Prologue: Creation
ganta carefully shaped his island, giving it steep mountains on the western side, covering them with thick forests.
Classics
ganta groaned and shoved him over while he thought. ganta had john pinned, but this time john didn't even move. "aww why do you gotta hate on classic rock?" "that's not the point, i hate your singing."
Madness?
ganta grumbled and turned his head back and continued reading, john couldn't help but get up and peer over ganta's shoulder; ganta tried to ignore him but it was hard. john reached his hand down and activity corrected the book.
Flicker Away
ganta took a deep breathe and smiled. out of no where, john showed up and looked at him from behind, a look of playful anger. "ganta!" he yelled out. ganta straightened his poster and turned around, retaining the cold voice he normally used.
Israed's Will - Chapter 2
Then one day brent mckinney came to them holding a ancient artifact known as a seal of ganta, one of the boundary seals on the legendary lost tomb of the last great god-king of the empire of the mark, rahj al-ghar.
Israed's Will -chapter 1
"this...this is one of the 13 seals of ganta, is it not?" she stared at him, dreading what his answer would be.
Chapter one: Conflict
She drew in a breath and held it, clapping her palms together twice and thinking a prayer to ganta for that sunrise. a small ceramic bell sounded, lettign her know that breakfast would be ready at her request.
A Rough Passage To The Surface
I hadn't felt this much strain since my first hunt, when i'd ripped off the head of a ganta beast with my bare claws...