Chapter 1 – The Unlikely Apprentice
“Ah,” Aeloria smiled, “but the name ‘Dofantasy’ already carries a promise. You have been chosen because your heart knows the language of wonder, even if your tongue does not.”
'We were never heroes, you and I,' the Architect said, standing up. He moved with a fluidity that belied his age, pistons in his legs hissing. 'We were survivors. And now, I am a god in a machine world. You could have joined me. We could have ruled this city.' fernando dofantasy
The city of New Aires didn't sleep; it just passed out in the gutter and woke up in a cold sweat. Fernando DoFantasy stared out the window of his 40th-floor office, watching the smog curl around the spires of the corporate towers like a sick animal. He adjusted the cuffs of his trench coat, the synthetic fabric rustling like dead leaves. He was a 'Retrieval Specialist'—a fancy term for a bounty hunter with a license to kill and a pension plan. But tonight, his thoughts were far from the job. They were on the past, on a woman named Elena, and on the heavy rain that hammered the glass like a fist demanding entry.
When Morvath confronted Fernando in the citadel’s grand hall, the twin moons flared, casting twin beams of silver light onto the parchment in Fernando’s hands. Morvath hissed, “Give me your quill, child of fantasy, and I shall write the end of all tales.” Chapter 1 – The Unlikely Apprentice “Ah,” Aeloria
Chapter 5 – The Legacy of Dofantasy
Fernando’s journey into the world of illustration began during his early years, influenced by contemporary fashion photography and classic print media from the 1980s and 90s. Over time, his style evolved from traditional hand-drawn experiments during his college years to a more sophisticated blend of digital and manual techniques. 'We were survivors
'Just a little improvisation,' Fernando said, raising the Judge with his good arm. 'Your army listens to your voiceprints. Right now, they're hearing a command to walk into the incinerator.'