshal, Duke Eslient, cousin of the Emperor, Nattia will find that conflict will spark in the very place she lives.

Davo Freir is the youngest child of Queen Avdaviel Freir II, the Queen who now hides away from Scentral's eyes. He is proclaimed an international fugitive by the Empire, and he is not even safe in his own home country, and so he has taken the guise of a young scholar looking for opportunity in the Scentral homeland. While he seeks to find his siblings who fled alike him after the Battle of Vinrea-Merriodha, he finds himself in County Queen to look for his eldest sibling, the bastard-child of Avdaviel II, Darien Freir.

And Vi Eslient, who is the son of Dei Eslient, Marshal and Duke of County Queen. He is the cousin of the Prince of Scentral, yet he was forced out of his home by his own father after the supposed death of his mother, and is now the right-hand man of the Bear of Greu Hill, the notorious bandit leader of the Grey Bears that rose in defiance of Duke Eslient nine years ago. Once the son of the second-most important man in the world, he now happily helps the vagrants and scoundrels of the underworld that cannot help themselves.

Unbeknownst to these three, their fates are intertwined, and their destinies will change the course of history in the Magon World. But how will they achieve the destinies whispered to them?

Find out as you read The Concept of the Magon World!

A/N: I have lots of lore about this world and its inhabitants. All text in this story is subject to change, and all depictions and artwork, as well as their text, are subject to change. Please don't steal anything. Thank you for taking your time to read this!

Hey! I'm currently writing a new version of this story that'll be called The War of Wicthwine(or something like that! haven't really found a good title for it yet). I might change the title to something like A Story of Wicthwineor Another War in Wicthwineor something-the-like. These titles are all similar because "Wicthwine" is the name of the world, and I will be including lots of the hidden lore of this story into the narrators' recounting of the events during the events that take place in a major war in this story's world.

If I make several stories and have a series of this going, I'll probably call it the Wicthwineseries, or even Magon Worldas it already is (for instance: War of Wicthwine: the Empire fallswith War of Wicthwine: New Kingdomsas its sequel, or as an alternative The Magon World: Fall of an Empirewith The Magon World: Hiraethas its sequel).

So anyways, there's going to be lots of revamping to go about, and a new story will be published here on Penana called whatever it's going to be called, but it will basically be the rewrite of this story. I hope I don't disappoint the people who've read this! Wish me luck.

The above note no longer holds true as of 2021.

DISCONTINUED. Last written: January 2017.

Wicthwine, the name that I’ve decided to call the world of The Thaumaturgists of Wicthwine (previously The Concept of the Magon World), is a lively, breathing world that I have been creating over the years. Thaumaturgistsis my favorite story to write, especially the hidden lore of the world, so I thought to share that lore in public.

This series will be explanations and stuff of how this world functions and what goes on in it. Whether the things be during The Thaumaturgists of Wicthwine'stime or not, that will be decided as I write. I might write about events directly before the story, or about events hundreds of years prior, but that all depends as I think up more ideas and write them down. Most everything I write in this series will be rough and disorganized, as it’s essentially notes for myself, so don’t expect there to be much other than lists and descriptions.

Also, here's a link to a Dropbox folder with my current depictions of the world.

Note: Everything here is subject to change,even if I’ve kept it for a long time or if I spent days or weeks making it. This project is for reference on the Thaumaturgistsstory, so please refrain from liking this story, although commenting and feedback is welcome. Thank you, and enjoy the project.

This isn't going to be a regular thing, just trying to let steam out. I've got problems, like everyone else, so why not share them in a fit of child-like manners? Everyone has their inner child tantrums, no exceptions. I want to speak my mind, and sometimes that mind is critical. Just a warning.

Well then, let's get this going...

My main cover for fiction is in the form of short stories, usually about one or two chapters each. My previous series was nice and all, but that’s from the first several years of my writing hobby. What I present now will hopefully be sharper and more honed than the previous short stories I’ve written.

Ratings may vary, so it’s PG-13 for now. Some might popup and be R-rated, but I'll give a disclaimer at the beginning of those short stories. Have a good reading.

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Since my main cover for fiction is writing short stories, I've decided to just compile them all in one large collection. Eventually, I'll have a good number of stories here, and they'll all be unrelated. Sometimes, though, I may write several related stories, in which case I may or may not identify, and other times I may write two chapters for a short story, in which case I would identify or imply thus.

Ratings may vary, and so this collection is rated PG-13 for such reasons. Have a good reading.

A little backstory (you don't have to read this to get the feel of the stories):

Erebus: the Battle for Paningardis a short story of a greater lore that I may or may not start writing in a year or two, considering all the other stories I have going currently.

Capsule 9560 #1was made because of an AMV called "In The Year 2525", found on YouTube.

A Dialogue: Everyone is a Someonewas inspired by my own thoughts on current events a while ago. I believe that no human being should be punished for things they didn't do, such as the Salem witch trials, and no human being should be bullied beyond disrepair. Yet, it happens, and the murderers and bullies live on as famous celebrities.

"Humanity at its Finest."was inspired by Ari-Ink98's story, Clone 1430.

A Bloody Tale of a Young Fighterwas inspired by GratedPvtchris's A Light in the Shadow of Darkness series. Warning: my reviews are the reviews equivalent of a fanboy. Good series when I read it.

Unconditional Lovewas inspired by a homily a priest at my church said, telling the same story except in the woman's eyes.

Gaiden Fortwas inspired by a dream I had. It's virtually how the dream went.

Hylophobiawas created from my own thoughts, just randomly thinking of things. I thought of a scenario of a bunkhouse with different people from different ethnic groups working at a bar and teahouse.

The Plane of Unexistingis (actually, was) how I depicted time travel working. I have now reconsidered my thoughts due to my brother's theory.

A Short Story of Soldiers in Terrorwas made partly because of dreams, but also current events at the time, books, and conversations.

A Dialogue of Assumptions... I really forget how I came up with this one. Just sat down and thought about a story.

A Short Story of a Boy and His Decision in Lovewas inspired by my lack of understanding how love even happens and how it works. Seriously, how does this emotion even happen? I can't even fabricate a thought on it. It doesn't make sense to me, but maybe that's just because it hasn't happened to me yet.

Shadows (and Faces)and (Shadows and) Faceswere inspired by creepypasta, folklore, etc. and was a story of four chapters until I fell into lack of inspiration to continue it. It is currently on FanFiction.net under Jonathan Jas.

A Very Short Story of Thoughtful Flowersis obviously about 9-11. The Earth cares about the dead, too. Not only those who died in 9-11, but those who die everyday.

A Cold Roomis a fanfiction of A Dark Room, sort of. A good game.

Use a Knife. . . ? When did I write this? ... Huh. I wrote this. I wrote this? ... Iwrote this?! Geez, 2bloody5me.

A Look Back on Things...2015. 'Nuff said.

日本人 IAAM 「Trust Troop」 -Dispatch XVII "sorE"is about a man writing a letter to family, then he's killed in combat and the soldier that killed him decides to try to apologize to the family being written to, and the letter was sent to the address of the family.

I Forgot to Mentionis about two identical men, with the same morals, physical looks, interests, etc., but they are treated vastly differently for dying in a certain shameful way.

For the last time, man...is about how stupid people can be.

Literal Languageis literally about the German language.

CO2 Problemsis something about the IAAM universe, I think.

Alone, alone, aloneis a short that is the product of boredom.

Weh... curry mash poe-tay-toes.is another thing about the IAAM universe... I think. It's the embodiment of America's arrogance, I'd like to think. (Or, at least, the not-so-great parts of America. Go 'Merica.)

If we get caughtis yet another part of the IAAM universe. Stay in school, kids.

DAADAAAAA!!:3

Nishimura-ue's Speech at Buzenis a sneak-peek into the Nishimura universe. Check it out on my Showcase page.

Matricesis to be interpreted by the reader.

We've dug this trench togetheris here to show the pointlessness of the Great War, World War I. Perhaps it is to show the pointlessness of war itself, or to show how history will continue to have war, or to show why there must be war, but that is to be interpreted by our reader.

The world is torn.

The world used to be a wonderful place. All kinds of animals you can't even imagine eating the greenest of plants. There were once even animals that lived in water.

Then humans came to the world. Humans were needy first, barely surviving, even worse off than we are today. Food was scarce, even scarcer than today. However, people weren't as fierce as they are today...

Humans achieved so much, producing more food than they could consume. They fed a little bit to animals, but that was to fatten the animals so they would have more food.

Eventually, human ambition and greed got the best of us. We used too much of the world's resources. They used to call this world 'Earth' once, you know? This brown stuff called dirt was everywhere. No, not the guy who stole my last jerrycan. Dirt was an asshole. I'm talking about this material, soft, like sand, yet sort of crunchy, but not as hard as bread. It could sprout up these plants of all sorts, green and everything. The kind of green you see on the Crocodiles' emblem, I think. That might still not be as green as plants from the old world, though. ... I'm going off topic, eh? Fine, fine.

Humans siphoned life from the water animals' homes and from the land animals' homes and from the dirt plants' homes. They saw that they used up too many resources, so they thought that if they use more, they can create a solution. Pretty stupid, right? That's like saying since I'm out of water, I should drink more water. Doesn't make sense, unless if you just killed a drifter and took their water...

You know what? The story of humans is a bit long. Long story short, eh? Humans used up everything and now we're stuck in this horrible world. Eleven thousand million people used to live here, now I can only see twenty or thirty in every camp or settlement, and never groups larger than fifteen roaming about. Thousand million? Never heard of that number? It's.. let's see... nine zeroes. Wow! I just realized that's a lot. Damn, people had it good back in the old world.

Anyways, now there's this world. The bastard world, the damned world, the world that people are robbed, raped, and killed in. Bandits and marauders run around like they can take anyone down, and with enough men, they can. We live in this crap world because we were greedy and stupid back in the old world. Back then, things were nice.

But now, it's an endless desert.

Hm? Oh! Whoops, meant unending desert. Eh, whatever, not like there's any enforcers around to make me say the right things.

[prologue]

DISCONTINUED. Last written: April 2015.

Join Aegrov Talisman in the distant future as he fights against an enemy strong enough to take a corner of the Milky Way galaxy and cause the extinction of an entire sentient species while enslaving another species. Watch him progress from an upper-class outcast to a fighter for freedom with his companions, the Manor alien-slave Ella, his sister Alician Talisman, Minor-Major Ramar, the mechanic Joies Card, the slave Dusk, the soldier Dawn, and the veteran Dorman Sickle.

Will Aegrov allow his defenses down when near his close friends, Ella, Joies, and Dawn? What will come of it? Will he allow a grudge against fellow Minor-Major Ramar judge his actions in battle? Will he risk his life to save a slave such as Dusk? What can he learn from a war veteran like Dorman? Can he protect his sister, Alician? Discover it all in this story with mistakes!

Okay, so this story came about in my freshman year of high school (I'm a senior now) and I winged it as I went on in the story. It's kind of jumbled. There may be errors in it somewhere, but I can take care of that if you point them out. I'm thinking of doing an entire revamp of the story, which will take a while. Bear with me please, will ya?

I was once into poetry and I was bad at it, too. Part 2.

Miser, O Miser! Ye can't try to live So much as forgive!

Miser, Miser, Miser! I lost myself then, Please forgive me my sin!

Here, Miser! I thought you were wiser Than to drink from a fire!

A story about a man who was greedy and stole everything and anything he found of value, only spending the coin when he was required. He hadn't even paid his taxes.

He gives 'food' to the poor, and the poor, over a course of several generations, creates a mighty kingdom that forgets the man's gift. Who even tells the story of this man, if he's dead? Does he have any family? Friends? Employees? ... Employers?

How did he die?Was it an angry homeowner, or perhaps that homeowner's jealous wife, who wanted the greedy (then giving) man's wealth?

The answers are here. Mostly.

I was once into poetry and I was bad at it, too.

I can usually summarize my dreams in a few sentences. Although there are the few that I see vividly, there are many dreams I have (regular dreams and daydreams alike) that are very vague in detail. With these dreams, I usually discard them. However, I've thought of just putting a few ramblings on here for others to read. A little note: my dreams range from peacefulness to bloodiness to strange puzzles that I've to solve. They can be, at the very least, confusing. Such is the way of the subconscious.

This is no Broken Scenes. No, this is not any detailed description of my dreams (although some dreams may be vivid enough for good details), and in this series I actually explain what I think of the dream, both facts unlike the chapters I've read from the aforementioned collection/series.

So, really, this is not me just showing you my dreams, but rather explaining what I think of them, and if they show any significance to struggles and moments that happen during my daily life. Usually, a dream means something (it's both theologically and scientifically accepted as so).

Heh, sorry for the long introduction... well, without further delay, read on.