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CTCA will be doing our first event/con appearance at this years Tampa Bay Comic Con which has been moved to the 75k sq. ft Tampa convention center. We will have a booth up promoting a Kickstarter campaign that will be launched prior to the event. There will be promotional merch and the ability to speak with the design team about the app, the campaign, or anything related. We have some fancy digital publishing projects cooking and are exited to get some community feedback at the event. Hope to see you there!
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The Promise

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It's been a while we know, but CTCA is still around and definitely working, working more than ever before. We are soon to produce something that we think will represent the work we do and the goals we have. Hopefully the community here will enjoy it as much as we do and we can use resources like deviantart to connect on a more personal level with fans of the work.
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A story is simply a collection of thoughts. Everyone has thoughts and everyone can come up with stories, but to be an artist in the field of storytelling; one must be fluid, creative, and even charismatic. These qualities plus a jumble of good words create worlds. These worlds are made to draw individuals in, the owner of an idea or concept that creates a world portrays his thoughts through art; allowing a third party to absorb their thoughts and immerse themselves in the creator's world.       There are millions of good stories out there; in today's society just having a good story will not cut it. You need a plan. There is a business aspect to turning thoughts into words which will then be traded for revenue.      

Confidence- Confidence is a tightrope at its basis. Those who walk the line properly can capitalize on success using just a faith in their own ability. Over confidence leads to a lack of recognition when an individual lacks experience.  

Strictly on the business aspect of the product, it's not about the product itself or what the product (a story) entails; but what it can do. First let's look at what separates a large franchise from a simple story. Among other things, something that plays a huge role is vastness, the ability to branch off and add your own thoughts or speculations to a story brings a reader closer, and the character's lives become a small part of theirs ( the readers).  

Vastness was the idea behind "Sagas". A non-changeable clever story can create a masterpiece-something that goes down in history as a classic; but to create something that can branch out into an empire one would need a product with the ability to expand. The Sagas universe is essentially every inch of space, every dimension, every time zone. Every thought an individual can have IS placed into the world of sagas somewhere, somewhere in the Ether. The Ether represents everything that can will or has ever existed.
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The Kidnap

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INTRODUCTION    


The first person account of Aidan Sun's kidnap, from the planet Ries; where
Aidan and his brother Artemis have grown up together. From this point his adventures will
begin. Adventures that will take him all over the Ether.

This is more of a teaser for a story than anything else, as the Agency doesn't plan to produce any regular novels. We will be introducing the stories in multiple different ways, but any feedback for these little samples and concept art may help us direct how we present certain information in the future.


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The most important thing to note about Aidan is his ocular ability, the Devils
Eyes. Multiple stories surround the legend of the Devil, a being said to exist
before all others. When existence came into being, the Devil could no longer
exist. This was said to be due to his own tampering with the dimensions and
realms. As a result he had to split his consciousness into parts. The Devil stored
himself in his body parts and disbursed this energy throughout the Ether. This
caused entire planets to pop up as devil users, possessing a specific limb or body
part of the devil, and an ability associated.

The eyes that Aidan possessed, passed down from his mother, gave him the
ability to see in a way that the brain can't comprehend naturally. He has the
ability to filter through reality seeing everything, from frequencies to the
chemical makeup of whatever he is observing. He can filter through reality
removing light, sound, etc... Essentially, Aidan's mind instant comprehends
whatever is around him and his eyes are used to observe those things however
he would like. More efficient than having infrared, X-ray, and any other form of
mapping/tracking system. He sees what the first being saw.




*           *          *


Artemis and I gathered multiple edibles from our harvest, any that were
ready to be picked or cut. We lived secluded, hidden fairly deep within the only
living forest on the planet. Our home had only one red star which wrapped the
tiny planet in a constant sunset, the sky a constant dim red. I remember Artemis
saying,


"We continue to grow their crops every day because we know they will
return right?" Referring to our parentals, whom had been gone for at least two
years at this point. I found Artemis' question to be humorous.


"No," I chuckled, "we continue to grow the crops because we have to eat.
But we do hope they return."


This was right before we filled our giant knapsacks with an assortment of
fruits and vegetables that grew from the rich soil our parents had cared for over
decades. The only real soil on the entire Red Planet. Knowing that we had the
only access to a surplus of food anywhere, my family took it upon ourselves to
bring the leftovers to the humanoids clinging to life at outskirts of the lush red
forest surrounding our small house. My mother used to tell us that if we stopped
aiding the people of that planet, we would end up alone here. Once the bags
were stuffed, they were at least three times larger than Artemis and myself, and
well over three times heavier. It would be enough to feed all 34 villagers when
added to their own small harvests. We carried a giant bags of provisions, one
each, up a path that twined through the forest like a sine wave to the edge of the
forest. Which sat atop a hill, a good 10 body lengths above the village built
below. We remained silent the entirety of the walk, I remember because I
thought it was strange; I could feel something was out of place.


"You feel that?" I asked Artemis. "There are a lot of visitors, and it seems
like they found the village."


"Yea, the air stinks. Should we keep our guard up?" Artemis asked just
before him and I stepped out of the forest's shade into view of the village. The
dark coat provided by the canopy ceased to shadow us and we entered the dim
red glow of the open, right as Artemis closed his eyes so they could adjust to the
light I answered.


"Yes."  


As our eyes adjusted we were taken by surprise. We stood at the edge of
a steep hill just before the town. Just beyond the town were three large
spaceships. Each with a large cockpit and a circular hull that towered over the
small temporary home structures of the natives to my planet. The ships
appeared to be giant metal bugs, lifeless and hollow. The ground level was of an
elevation much lower than where Artemis and I stood, we could see the entire
landscape. The people were being attacked by soldiers in black uniforms, each
wearing the same helmet made mostly of a very circular black tinted glass or
crystal. The soldiers had the appearance of bug-men; wearing all black reflective
suits that matched perfectly with their helmet. It seemed possible that they may
have even been some strange species, and it wasn't suits we saw, but skin. But
my eyes told me different. Their movements were regular but they held weapons
of power. This gave them an edge over anyone unarmed. Screams could be
heard below as people were being attacked and dragged away by the armed
men.


"I think they see us." I pointed out.


"Why do you say tha-" before Artemis even finished his question a high
pitched screech went off which pulled his attention in its direction.


A soldier was kneeling with a smoking metal cylinder over his shoulder.
It was the sound of a missile eating the air as it sped toward us. In a split second
we each dropped our bags and leaped toward the town. The projectile made
contact with the ground right in between where the two of us had been
standing. Exploding, creating large chunks of debris made from earth, rock, and
fruit guts. Artemis and I didn't need words, we knew what had to be done. As
soon as we landed on the flat rooftops my brother and I spread out in an
attempt to help all the people if it were possible.


I approached the edge of the rooftop that broke my fall and peered over
the edge. There was a two body length drop into a group of soldiers who hadn't
noticed me yet.


"Two, four, six, eight." I whispered to myself while counting their
numbers. I jumped off of the rooftop above the men, leaned forward into a flip
with one leg outstretched toward the sky. As I fell, momentum carried my leg
down like a tree trunk right onto an unlucky soldiers shoulder. That was my
first time hearing so many "sounds of combat" at one time. Nearly every bone he
had broke, he cried aloud, and every other soldier was actually so surprised they
gasped at the same time, stunned. The sounds of combat, although grotesque
and a little stomach-churning, seemed to have no effect on my mental clarity in
battle even then. Before the soon to be dead soldier even fully hit the ground I
was moving ahead with my next attack. I dashed out with my fist shoulder-level
ready to be thrown, as though it were a rock in a slingshot. Once again
momentum did most of my work, I had dashed out so quickly the soldiers could
hardly keep up, let alone react.


I extended my fist just in time for it to make contact with the front part of
the soldier's helmet like a bullet the size of a fist. Penetrating the helmets face
guard with little resistance my knuckles met his cheek. His neck snapped and
cheek shattered simultaneously under the force, a force that continued to carry
his body clear off the ground. Pulling a one-eighty, arm still extended and
hearing a soldier approaching from behind, I crouched and swooped my fist,
bending at the elbow, forming and uppercut which met the soldiers chin. We
both left the ground; I didn't go nearly as high. All of our speed was transferred
to the head of the soldier, smashing the lower portion of his helmet. Looking at
the remaining five soldiers it was obvious that my ruthless few second assault
and the death of three in the group so quickly struck fear in the invaders;
because they didn't attempt to attack me after that. After years of sparing with
my father and brother, I was surprised by how fragile these soldiers were.


"Why are you here?!" I tried to sound as demanding as possible.


"You may be the one Leader is looking for." One of the soldiers
responded.


"What are you talking about? Who is Leader?"


This time I received no answer, without turning their backs they slowly
began backing away. I wouldn't follow them because something else had caught
my attention in the distance just beyond them. The ships had begun to open
toward the sky. A figure emerged from each, I couldn't tell exactly what they
looked like from the distance but they certainly were not soldiers. I had a sense
of unease before I even activated my ocular ability, thinking about what I saw
after I really looked at those men sends a shiver down my spine now. Their
energy filled to the sky, seemingly infinite, they were literally pulling energy
right out of the earth they stood on. Through a very sensitive almost thermal
vision, their energies looked like fire engulfing the land for as far as I could see;
spread across the surface, burning right at the life energy of the planet.
Devouring it and extending all the way into the skies.


Stunned, I probably gave up too much time observing the raw power of
these monsters. All three figures had left their ships and disappeared behind the
makeshift homes that separated their ships and myself. As I regained my wit I
pinpointed Artemis' location; something I was only able to do with no training thanks
to the "devils" eyes, a bloodline limit passed to me from my mother. I knew we had to
reunite, we were in over our heads with these guys. I didn't know my feet were
bound. One of the casters on the ship had manipulated the earth beneath me. I
was knee deep in the ground because it had been elevated up to my knees. He
trapped me, and obviously didn't know about my eyes, I adapted quickly thanks
to them. Although I had never even seen energy manipulation before, I could
tell just by looking at the earth -at a subatomic level, a perk of the ocular ability- what
had been done to the structure, my eyes told me exactly what he did. Using my
own energy, I reversed that change and the ground lowered from around my
knees, flat.


As soon as the ground returned, just as I was about to make haste toward
my brother, I heard clapping. Once again I was frozen, this time not because of
some technique but through fear. I had never felt such a pressure, Im still not
sure if that pressure was self produced or by control of that man. My mother
had taught me to objectively observe and control my emotions so well.


"Well done. Elemental manipulation is not a very common knowledge
among individuals living on poverty stricken planets." The previously hooded
figure had entered through the dark in-between of two houses.


His face revealed a very pale skin, bald head, and a blue symbol printed
on his face. The marking began at his chin and stretch up the right side of his
face to the top of his forehead. His pupils where white as snow, giving the
impression that he was blind.


"You have the eyes of the Devil boy. Are you here to help or defy
Leader?" I didn't understand his question, there was no response. The man let
off a grin and began to crack his neck.


"Like you my eyes are different. I can see into multiple different realms, a
perk of becoming a Sage under Leader," he continued.


"I don't know who Leader is, but his first impression hasn't done a good
job of making me want to help."


That comment didn't sit well with the Sage. He extended his arm as if
demanding that I halt, "enough chat, Leader would like to meet you." As he
finished the sentence his "halt" hand became more of a "choke" hand sign, and
the assault began.


I could instantly see the elements around me being manipulated, but my
reaction time was not quick enough to hinder the attack. The air itself became
incredibly dense and violently smacked my face, like a solid invisible paddle.
Simultaneously, the ground beneath my feet tilted to a slight angle, throwing me
off balance and off my feet. Just as I hit the floor, the ground caved in, leaving
me to fall into a two body-length sized hole filled with a liquid. As soon as my
head went under, the top of the hole froze over. Left to drown with no options I
used this time to calm down and think. I could see the chemical structure of the
frozen liquid, mimic'ing the sage I made an attempt to melt the ice by adding
energy to it but he was keeping it frozen from above. The icecap changed shape
and a large thorn formed from ice which stretched toward me like a growing
drill. Bracing myself with my arms, the tip of the deadly ice cone speared right
into my forearm. Having direct contact between my body and the ice made it
easy to send energy surging into the chemical structure of the ice, causing it to
almost explode. I took my opportunity of escape as it presented itself.


The moment I emerged, before my optic nerve could even paint a picture
for my brain, I could feel something big headed my way. As soon as my bearings
returned, which was only an instant later, I was introduced to a massive sphere
of physical visible energy. The ball was about the size of my torso and moving
incredibly fast, making contact with my stomach before I could even tell what it
was; faster than the soldiers missile traveled even. On contact the sphere began
to grow like a rolling snowball. The energy was incredibly dense and the initial
impact nearly knocked me unconscious. Density became size as the technique
continued on its slight parabola upward. I held my arms out, wrapped around
this mythical ball of energy as though it were an air bound boulder who's
trajectory I hoped to stop. Struggling to plant my feet into the ground and stop
the raw energy from carrying me to my death I dug my heels into the earth, but
the energy continued on, ploughing my feet through the soil, leaving tracks. The
sphere had now grown to triple my size and I could no longer keep my feet
planted. Lifted off of the ground I could see the sage sitting atop one of the roofs
with his legs crossed, seeming amused. He clenched his open palm, setting off
some kind of trigger within the technique. The energy released in an explosion,
while still in contact from cheek to foot with my body. The explosion devastated
the land. Everything within a 10 body-length radius was demolished. Leaving a
small desolate field and a figure laying in the center unconscious. Me.
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To the Artists

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As we work with more artists through the website we will hold onto each portfolio and even if we don't contact you initially, you may receive an email asking for some commission work somewhere down the line, and hopefully when that time comes you will still have the time to dedicate to the Agency that you did when you sent your portfolio.
I personally would like to reply to each artists that connects with us, because the only reason we don't work with nearly everyone is because we simply couldn't afford it. So allow this to be my response if we cannot get back to you. And don't be surprised if we make it back to you in the future.  
Thank you to all who have presented your work, and hopefully we will have some collaboration artwork that a deviant brought to life up on our page within two weeks.
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