David is a kind young boy that gets sent to another world in the middle of the night. Follow David's journey through stories and timelines as he is not just the narrorator or a mob but a Hero hiding in the story.

this is just a book im reading and need the audio function! so dont waste time here im already in chapte 55 or something

ARRIVING at the audition set, Astrid was amazed by what he saw.  It was inside a cave.  The place didn't appear like a normal cave.  Because instead of rock formations, what he saw were crystal formations.  It's truly beautiful.  For a moment he just stood there and stared.
The scene he was going to audition was the moment when the band of heroes finally found the sleeping god and woke him up.  This set perfectly described the place the main cast found the sleeping god.  
They continued walking forward.  There were lights around, probably put up by the crew.  So, it was easy for them to walk.  The production assistant was the one leading them.  They stopped when they arrived at a lake.  There were three crew members already waiting for them.
Astrid looked at the lake.  Because of the crystal formations around and also the slightly dark lighting, the lake water looked dark blue.  At the center of it was a rectangular crystal slab with crystal roses surrounding it.  
He quickly recognized the crystal slab.  It was where the 'god' was sleeping.  But really, this whole set was really beautiful.  It's like they were already ready to film the scene.  
"Have you prepared the cameras and the holographic device?" the director asked the three crew members there.
Astrid was curious as to why there's a need for a holographic device.  But somehow, he already had an idea on why.  If his guess was correct, then it made sense why he had to audition at exact set of the scene he was about to act.  It seemed that Director Trevane truly wanted him to pass this audition.
He couldn't disappoint him, now could he?
The crew members who had been staring at the black-haired teenager quickly took back their gazes.  One answered the director quickly, just in case the other scolded them for staring at the teenager too much.  That was certainly something Director Trevane would do.
"Yes, Director, everything is ready."
Daniel turned to the teenager.  "Are you ready?"
"Yes, Director," Astrid answered with no hesitation.
Daniel was very satisfied with Astrid's answer.  "Then let's start."  He nodded at one of the crew members.  That crew member pushed some kind of button on the wall and a bridge appeared that connected to the crystal slab.  "You can walk there now.  When I call 'action', you can begin then."    
Astrid nodded.  He turned to Reas who had been silent this whole time.  He saw that his brother was rigid all over.  He could immediately tell that he was nervous for him.  He felt amused.  
So, he playfully punched Reas' shoulder and grinned at him.  Silently telling him that he got this.
Then Astrid walked over the bridge.  When he reached the crystal slab, he got on it and laid down.  He closed his eyes and sunk himself into the role.
"Action!"
The moment the director shouted that, Astrid heard conversations.
"It's Lord Aether!  He's really here.  We finally found him!"
"All our hardship, it was not in vain."
"This is not the time to celebrate.  We should wake the lord first."
"Let's do it.  Let's wake the lord from his slumber."
Hearing these, Astrid immediately recognized them as the lines that were spoken by the main cast after they discovered the god – Aether's body in the cave.  
The voices he heard was kind of mechanical and lacked emotions.  Just like one of those narrators in an audio-book.  That's why he knew that these voices did not come from the actors and actresses who were supposed to be part of this scene.
These voices must come from the holographic device.  The director probably wanted him to be more immersed in the scene, so he brought him to this set and even put-up hologram characters to interact with him.  
He wasn't sure if this was just how auditions were in this era.  But, frankly speaking, he'd rather prefer the old school way.  At least he wouldn't be distracted by these mechanical voices.  
But he's a professional.  He could ignore the disturbing voices of these holograms.
So, when he heard the last line, he knew that the next scene would be him opening his eyes.  He counted the seconds and when he knew it was time, he slowly opened his eyes.
Daniel, who was watching everything on the virtual screen that was connected to small cameras floating around, was thoroughly surprised when saw the emotions that flashed in those pair of black eyes the moment they opened.  
At first, they were filled with pure innocence, like a newborn baby.  Then, as if realizing where he was and what kind of situation he was in, those eyes were slowly filled with bitter sadness.  He could even see the underlying anger and helplessness.
This was something beyond the capabilities of a newcomer.  Acting with only a pair of eyes, that was something even some veteran actors and actresses couldn't do.
He couldn't help but stared at the screen with more focus.  He wanted to see more of this boy's acting.
Astrid slowly sat up and looked around him.  Sure enough, he saw five holograms standing around the lake.  They didn't have any facial features.  Just blank canvases that talked which was pretty creepy.  If not for his self-control, he might have already lost focus.  
None of that showed on his face.  Instead, he gave off this kind of holy indifference.  Even though he was just sitting there, it felt like he was standing at the highest peak while looking down at mere mortals.  Anyone who was looking at him right now couldn't help but want to kneel down on their knees and worship him.    
"Lord Aether!" one of the holograms shouted.  "Please, help us save the continent!"
"And so, you woke me up from my slumber," Astrid said with no emotion, not really addressing anyone.
He slowly glanced towards the one who spoke.  He still appeared apathetic.  But when his gaze landed on the hologram, he suddenly smiled.  Smiling as if he was looking at a child who didn't know anything.  
"But my child, I couldn't do anything to save this continent."  He then looked at each and every hologram.  And then he raised his head, as if waiting for something, or rather someone, to come.  "Yes, only you can do this."
"And cut!"


He just became the newly-crowned movie emperor when he died a tragic (actually, very stupid) death. On his way to cross the NaiHe bridge, he managed to evade Meng Po and not drink her soup. Thus keeping the memories of the life that he just had.

But he would never have imagined that he would be reincarnated hundreds of thousands of years later. In the Interstellar era! If it happened to other guys, they would definitely want to be a mecha warrior. Don't most men dream of that at least once in their life? But sadly, that's not for him. 

There's only one goal in his mind - to be the number one star in the Interstellar era.

With the knowledge and skills he got from his past life, he would definitely achieve it.

But who was this annoying person who kept on pestering him?

A certain prince smiled in a scary and crazy way: Cook food for me or else die.

= a few months later = 

A certain prince leaned over and moved his face closer: I don't need food, I could just eat you.

A bad tempered yandere gong X a reincarnated movie emperor shou

*NaiHe bridge - a bridge that souls crossed to enter reincarnation
**Meng Po - the lady on the Naihe bridge who gives out soup that lets the souls forget their memories, thus entering the cycle of reincarnation in a clean slate.

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After a lot of work and a lot of rides, Hanwoojin was able to relax.  That's because it remained close to the next two weeks until the day the Tokyo Open began.  It wasn't even clear whether he was still present.  In many ways physically and mentally
 It was a good time to lose strength.

 Still staying in the Squad building.  At the end of the season, I had to maintain the minimum tension even though I could afford it.  Han Woo-jin was sitting on the couch in the audio-visual room and watching a video.  It was a recording of the major tournament, the Australian Open, held last year.

 Someone touched his ear while he was still focusing on the screen.  It was a gentle touch that did not irritate the wound.

 "I'm still."

 Hanwoojin's ears stopped to move as I said, and there was something falling.  The ball was hit in the final of the Shenzhen Open.  The touch of cool air has been transmitted from the exposed skin.

 "How are you?"

 When I turned my head, Shin Se-yeon's face was in front of me.  He shrugged his shoulders and answered.  In fact, the pain disappeared about two days ago.  If you do not know that I was attached to a little frustrating.

 "I am perfectly fine.  You're not too bulleted, are you too worried? "
 "If your eardrum is injured, the problem gets bigger.  Even though you were beaten, you poured it. "

 As she said, shortly after he was hit by Max's body shot, it was a pretty bad goal.  The red, swollen, swollen lesions seemed to have occurred.  Three days after the tournament, I lived with an ice pack in my ear.  I can't stop the pain
 How many times did Arthur sleep?

 "I wasn't even able to practice…  . "
 "Would you just let it go and hear what I told you?  I don't just want to leave it. "
 "That's right."

 Exercising on a topic that emphasizes hard training dries.  The former director's style was.  If you always want to drive the players hard and show signs of injuries, you can see them like a ghost and drive them off the court.

 If Han Woo-jin was hitting the ball from the court with his ears swollen, there was also a way to blow a blow to the other ear.  I thought it was a wise choice to take a break.

 'Max Muller.'

 An unpleasant name came to mind.  He picked up a cup of paper that he had put on the table in front of the sofa and caught cold water.  German ranker who was personally defective.  One slug that entered the optimal timing that day stretched Max's wrist ligament.

 "…  Max said it's season out now? "
 "Yes, my last injury was a bit off.  I'm going to take a break for the time being. "

 Ligaments were difficult to heal because of their own recovery.  Perhaps a monthly break is necessary.  In some cases, they could not regain the skills they had before the injury.

 Well, to be honest, it wasn't al far there.  Han Woo-jin had no apparent compassion for Max, who had a clear malign.  I thought it was causal retribution, and I wanted to change my personality.

 The call came to the quiet audio-visual room after two people watched three games.  Shin Se-yeon, who was sitting near the extension phone, answered.

 "Yes, it is an audio-visual room."

 She raised her tone.  There was only one person within the squad who could know where they were in real time.  It was a phone call from Sang-Sik Jeon.

 "…  Okay.  I'll go right now. "

 The call was not long.  Maybe the former director called the two.

 "What happen?"

 Until yesterday, he told him to rest on the court to practice.  There was no reason for a sudden convocation in this way.  Shin Se-yeon caused the body by turning off the TV with the remote control.

 "You are here?  I think I should go first. "


 * * *


 The two men who visited the director's office were able to meet an unexpected figure.  Speaking of sports broadcasting, it was person whom anyone could associate with.  Park Sung-jin, Korea's No. 1 sports commentator, was there.

 "Yes!  Nice to meet you, Hanwoojin!  I can't feel so good when I see the faces I saw only with the camera! "
 "Nice to meet you."

 As soon as I reached out my hand, a muggy texture wrapped around my palm.  A little sweaty, unique hand was a characteristic of an older man.  Han Woo-jin was embarrassed to see Park Sung-jin, who was overly welcoming.

 'Why are you so glad?'

 There was no personal acquaintance.  Although the player's position, I knew how much Park Sung-jin was.  He is one of the first narrators in the Korean sports industry.  When called, the viewer swelled like a balloon.  Listening only
 Even if the taste and the voice was a good person.

 Will such a person like you?  Hanwoojin was surprising.  He looked at his shaking hands.  I was for the director.

 What's wrong with you?  When the eyes were put on, the ceremony shook his head with a dreadful expression.  He didn't know why either.

 "Let's sit down.  As I grew older, my book became very bad.  Let the owner sit on your subject.  Isn't that right?
 "What's new again, Seong-jin.  Who has come and gone since I was active. "

 Sang-Shin did not refuse Park's gestures despite his grueling.  He had a personal acquaintance and was a senior in the industry.  His name is naturally attached.

 The story didn't start until four people were divided and sitting on the couch.  Hanwoojin, who was surprised by the sudden hospitality, also recovered his original casual face.  I wouldn't know if I was quite a big guy, but it was great that Park was a commentator.

 Park Sung-jin opened his mouth.  He had an exciting face and brought up the topic he brought today.

 "Han Woo-jin, are you interested in broadcasting?"
 "Broadcast…  What program are you talking about? "

 There were many kinds of broadcasts.  There were many roles such as documentaries, interviews and guests.  Of course, there is a limit to the role that sports player Hanwoo Jin can enter, but it was obvious that it was not enough to guess.

 Park did not hesitate to speak.  There seemed to be no concealment of the program being planned.

 "It's going to be a program that talks about tennis in general.  I became the host this time, but I couldn't think of a lineup without missing Han Woo-jin. "
 "I don't know the exact topic.  I'm not good at talking around…  . "
 Hanwoojin, once humbled, could recall a fact that he did not realize.  There are only two conditions for a player to be treated in the world of sports.  You have the skills or the skills.  And he won the second ATP Tour Cup in Korea.
 He was a contender.  The reason for being invited to the program was overflowing in the garage.

 'I'll be picking you up like me.'

 Park interpreted the story with a slightly embarrassed face.  It seemed that Hanwoojin interpreted that he had negative thoughts about the appearance.

 "It might be a bit boring for a young player, but I think it will mean something.  First, Kim Hyung-soo also decided to appear, and it's also an opportunity to spread the tennis that is getting smaller in Korea. "

 However, it was the former director or Shin Se-yeon who was moved by Park's passionate persuasion.  Unlike Hanwoojin, who is just listening to it, it was because he had a good grasp of Korea's poor tennis infrastructure.

 But they did not open their mouths.  This was the player's choice.  The broadcast was an out-of-season activity.  There was also the risk of hitting a candle in a competition where you had to follow that schedule and concentrate.

 Han Woo-jin was silent for a while.  He weighed what he gained and lost by appearing on the air.

 'You can't rest well, but…  It's not a long schedule.  I notice how the director wants to appear. '

 He was not without the desire to appear on TV.  It is hard to know which one is heavy because of a mixture of craving and annoyance.  In the end the option was tilted in one direction.

 "I'll do that program."
 "Five!  I think so well.  It looks like I'm squeezing my face, but I'm not so often the moderator! "

 As soon as acceptance fell, Park Sung-jin shook Hanwoo-jin's hand on the table.  Maybe because it was just holding tight, the wet texture even made me feel a bit dry.  He nodded with a sullen expression.

 "Ah yes.  Please treat me well."

 But the story on the subject was there.


 An hourless chatter was enough to leave Hanwoojin's soul away.  He left the director's office, half leaning on Shin Se-yeon.  If you are used to bullying, you can't get used to it.
 There was no partner.

 As he left the room, two middle aged men laughed loudly.

 "Is that so good?  It's very kidnapping, grab it. "
 "Yumma.  Have you ever been a rookie that Hanwoojin is as excited as her?  The ATP champions are the twenty-seven or eight of them.  I just brought it to twenty-three.  Doesn't it look exciting now ?! "
 "Please calm down.  I don't run away if I don't turn my eyes up like that.  By the way, who do you think the program is?  I'm planning to hear my head rolling up here. "

 A tennis program that takes advantage of Hanwoojin's fame, who is floating in the sky.  Maybe it's going to be a talk?  You're going to star in Kim Hyung and attract established fans, and attract young viewers as a signboard.

 "Oh, this?  Ha Jung-woo CP, there is a decent guy on the MBS Sports side.  Hanwoojin, at the same time, was able to see the true value.
 "I didn't know recently because the station didn't go well.  It's reliable if you say so, what's the date?  If next week, I would like to put a history. "
 "Oh, it's this Saturday.  Isn't it time? "

 Park Seong-jin gathered her hair with a sad face.  Although Hanwoojin attracted attention by winning the ATP Tour, Choi Yeon-hyuk was a player who could be even higher based on the rankings.  If you win the British Challenger League,
 Entering King 80.

 Unfortunately, this time was not the right time.  Arrival is Sunday, even if the plane is finished at the end of the final.  The ceremony shook his head from side to side.

 "Hou, I can't help it.  This time, Han Woo-jin is satisfied with one player. "
 "Hey, so old and so greedy.  If Hyung-jin and Woo-jin enter, and there's no one in Korea, there's no one in Korea.  What on earth are you supposed to do as a moderator? "
 "Oh, I almost forgot.  Where are you going to send you, Hanwoojin and Choi Yeon-hyuk? "

 The ceremony opened its eyes wide.  I didn't say that I didn't know how to bring out a topic.  Park stared at him with a face that seemed to be caught.  Before answering, he would not retire.

 'Do you have any reason to hide it?'

 I thought there was no reason to hide.  What do you think is the secret of all the top three Korean rankings participating in the Tokyo Open?  The ceremony opened its mouth shut for a while.

 "I plan to export it to the Tokyo Open.  So I told them to accumulate points a little bit, and fortunately it's pretty smooth. "

 Han Woo-jin achieved his goal by winning the Shenzhen Open, and Choi Yeon-hyuk will reach the goal point if he wins the current competition.  Only by this trend could three Koreans make their name on the ATP500 stage.

 Park's reaction was strange.  He shut his mouth for a while with a hardened face.  Even the former director, who was watching, looked so stuffy.

 "What is it?  Why did your face look as soon as I heard the Tokyo Open sound? "
 "…  Yes, you don't know yet. "

 No matter how wide the former manager was, the news could not be faster than he was at the top of the sports press.  Park Sung-jin was able to find out whether or not the overseas ranker appeared faster than anyone in Korea.

 And he knew.  Just a few days ago, it was the name of the monster who expressed his intention to participate in the Tokyo Open.

Thirty-three years old. A talentless tennis player for NK company with an unsuccessful career, Han Woo Jin. No matter how hard he tried, there was a limit to how much he could accomplish. Eventually, when the day for him to quit tennis had finally arrived, he was sent back ten years to the past with a system…

You can find the previous chapter at myoniyonitranslation but because they are dropped the story i will mtled the story xd

This text has 925 words. I also have decided to use this place at the beginning only for the word count and the source of inspiration if I got directly inspired by something.
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The Narrator looked at his completed tasks. In a space that seemed infinite, but also finite, there were 16 Balls. But that doesn't explain much The Narrator thought, so he changed the narration.
The Narrator looked at his completed tasks. In a space that seemed infinite, but also finite, there were a total of 16 Spheres. Some of the spheres were close together while some others touched, some were large some were small. Yea way better.
One of the pairs of spheres that were close together suddenly moved. If one looks closely one would notice that both spheres were in fact worlds. Those worlds had their story flow paused as they were not narrated. The story of both were nearly completely the same with only minor differences and one large. The large difference was that when The Narrator narrated them, he used different languages. The same was true of the other pair that was close together.
There were three spheres that touched each other. Hm… I have to increase the spatial dimensions of this space sometime in the future, currently its 3 dimensional and can only support 12 touching spheres… The Narrator thought.
There were three spheres that touched each other, their worlds were fused. While they could exist without each other, they would have no true story flow.
Then The Narrators view switched to two specific spheres. Hm… I should explain the exact "view" more The Narrator thought, so he changed the narration.
Then The Narrators view that was Omniscience within this specific space |Suddenly a being of higher authority interrupts and changes The Narrators narration| (As in The Narrator knows everything about what is in this space, but that was it. It does not know what is outside of it.) focused on two specific spheres. Both spheres were smaller than the others, but they were as important as them. The first of them contained not a world, but two regions. This sphere was around 3.5 times smaller than the average of the other spheres.
The first region had 6 spheres each containing a concept, the newest one of them contained the concept for this narration. The second region contained two spheres. Those spheres did not contain concepts but also not worlds. They contained the story flow framework of two worlds.
The Narrators Omniscience view left the first sphere and entered the second one. This one did not contain regions. It only contained a single sphere. This sphere was a world that had its story flow currently being created – It was currently narrated.
The Narrator looked at this sphere like it was his own child. It was his hard work. The work it loved to do – to narrate.
Suddenly The Narrators view moved back, out of this small sphere and focused one a concept a being with higher authority just created, the number of concepts now reaching 7. Its contents made The Narrator wonder how exactly he should narrate this, as the concept was very mind bending and may confuse The Audience.
The Narrator paused for a long time. How shall I continue? he thought. Then a being of higher authority gives The Narrator a path to follow, with the goal of increasing the word count.
I was created by a being of higher authority. The reason for my creation was to narrate this beings' creations. At the time of my creation there were only three spheres. Soon after another two got created. After the amount of spheres reached 12, the sphere containing concepts and story flow frameworks was created. It soon was beginning to fill up.
I often wonder what is outside my space. I assume my space is nothing but one sphere out of many in the view of the being that created me. Maybe those other spheres have the same structure as this? Maybe they have their own narrator?
Hm… I think I will now increase the spatial dimensions of this space The Narrator ends his monologue he had with The Audience.
I still have to change something he thinks and returns to the middle part of the narration and adds a part of the sizes of the world spheres in comparison to the sphere containing concepts and world flow frameworks.
Now on to increasing the spatial dimensions The Narrator thinks. While he is Omniscience within his space, he is not directly Omnipotent in it. I now have to use a trick, he thinks, I will narrate that the number of spatial dimensions in this space is 24. As my narration is the truth within my space it will make it so that this narration, that includes a copy of my space has 24 spatial dimensions.
This space has 24 spatial dimensions! The Narrator narrates. And his space's spatial dimensions increased to 24.
Now if ever there is a story flow made up of more than 12 spheres, I can just put into this narration's my space! He continues, but then stops.
Wait… as this is just a narration, wasn't it totally pointless for me to do this? The being that created me is Omnipotent, so this shouldn't have been a problem. This being should even be able to make a squared circle…
Did it make me do this only to increase the word count? He narrates I even narrated a few paragraphs above that the path it gave me, was given with the goal of increasing the word count. 
Then Ill just do the end work of counting the word count and adding it before my narration even started. After doing it The Narrator happily looks at the completed work. Finally finished!
|Suddenly a being of higher authority interrupts and changes The Narrators narration, again|
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I wanted to make something "unnormal" this time yea… that was it… do you have an idea what The Narrator described when talking about "my space" and those "spheres"? Comment it! This time I won't give a hint, but if someone got it right, I'll say it.

Welcome to the Yackoverse!
A verse full of endless possibilities with all sorts of storys happening within it, ranging from simple hunting to destroying worlds all the way to the border of the 4th Wall!

The Yackoverse has, as the title says many short storys. Some are connected, others not. As I write not a whole novel but each chapter as a different story, I have more freedom as to what the topic (or story) of each chapter is in comparison to an author of a complete novel.
I’ll even try to write something you want! Just send a comment with an Idea or Concept! :D

I suggest you start at with the chapters 6, 10, or The Empire (30-?) to get a better idea of this novel, as the earlier chapters are not really that great in comparison imo.

The cover is edited together from multiple pictures of soap bubbles I found online. Fun Fact: From an in novel PoV each bubble is a different Story!

Ps.: I use 'Storys' as Stories was already taken when the name was still 'My Short Storys'. I absolutely totally didn’t misspell it back then! (This is also the reason why I used 'storys' instead of 'stories' in this description.)

 
Narrators POV : 

In the beautiful town of Margerca . It's a small but busy town . Everyone is living their ordinary daily lives .  Birds are chirping , ( I'm talking about non humanoid birds ) Carriages are running , everyone is moving around doing their regular routine and tasks . Then in the apartment we can see our little clover doing her usual routine as well . She is sleeping . 

Wait sleeping ? Clover wake up this is no time to sleep ! It's already 7:24 ! . Oh wait right she can't hear me but maybe her alarm will . 

{ Trrrrrrrding ! } her alarm went on . Good job alarm . Wait a minute clover don't turn the alarm off you need to wake up ! Ugh this girl never learns . Anyways while she is sleeping I will tell you a bit about her. 

This is clover Michelle . She is 21 years old . Her parents passed away when she was a baby . They were killed by what we called it dark spirits . More on that later . She had lived with her grandpa since little . But she had to move on to the town to get a good job . She still does visit her grandpa often . Oh what a sweet and wonderful girl . She has a warm and sweet shade of orange for her hair. It goes all the way to her waist . She has some cute bangs as well . Her favourite colour is red ! . You can see it all over her room . Even her favourite dresses consists of red . Even though she prefers muted colours .her favourite season is autumn. Her birthday falls on autumn as well . Her birthday is on September 28 . ( ten days later than the created herself ) . She loves sweet dishes and eats healthy . She is an half elf . So she does have some magical traits but since her town is pretty much for lower powered beings she has no chance to grow it well until now of course . Oh look she is finally waking up . Gosh for the love of Valencia how much do you sleep ? . 

Achoo ! . Uh oh I need to go now . You can look at thing from her point of view now . 

Clovers POV : 

Achoo ! . I think that someone is talking bad things about me . Well who ? .... hmmmm well so far I don't exactly have an enemies well does my father or mother's enemies count ? . I don't know.... . Anyways what time is it  ? 
!!!!! . It's 7:39 oh no I'm going to be late . 

Narrators POV : 
Hah ! I told you ! . Your going to be late . But no one ever listens to me . I wish I had some one to talk to . :( . 

Author : 
Serves you right . 

Narrator : 
Hey ! 

Author : 
Now stop disturbing the viewers and get to the story . 

Narrators: 
Alright alright . Geez . :( 
Well continue reading I guess . 

Clovers POV : 

I finally get ready . Dang that was hard work . What time is it ! . It's 8:00 . Good I can still make it . If I hurry up . 

Narrators : 

Clover finally reaches her work place . She works as an worker in the Mary's coups . It's an small buisness of her head boss Mary coup . Their business is to sell things .  If your wondering what kind of things well then that's complicated . They deliver whatever are ordered . Nevermind it's pretty simple . 

Clovers POV : 
Oh mrs.smith . How are you good morning . 

Mrs smith : good morning to you too clover how is everything going . Are your orders finished ? . 

Clover : well .. almost . I only have two more packages left . I will be done in no time . 

Mrs smith : that's good then . Do you have any plans for the weekend ? 

Clover : yeah I'm visiting my grandpa. 

Mrs smith : I see . Say hi to him for me okay ? 

Clover : sure . 

Clovers POV : 
Mrs smith is a nice lady. She's married to the son of Mary coup our boss . She is a good freind of grandpa as well . Hehe . 

{ time skip : after work } 

Clovers : phew glad that's over . Okay I need to buy groceries now . Hey miss.greens . 

Miss greens : hello clover dear here for groceries ? 

Clover : yup whatever I usually please . 

Miss greens : sure it's coming right up . 

Clovers : thanks . 

Miss greens : here . 

Clover : bye . 

Miss greens : bye honey . 

Clovers POV : good now I can prepare dinner huh ? What's all that commotion about ? 

Narrators POV : 

Clover sees an huge crowd and people talking lowdly . And then someone pulls her down . 

Clover : hey ! 

?? : shhhh 

Clover : huh ? 

{ to be continued} 





In the world of your average fantasy , there lives an half elf half mage girl called clover . She is send on a mission where she meets new freinds . Join her on an adventure across Valencia to defeat the curse of the lunala .

Finally we arrived to Roma after spending hard and stormy days and nights. The harbor was filled with crowds. No more space for rushing out. The harbor masters shouted asked people to make up a queue for mending that mess.
In a near ship, fishermen embarked their discoveries and locked the main exit way. I never fancy busy harbors even when I was younger and traveled with my father, it always disgusted me.
Stinker fishes were another part and I can't bear fish! Actually not able to swallow how people eat this creature! The taste and smell both supposed to be terrible to me!
A man in white feature of roman fashion style arrived to uncle, whispered something and we followed him. The folk were going around and shopping, the carriages of vegetables locked someone's way, he urged to the farmer, "hey you idiot what are you doing?" poor farmer apologized and opened the way quickly.
In the gateway entrance you can see all different kinds of people. Merchants, passengers, hostlers… and of course slave trading Bazar! 
Children were running and following each other. The sounds of their laughter could be heard even from further. Near a huge unfinished building there was a man who cried out, "This Morthi serf is one of my strongest men, healthy and ready to serve you, a pure combat man!" He pointed to his muscular body and said, "Look at his robust body". Morthi is a poor country I went there when I was seven years old. We took them the temple boons to please heaven.
The Western slaver had wrapped a black cloth around his head and gave every person, one of those dummy smiles to earn some attentions. I realized he must had come from Deserts. His eyes had shades of green and applied black kohl eye liner of make up on his eyelids.
We stepped out of the crowd which were shuffling around, but before we leave two Roman nobles a well-dressed women and a mid-age man had fought for buying that bondman!
It was so painful to me how could they decide for someone's human living! But this is the world I'm living in. Uncle Shareeq couldn't bear that stupid chaos and stepped toward! He passed the slaver golden coins of Parthia which had credited all around. The man didn't pause, his mouth dropped and almost running! Uncle bought the slave and took the title deed parchment.
The slaver after witnessing that the fight crossed the line and guards had come to them already, gathered his staff and left like a coward rat! The noble man came to uncle and locked his way!
Ah, if I were him I would avoid that! Even in that age of sixty uncle was a scary combat man! He seemed to be an important official! Clear from his fine outfits made of silk and qualified embroider fabric. The gesture on the edges made of golden needlework strings, another dark blue fabric with light needlework laid on his shoulder, shining under sunlight and teased my eyes.
Zia stood ahead his father, shielded himself and glared directly into that man's gaze. Obviously he didn't like someone intend to insult my uncle, but he could defend himself better than anyone else if there was any need. But the man was fighting another person and it didn't make up a good preface in our mind!
"Is there any problem sir?" Zia said and we couldn't hide our grin for that cute childish pride and forced thick voice.
I heard Subaru murmured, "Our lion roared, don't make him furious or you'll lose face!" and the others sneered underneath.
The royal man had shown a light sneer then fade it quickly and said, "What are you saying kid? Let the elders talk".
Uncle poked and pushed Zia out of the way gently, but still with a clear squeeze on his shoulder, "Alright, I'm all ears and at your service", uncle stated.
Zia stood beside me and quietly said, "He is too rude, why on the earth father intended to pay attention on what he wants!"
I tapped on his shoulder to calm him down, "hey don't you worry just take it easy we are all here, he is behaving like this to the honor of Parthia and Parthians we are not feral creeds!"
"Don't stick out here, we shall make up our mission without extra noises", Rabin murmured to warn him.
I was agreed with Rabin and nodded at that! It was warm and I didn't want to stay there in a throng wasting time while my father is in the heart danger.
Zia shifted his head to the others! Ario blinked at him with his gray eyes, his hand drifted back toward his sword where his sheath was. He didn't fancy a fight or blood pool, but the man had guards and had been covering his back. So being ready to stay alive is always the first priority. 
The Roman coughed and then said, "My name is Sathenelus, and I want to buy that slave from you, no matter how much money you ask for".
Uncle Shareeq shook his head slightly and widen his hand, "which slave do you talk about? I see no slave around me".
Sathenelus shocked and like a freakishly person who heard something irrational blathered, "What do you mean by that? You just bought him from that nomad slaver".
He smiled in modesty, again replied, "He is not a slave, but an emancipated man like you and I, the color of his skin won't make him a slave to serve us, slaves are those who have been suffering by cruel tyrants and still kept being silent and tied a huge chain of fear around their ankles and living in a cage."
The Roman clenched his jaw and while drowning into the ocean of perceptions then pointed to his guard and took a long away out of there and left.
I didn't expect that the man left us gently and didn't consider those statements as rudeness, but not all Royals are the same. In some areas if you look at their eyes directly soon you will lose the eyes on your head!"
Asana jumped on her chair. Marveled out of what she just realized!
"That means taking out your eyes only for looking at someone else! Damn I can't settle with it! Sighed! Dear heavens give me some super powers at least to make sure I can do some favors". 
The world she stepped in still was unknown to her! A parallel world with same names, people, but different in manners, culture and life style! She thought it maybe an ancient world, but it wasn't! The date was exactly the same as Asana's world!
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****Warning: Contains mature content.**** No Rape or Erotic.

"Where am I?" Asaya of the other world asked
"In my ship", he said.
"Pirates!"
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Asana Keen reincarnated to an angel shape to save another world. Meanwhile, she meets her other homologous version in that world. She will realize much truth about herself...
Would The Keen angel be able to bring changes and gain love instead? what are the consequences if disobey? Turning to Ash like never existed or becomes a normal person and gains the taste of love whether knows it is bitter. But bitter medicine can heal a body so love does the same! A bitter cure to heal her soul. To fill the deep gap within her.

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There was a door, a door that was famous for being unbreakable, it was found in 1945. Though the government kept on trying to solve this mystery, they failed. They tried and tried but they failed. After 75 years three young teens are curious enough to give anything away just to solve this mystery. Those you teens believe that they have to solve this mystery to found what killed their parents. Tyler the lead male, child of a researcher who got killed by a falling big rock. Marc the second lead male, child of a researcher that got killed by a sharp unidentified object. Margot, the lead female, child of a civilian that was walking by the the door disappeared. ⚠ Warning ⚠ this is a story based from my dream, I get more of these kind of horrors/mystery. And got an idea to write a story. Now let's begin.





Tyler's POV
I have been locking myself in my room trying to solve my mom's death.e and my dad moved far from the door that my mom was researching. I have been making these theories of people or maybe things that are not human that killed my mom. I know it was an "accident" but something was fishy.. It was like planned.. Suddenly the door opened.

TYLER: AAAAA wtf dad.

DAD: look, I get that you feel sad because of your mother's death that you have been making assumptions that your mom was killed by someone.
TYLER:NO DAD! I'M NOT MAKING ASSUMPTIONS. We don't even know if it was someone.. Or something.. 
DAD:oh please Tyler demons or ghosts are not real, it's just your imagination. Now go downstairs, your friends are downstairs waiting. 
Narrators POV 
Tyler fixed his stuff and got dressed, then he go downstairs to meet his friends Margot and Marc. 
Tyler's POV
TYLER: hey guys
MARGOT AND MAC: Hey tyler
MARC: I'm sorry for your loss.. 
TYLER: nahh it's Ok, anyways how are you doing? You know.. Your parent's death.. 
MARGOT:I mean.. I'm trying to move on. 
MARC:yes but I still miss him..
TYLER: I have been thinking.. What if their deaths were killed by someone.. Or maybe a curse??? 
MARGOT: come one Tyler curses are not true, even if it was, we won't know.. Because we're just teens.. 
MARC:I'm sorry Tyler, I have to agree with Margot. 
TYLER:but we can change that! Come on guys! We're children of researchers! Won't your parents be proud if we busted the mystery??? Don't you want to be in TV "3 teens cracked the mysterious door" don't you like that???
MARC:I mean.. I do. 
MARGOT:but how are we going to do that?? TYLER: we search!! 
MARGOT: search where? 
 
TYLER: SEARCH HERE!! 
MARGOT:really?? My mom's room???? WHY. 
TYLER:well we search if there's anything useful. 
MARC:I mean he is right, your mom keeps the things our parents find. 
Narrators POV
They have been searching and searching but they failed to find anything useful.

TYLER: I FOUND A BOOK!! 
MARGOT: Let me see. 
Tyler gave the book to Margot and opened it. 
MARGOT:wow they researched a lot of stuff (Margot is looking at pages trying to find the 
door) 

MARGOT: I FOUND IT! 

(this is what the book says) 
The mysterious door. 4/21/1991
-Age: unknown. Rumored to be 3000+
-Had been seen in japan at 1963, Tokyo. 
Russia at 1969, irkutsk. And last seen in 1945,
Los Angeles. 
-object of the door is still unknown
-according to the residents or the area, it 
started to rise from the above and exploded 
some unidentified substance

Research 4/25/1991
-according to Dr burgens the researcher in 
1949, the substance may
or may not contain butulinum toxins.

-the substance are seriously deadly, if it were 
injected to a person, he/she may die after a 
minute, not only you can die from it, the 
substance may go inside your body from 
inhaling it.

-it has been tested that the substance 
contained mercury, polonium, botulinum toxin.
- the site are closed for the public for their 
own health, the residents are forced to move  
far away from the site and are being 
quarantined for the substance can be passed 
through contact.

-if anyone who's not wearing a suit or a mask, 
they might suffer nausea, headaches and may 
vomit.

⚠ Warning ⚠ These are based from my dreams, you may or may not have to wait for a day. There was a door, a door that was famous for being unbreakable, it was found in 1945. Though the government kept on trying to solve this mystery, they failed. They tried and tried but they failed. After 75 years three young teens are curious enough to give anything away just to solve this mystery. Will they succeed? Or give up like the rest.

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