The bell rang dismissing classes for lunch; it woke up Tirza who had been sleeping peacefully and she began to wail. "Poppy! No woud!" Snape was instantly at her side and lifted her from the playpen. "Hush, its okay, daddy's here." Still holding Molly, Tirza cuddled against Snape's chest. "Are you hungry princess?" Tirza nodded enthusiastically. "Ungee! Baby ungee peez!" Snape kissed her head and they left the classroom. Tirza struggled against him and Snape finally set her down and took her hand. Holding Molly by the hair, Tirza toddled along slowly beside him. "It will take us an hour to get there if you don't let me carry you," Snape told her. "No warry," Tirza replied stubbornly. "Professor!" someone shouted behind them. Snape and Tirza both turned to see Draco hurry towards them. "Ducky!" Tirza shouted happily. Snape chuckled as Draco rolled his eyes at his new nickname. "Can I hold her Professor?" Snape raised an eyebrow. "Why are suddenly so kind towards my daughter Mr. Malfoy?" Draco shrugged. "Look at her; she's... cute!" Tirza started wiggling and trying to pull her hand free from Snape's. "Ducky warry! Peez!" "Is it alright Professor?" Snape nodded and Draco picked up the wiggling little girl. "Tis Mowy," she said, holding the lion out towards him. "I would refuse if I were you Mr. Malfoy, she's been drooling all over that thing," Snape warned. "No," Draco told her. Tirza wrinkled her little face into a nasty scowl. "Tis Mowy!" she ordered. "Baby kiss Molly," Snape told her. Instantly the scowl was gone, replaced by a smile and Tirza slobbered on the lion's face again. "Cute dress kid," Draco told her as they continued down the hallway. "Baby pwitty," she replied, nodding her head. Even with Tirza being carried, they arrived in the Great Hall as everyone else was already sitting. By now most of the school knew of what happened to Tirza and nearly everyone waved at the adorable little girl. Tirza happily waved back, smacking Draco's face several times in her excitement. "Come on princess, let's go eat," Snape said as he took Tirza from Draco. "Bye ducky!" Tirza yelled loudly. Everyone laughed and pointed at Draco; he cringed. Now everyone would probably start calling him ducky!
"My my, aren't we a fancy baby?" McGonagall greeted Snape and Tirza as they approached the table. "Hello to you as well Minerva," Snape said. "Oh Severus! She's just so very sweet that she completely outshines you!" Snape rolled his eyes. "I need some sort of chair for her to sit in, would you hold her for a moment?" McGonagall nodded and Tirza happily went to her. "You look so pretty, honey, do you know that?" Tirza giggled and pointed to her dress. "Pwintis." McGonagall kissed Tirza's cheek. "Yes you are, you sweet little thing." Tirza leaned over and spotted Dumbledore. "Tanta! Tanta!" She dropped Molly and held her arms out to Albus. The kind old wizard happily took the little baby and sat her on his lap. "Ooh (you) tanta! Tanta pretin (present)?" Albus had no trouble understanding her and nodded. "Just a moment darling and you shall have a present." Tirza clapped her hands and bounced on his lap. Albus took his napkin and folded it into a circle. He took out his wand and Tirza watched him, her dark eyes growing wide. He said a spell and the napkin circle was turned into a glittery pink bracelet; he gently slipped it onto her tiny wrist. Tirza stared at it for a moment, then touched it and giggled! She leaned up and wrapped her arms around Albus' neck and gave him a slobbery kiss. "Tayooh Tanta!" "May I hold you dear?" Sybill Trelawney asked. Tirza peeked around Dumbledore and stared at her. Tirza wrinkled her nose, pointed at Sybill and spit. "NO!" she shouted. Sybill was very insulted and turned away. Flitwick approached Tirza. "How about me? Can I hold you?" Tirza looked at Flitwick's long beard and than at Dumbledore's. "Tanta?" she pointed to Dumbledore. "Tanta?" she pointed to Flitwick. "Pretin tanta?" Flitwick smiled and gathered Tirza in his arms. "Of course you will get another present; pretty little girls must always have many presents." Tirza giggled. Within moments, a napkin was turned into a glittery gold crown that perfectly accented Tirza's dark curls. (Okay people, what is Flitwick's first name? Has it even been mentioned in the books? LOL, so I'm probably idiotic, but forgive me! Have pity on my poor brain!) Just then Hagrid entered the Great Hall and Tirza watched him with wide eyes. "'Cuse me headmaster, had me some trouble with a few of the blast end skrewts (did I spell that right?)." Albus nodded. "Of course; have you met out guest of honor?" Hagrid looked toward Tirza, who was attempting to tell Flitwick to give Molly a crown as well. "Well, if'n it ain't a little princess," Hagrid said, smiling at Tirza. Tirza wrinkled her nose at him for a moment. "Yient! Fee tie ooh tum!" she announced happily. "Ain't you a bright one! Bet you'd like ter come and see me animals?" Tirza's face lit up. "Yamimals?"

"No, she would not," Severus said, coming up behind them. "She will not be playing with any of your animals Hagrid; she'll be staying with me so I can keep an eye on her." He turned to Flitwick, who handed Tirza back to him. "Time to eat now princess." Dumbledore chuckled. "Princess," he said under his breath. Snape noticed the bracelet and crown. "Where did those come from?" Tirza giggled and pointed at Dumbledore. "Tantas!" Snape looked confused. "She thinks Flitwick and I are Santa Clauses; of course we could not disappoint the sweet thing, so we gave her some presents," Dumbledore explained. A house elf suddenly appeared beside Snape. "Kind and wise Dumbledore tell us special food for little missy," the elf explained. "Where little missy?" Snape pointed to Tirza. "Oh, little missy is VERY little missy!" The elf handed the plate to Snape and left. Tirza was now settled into a chair whose arms wrapped around the little girl, gently holding her and the chair was scooted up to the table to serve as a tray. Snape looked over the contents of the plate; peas, a slice of bread cut into tiny pieces, chocolate pudding, and a piece of meat cut very tiny. He nodded, thinking the food would be just fine, and placed the plate in front of her. Tirza looked skeptically at the things on her plate and than looked at Snape, who was eating his own meal, not paying much attention to her. She gingerly picked up a piece of bread and put it in her mouth; she decided that was good and turned to pick up a pea. Tirza's little button nose wrinkled in disgust and she took the pea out of her mouth and set it back on the plate. The meat received the same reaction, but the chocolate pudding passed with flying colors. Tirza stuck her hand in the pudding, than pulled it out and began licking it. After carefully licking her hand, she took another bit of bread. Bread of course is not nearly as exciting as chocolate pudding, so she turned her attention back to that, once again putting her hand in it. McGonagall laughed and nudged Snape. "Look," she told him. Snape looked at his daughter licking pudding form her hand and shook his head. "Tirza, do not do that!" he scolded.

Tirza did not like to be scolded and felt that she could eat her pudding any way she wanted! After all, wasn't she a princess? She stuck her tongue out at Snape and threw a piece of meat at him. "Tirza Jade, you stop that!" She ignored him and turned back to licking her hand; Snape shook his head and decided she really wasn't hurting anyone so he might as well let her be. The pudding soon was gone; a majority of it made it inside her mouth, but some ended up smeared all over her face as well as the table cloth. Tirza looked at the food left on her plate and giggled. She grabbed as many peas as her tiny hands could and began smearing them on the table cloth. She giggled at the "paint" and used her finger to draw in the mess of peas and pudding. After creating a masterpiece she reached for more peas and this time threw them at Snape, giggling. They didn't go as far as she hoped and she angrily threw her plate at him, which went much farther and smacked Snape's head. "Bloody hell!" he swore loudly. Tirza giggled. "Wody hell!" she repeated. Snape rolled his eyes. 'Probably how it all started the first time,' he though. "Wody hell!" she yelled and giggled. "Wody hell!" "I've created a monster," Snape moaned to McGonagall. McGonagall could only laugh at the chocolate and green mess that covered Tirza as well as part of the table. "Tirza, you will not throw food!" Snape scolded. She scowled at him and threw a nearby piece of bread at him. "Wody hell!" she shouted triumphantly. "I mean it young lady," Snape said, his temper rising. She continued to fling bread slices at him and the rest of the staff offered absolutely no help; they were enjoying it too much to be of help! Tirza giggled at the scowl on Snape's face. Snape was not amused and grabbed both her hands and looked her in the eye. "Tirza Jade Snape, no throwing food!" he shouted. "Wody hell! Tupid poppy!" she yelled, a scowl matching his own on her face. "Tupid poppy!" Snape was speechless for a moment; had she really just called him stupid? In front of the whole school? "Tupid tupid tupid wody hell!" she repeated. Snape said the spell to release the chairs arms form holding her and grabbed Tirza. "Lunch is over young lady!" She started kicking and screaming as he carried her towards the door of the Great Hall. Snape carried her kicking and screaming all the way to his chambers.

Snape was in the bathroom, the water running, attempting to wash Tirza's face when there was a knock on the door. Not in the mood and rather busy at the moment to get up and open the door, he called for the person to come in. Tirza continued to scream as he tried to wash her little face. "Almost sounds like you're murdering her Professor." Snape looked behind him and saw Hermione. "Miss Granger, what is it you need?" She shook her head. "Tirza dropped her lion and I thought she might want it." Tirza continued to wiggle and scream and Snape was getting another headache. "Um would you like some help?" Hermione asked. Snape nodded and handed the messy baby to her. Hermione sat down and took the washcloth from Snape and gently pulled Tirza onto her lap. "This is the way we wash our face, wash our face, wash our face," Hermione sang softly. She alternated gently wiping Tirza's little face and tickling her tummy. Snape watched the whole procedure wondering why Tirza would sit still and be quiet for her and not for him. Several minutes later, Tirza's face was clean; Hermione kissed her clean cheek and stood up. "She needs to be changed," she told Snape. "I know, I'll go get another outfit." Hermione shook her head. "Not just that, her nappy needs to be changed." Snape cringed and Hermione laughed. "You touch leeches and dead spiders; a nappy isn't bad compared to that." Snape highly doubted it; he carried Tirza into her room and wondered what to do next. "You've never changed a nappy, have you?" "Aren't you a bright one," Snape sneered. Hermione ignored his comment; even if he was nasty and deserved to have a big messy nappy; Hermione cared about Tirza and wouldn't let Snape's uncertainty make her miserable. "Here, I'll show you," Hermione said. Snape handed Tirza to her. "I'll need another nappy, a pin, a cloth and several wipes," she instructed. Snape nodded and found the requested items. Hermione spread the old towel he had given her on the floor and laid Tirza on top of it. Within minutes, Tirza's messy nappy had been replaced by a fresh one that Hermione pinned securely with a large safety pin. Snape had watched the process with a look of sheer horror on his face. "That is one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen. I cannot believe a person has to do that." Hermione laughed. "You get used to it eventually. Anyways, I am going to wash my hands and than go to my next class." Snape nodded. "Thank you for your help," he choked out. Hermione nodded and headed for the bathroom. Snape looked at Tirza, who was now sitting up in her messy dress. "You certainly had fun, I'm sure." Tirza giggled and Snape began to unbutton her dress. "I feel bad for the house elf that has to clean that," he said as he threw it into the hamper. Tirza now sat on his lap in nothing but a nappy, smiling at him. Snape smiled back; he couldn't remember the last time he had felt so young or so happy. It surprised him the way he was actually enjoying two-year-old Tirza. 'How unfortunate it that it has to wear off,' he thought.

Tirza was once again sitting in her playpen in Snape's classroom. The students were diligently working on their studies and her father was sitting at his desk, correcting papers as usual. Now clad in a blue sundress that featured a large image of Tigger and Pooh on the front and a white sweater to keep her warm; Tirza picked up the blue crayon. "Boo," she said to herself. She looked at the crayon and than at her dress, her little mind registering the fact that they were the same color. "Poppy ook!" Snape glanced over in her direction. Tirza held up a blue crayon. "Boo!" she announced, than pointed to her dress. "Boo!" Snape smiled. "Yes, your crayon and your dress are both blue; what a smart baby!" Tirza giggled and turned her attention to her coloring book, attacking it once again. She happily scribbled a page with the blue crayon and grabbed the yellow one next, adding even more scribbles to the page. "Pwitty," she announced. Tirza ripped the page out of her book and picked the green crayon and attacked the next page. Snape was relieved that for the moment she seemed occupied; she was fun, but she was a lot a lot of work! He kept his attention on grading as Tirza continued to attack pages and than rip them from the book. After scribbling and tearing out nearly ten pages, Tirza was bored with her Winnie the Pooh coloring book. Her dark eyes caught sight of the rows of books on the shelves next to her playpen, her curiosity peaked. Standing in the playpen on her little tip toes; she stretched her chubby little arms towards the bookcase and grabbed the first book that she could reach. She giggled and let the book fall inside her playpen and reached for another, and another, and another. After four books fell into her playpen, Tirza sat back down and struggled to pull the first heavy book over to her. She opened the hard cover and carelessly pushed the pages; several pages were smudged, bent or ripped by the time she stopped. She grabbed her green crayon and began to draw on the page; sure the book had no pictures, but that didn't matter because she could add her own! When finished with that page, she ripped it out as she had done with the others and turned to another, choosing the pink crayon. This time she left the page in the book and attacked another with the gold crayon, giggling all the while. Snape continued to pay attention to his papers, completely oblivious that Tirza was coloring and ripping pages from his precious potion books.

Tirza was on the third book before anyone noticed that she was no longer playing with her coloring book. "Um Professor?" a first year Ravenclaw said, raising her hand. Snape looked up and the girl continued. "I think the baby's coloring in your books." Snape quickly strode to Tirza's playpen; sure enough colored pages of potion books were strewn around the playpen. Snape stood there for a moment, his eyes closed, trying VERY hard to control himself. He loved his books; they were almost as precious to him as his cauldrons! "Poppy," Tirza said. He opened his eyes and looked at her. Tirza held out a page about truth potions that was now decorated in black crayon. Snape grabbed the page from her and gathered her crayons and any pages in the playpen. "My books, ruined," he moaned. Most of the students rolled their eyes; to them, the books were just books. "You do NOT PLAY with my BOOKS!" he shouted. Tirza's lower lip began to quiver and her eyes welled up with tears and she began to cry. The girls in the class shot nasty looks at Snape behind his back; it was bad enough that he was mean to them, let alone a little baby! Tirza curled into a ball and sobbed; all of Snape's anger and frustration melted away at her heart wrenching sobs. After all, they were just books. She struggled as he lifted her out of the playpen, slapping at him with little balled up fists. He gently rocked her back and forth in his arms. "Ooh mwean! Ooh woud," she sobbed into his shoulder. Snape sat at his desk and kissed her head. "I'm sorry I was loud sweetheart." She looked up at him, tears running down her face. "Baby tupid?" she asked. He gently wiped her face and kissed her cheek. "No, baby is not stupid. It is bad though to ruin daddy's books." Tirza looked very confused. "Baby bad?" she started to cry again and Snape tried to think of a better way to explain it. He tipped her chin up and wiped her face again. "You're a good girl Tirza, but no books, alright?" She stopped crying and wiped her nose on Snape's robe; he inwardly grimaced but said nothing. "Pway dig tooks?" she innocently asked. Snape shook his head. "No, no books." Tirza nodded. "Dood baby?" Snape hugged her tight. "Yes, you are a good baby." Tirza wrapped her little arms around his neck. "Wuv ooh poppy," she told him. Snape smiled and cuddled her close. "I love you too."

Hi Readers!


Thank you for reading my book and voting for it using your power stones - and also those who added them also to their collection.

I'm a novice writer and this book is supposed to be drawn as comics. I don't have the time to draw now because of my profession as a CPA, my job, and my law school degree. Drawing, scanning, and coloring them in PS is a hard thing to do - as I figured from personal experience as I finished only 3 pages of this one before I made it a book.

Hopefully words gave justice to my vivid imaginations of the battle taking place that can only be visualized in drawing. I thank God He let me finish this. Even though I am not good with words, His wisdom flowed through me to make me contextualize the images I am seeing in my head. Hopefully you are seeing what I'm seeing as you read every chapter leading to the final battle to end this book 1 of 5. 

I will continue with Book 2 if I get some reception. My vision doesn't stop there, although may be delayed. Had a few setbacks too with publishing and from other professional editors saying my work is too ambitious and impossible. Honestly, I am not in it for the money, I can publish it and have the cost to cover the expenses making it if ever. I just want to share my story. But, alas, we are not that lucky, and I am not that great too as a writer. 

Got depressed for a while before I met my wife and got married and forgot about this for 6 years now. That's why I haven't pushed though writing and focused on my professional life, but I will continue this on and finish all 5 books (4 more to go). I am challenging myself too. If I get a lot of reception from you guys, I'll kickstart Book 2 this quarantine period if ever. Thanks for reading my book and God bless you!

Stay safe!

When Bathala created the world, He made sure that the Earth will be safe from the Mortals: the Men and Women of the Earth. Their potential for evil has saddened Him deeply. He has to go away to create Paraiso but He needs to protect them from destroying themselves.

To make sure that life will prosper on Earth, He has blessed three righteous tribes and mandated them to protect the Fountain of Life from being corrupted. The Fountain seeds green life on Earth. Without the fountain, life will cease to exist.

The three tribes that are led by Nagozul, Yagisiv Haya, and Daomagar, left their villages and created their dominion on Bathala's three islands collectively known as The Holy Lands. Their purpose: "Protect the Fountain of Life at all costs." They have been true in following their holy edict and have proven themselves to become the Holy Sentinels of the Lands of Bathala. They have maintained the secrecy and the anonymity of the Holy Lands with perfection as life continued on Earth.

Tens of thousands of years later, the Kingdom of Nagozul has now grown arrogant and has disobeyed Bathala's mandate. An impending doom now shrouds the Holy Lands. Extinction of the mortal race is upon them and the fate of the world is at stake. It is up to the brave Holy Sentinels, the young Princes of Nagozul, to complete the mission and save the souls that are inhabiting the islands of God.

I was happy today. A lot of crap has happened to me lately and I've been all down in the dumbs and I've been upset,but today was a special day I was happy. Like genuinely happy. But everyone else brought me down. I was happy go lucky but all y others friends were talking about wanting to die and how there life sucks and they just brought me down. I guess that jut goes to show i can't be happy. Also I was told to start counseling but i don't know if my parents will take me to counseling I wanna go because i don't like feeling the way I've been feeling but counseling is probably expensive and we don't have that money.
I started having a good day then it all came grumbling down. On the bus ride home I just wanted to cry and I feel like that again so I'm blaring my music writing to you all.
Also because I wasn't here Friday I have a lot to do but I also have a day of cause of Election Day. 

I have:
*2 pages math homework
*1 Spanish Essay
*Watch a video and answer questions for Zoology 
*Read some out of my Zoology book
*I have to make up a Spanish quiz
*Vocabulary paper for Personal Finance
*History Reading paper with a page of questions to answer
*2 labs to catch up on in Chemistry

I have all that to do some I'm coloring and listening to music. Good job me

**Originally written on Wattpad**

Just random thoughts and just somewhere to let out my emotions. I started writing this on March 2019 and im still writing it to this day.

Hey guys, please realize this story will have violence, drugs, alcoholic abuse, Abusive nature, langue, maybe smut, and smoking. If you are uncomfortable with any of these please stop reading and do not continue any further. These are sensitive topics.

__ Alleys Dreams__

All I see is Darkness around me, then little Images shown. Like happy memories I never want to forget. I Smile bright and see one... it was Haida, my sister. I fill my eyes with tears and hug her, as she rubs the back of my head. Feeling my urge to fall into little space.. I do.

+'' Issy! Issy! Issy! Chu back.. Chu finally back."+

I feel her bright welcoming smile look down upon me, and she mouths the words. 'Don't give up.' I nod, not even having to hear her words to know what they mean. She then disappears and I fall faster into the dark hole. Then I reach pink fluffy clouds. There awaits, Quirky!

+''You're my savior Quirky, I might be able to finally slip into little space in the real world."+

*"Any Time love, and hey... Come visit us again soon."+

I nod as my eyes gather the light making me stir wake up, the warm fluffy blankets wrap around me like a swaddled baby. I let out a groan not wanting to get up from them. Looking at the clock that now reads, 6:27 pm. I sigh knowing it's time to get up. To Leave this place, but I look around the pastel room, seeing all of the toys. 

+"Did she have a kid?"+
  

I said out loud, then I see coloring books and I admittedly get one out and try to find crowns. I look on the shelf and grab a box full and find a picture of a bee. Coloring it in happily. I had finally slipped into little space! What a miracle, I sat there for awhile coloring the pages, each time finding a new one. I squealed with joy and smiled brightly. I was happy at this point. 

-----Lauries Dreams----

I thought she had it! Why didn't this dream stop. Why is it different from last time? Why can't I wake up!

I thought to myself as the room went block the room where my bestfriend, my mother, and Lilly were killed. It then faded down and I thought again.

This isn't real! Wake up!

I guess it worked, because I surged awake panting, all my blankets removed from me. I let out a thick sigh, and turn around my feet touching the hard cold wood floor of mine. I looked at my phone and I had 27 messages. All from my Mafia league. 

''Guess we are having a meeting tonight.'' 

I said in a low cold tone, as I stood and took of the tank top I had changed into and put on a sleek black fitted jacket with only my black sports bra. Dropping my pants and grabbing new ones to go a long with the look. I reached for my phone made some phone calls, then stuffed it into my jacket pocket. Slowly making my way to the door I open it, stepping onto the carpeted hallways. Which is always a Bitch to get blood out of. I walk to the room my old little slept in the room Lilly slept in,  I knocked and heard a small voice say,

+''Come in!''+

I smile and opened the door stepping in.

---Alleys POV---

I had been coloring for hours it seemed and I love it. I was happy and dancing off in little space once again. I love having this mindset, it makes things so much easier. I hear faint footsteps following closer to the door and then a knock. I turn my head and softly respond.

+``Come in..``+

I turn my head back to coloring, I finished the bee and now I am working on a sloth! 

``What are you doing, hun?``

Did she just call me hun, I don't care it felt amazing to hear that word and I set down the crowns and pick up the book showing her some drawings I drew in. Still in little space I reply,


+``Dis!!``+

I say happily and she smiles back at me, but she looks a little confused. So I tilt my head a little. 

``Hun, how old are you?

I hold up my fingers showing I thought I was only 4 or 5. 

+``Dis many old.``+

She smiles brightly and gets down crisscross apple sauce on the ground so she is level with me.

``Are you know, so your a baby girl aren't you?``

I hadn't heard those words in ages and I shiver slowly but in a nice and gentle way. She gives me a glare a sweet one, only doms can pull off. So I smile up at her, her hand reaches towards me, and she stops at my cheek, holding my face in her hands. I lean into her palm and close my eyes. 


---Lauries POV---

So shes a little huh, I would have never thought that. Does she have a dom? I'm going to test out my theory.

``How old are you hun?``

She holds up 5 fingers and looks down, to make sure they were right and gleams up at me. 

+``Dis many!``+

I clap my hands to give her motivation, and I lock eyes with her. As I slowly move my hand to her face I rest them at her cheek as she leans into my palm. I felt the moment full of happiness. I missed this, I missed having a little to hold in my arms I move closer and back away. Letting go of her. I didn't want to rush things as I see her cute face pout. I let out a weak chuckle. Finally breaking the silence I say,

``Do you have a caregiver or a dominate? To look after you of course.``

She shoke her head, her happy gaze fading down into a sad one, I move closer to her and grab her by the waist picking her up princess style and carrying her. 

``Do you....``



(Tbc!)

Once they got home, everyone got out of the car and went to their respective rooms. Namjoon sighed and he placed the little on the bed and took his clothes off "Let's give you a bath now before you get sick" Jungkook nodded and raised his arms up, waiting for Namjoom to undress him. Namjoon picked Jungkook up and went to the bathroom that was inside the room.

Namjoon set the little on the toilet seat while he started the bath. Jungkook watched as Namjoon put a bath bomb in the tub and change the water into a different color

Namjoon picked the little up and place him into the tub. Jungkook shivered as the warm water hit his cold skin "Cold" he whined rubbing his arms, shivering "I know I know, let me put water on you" Jungkook nodded and closed his eyes while he took a cup with warm water and pour it over the little

Jungkook smiled as he looked at Namjoon and giggled "I loveeeeee youuu~" he sang. Namjoon chuckled "I love you too bun, let's get you washed up" Jungkook nodded and closed his eyes tightly as Namjoon put vanilla-scented shampoo on his hand and massaged it onto the youngers hair

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One Namjoon finished washing and drying Jungkook, he picked the little up and went to the room placing him on the bed and tickling the younger. Jungkook laughed as he was getting attacked by Namjoon. The older chuckled and went to the dresser, getting one of Jungkook's warm onesies and a pull-up.

As he walked back to Jungkook, he saw he was shivering. His eyes widen a bit and quickly went over to him "Oh baby, you're going to catch a cold" Namjoon quickly put the pull on him and the onesie. He picked the little up and hold him close hoping that it will warm the little up a bit

Jungkook wrapped his arms and legs around the older and nuzzled his face into his neck. He whined softly as he looked at Namjoon with a pout. The caregiver looked at the little and tilted his head "What do you want love?" Jungkook whined again and pouted more. Namjoon chuckled and thought for a bit before speaking "You want your paci? Is that what you want?"

Jungkook nodded and smiled. Namjoon laughed and went to grab his favorite pacifier which was decorated grey with little trees and a grey bunny on the button. Namjoon gave the pacifier to the little and he took it with a smile. 

Jungkook took the pacifier in his mouth and gently sucked on it as he hid his face back into Namjoon's neck. Namjoon smiled and shook his head slightly as he went downstairs the feed Jungkook a small meal since they ate nothing on the way back home.

Namjoon came down the stairs and went to the living room where Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok were. He hummed softly as he sat the little on the floor and gave him his plushie that was nearby. 

He kissed Jungkook's head and looked at the three "I'm going to heat up a bowl of soup for him, watch him while I'm gone" All three of the males nodded their heads and smiled feeling determined that they can take care of Jungkook for 10 minutes

The little took the plushie and giggled happily, looking around the room and making grabby hands towards Jimin. Jimin smiled as he looked at Jungkook, he quickly went over to the little seeing that he was making grabby hands towards him

Jimin smiled and placed the little on his lap "Hi kookie, what do you want to do?" Jungkook thought and pouted "Cowor!" He giggled out, the older male chuckled and nodded "Let me get your coloring books and markers okay?" The little nodded as Jimin picked him up and handed him to Hoseok who was sitting on the couch next to them

Hoseok gladly took the little and placed him on his lap bouncing him slightly "How's my little, kookie doing hm?" Jungkook smiled and hugged the older tightly " 'm otay" he giggled. 

Hoseok nodded "That's good, your daddy is making soup for you" Jungkook perked up as he heard 'daddy' "Daddy ma'e soup?" He asked tilting his head cutely. Hoseok cooed and nodded "Yes bubs he's making a yummy soup just for you" He said bopping the little's nose 

Jungkook giggled and yawned softly looking around the room again and spotting Jimin coming down the stairs "Minnie!" He squealed. Jimin chuckled and went over to him "I brought your markers and coloring books" Jungkook giggled and made grabby hands towards them.

Hoseok let the little on the floor and watched him as he quickly flipped through the colorful pages that he drew and grab a bright orange marker, sloppily drawing the baby tiger that was on the coloring page. Jimin chuckled as he sat down next to Taehyung watching the little fondly

After a bit, Namjoon came back to the living room and smiled softly as he watched all three of the boys watch the little. He crouched down next to the little and stroked his hair "The soup is done love, let's go eat now okay?"

Jungkook looked at Namjoon and nodded pausing from the ladybug he was coloring and closed the coloring book gently. He put the marker back into the box with a bit of a struggle but got help from his caregiver

Once he was done cleaning up, Namjoon picked the little up and brought him to the dining room. He placed the little on the chair and gave him the soup. Namjoon sat next to him and stirred the soup waiting for it to get cool before taking a spoonful of soup and blowing on it before feeding it to the little

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Once Namjoon finished feeding the soup to Jungkook, he cleaned up his mess in the kitchen and went back to Jungkook who was close to falling asleep. Namjoon chuckled and picked the little up, saying goodnight to the three that were still in the living room and going upstairs to their room.

He saw Jin laying on the bed scrolling through his phone, he sighed softly and placed Jungkook in the middle of the bed. He got in soon after and he instantly closed his eyes, feeling extremely tired. He opened his eyes and looked at Jin smiling softly

Both of the caregivers looked at each other before their lips met and started to kiss. They pulled away a few seconds later and Jin chuckled "Go to sleep now Joon, I'm tired and I bet you are too" A soft hum came from the other side of the bed "Goodnight love" "Goodnight Joon"

After they exchanged their goodnights, the only sound that can be heard was Jungkook sucking on his pacifier and the two older males breathing, soon all three of them fell into a deep sleep

It has been a few months since I turned 4, and it is 1 month until Mina turns 4. Our parents are hoping that I awaken a quirk, to the point of looking visibly worried the more time that passes without me awakening it. I however, was not worried a bit. I assume that getting a custom quirk, and a powerful one at that, will take some time.
I have been able to do minor telekinesis, gravity manipulation, telepathy, and I noticed an increase in strength. My limits of the telekinesis is about the size and weight of an average book. The limit of what I've been able to manipulate gravity is my own body. With the telepathy, I can only hear the surface thoughts of the people in a 5 foot radius of himself. My strength is about the average 10 year old.

3rd person POV
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In a daycare, with lots of colors around the room, sat Azreal coloring on a paper in a book he brought from home. It seemed like he was doing what a regular kid would do, and was coloring inside a coloring book. Of course it wasn't the truth. In reality, Azreal was trying to write a song he was working on in his previous life, but never was able to finish it. Azreal trying to concentrate solely on his song writing didn't notice a voice behind him.
"...."
Not hearing the person, they start to get irritated. Tapping on Azreal's shoulder, to get his attention, They start speaking again.
"Hey, whatcha doin'?"
Azreal finally noticed them, due to the tapping on his shoulder. He turned around to see a little girl that looked to be around his age. She had dark black hair, forest green eyes, and pale white skin. She was wearing a green colored dress with a lighter green to accent it.
Hearing what she said, he had a brief flashback of his last life. The flashback was from an old cartoon he used to watch that had a girl who always said that. Thankfully, with the sage force, it only took a second making it seem like nothing happened on the outside.
"Sorry, I didn't hear what you said. Do you mind repeating what you said?" Azreal had to ask. He couldn't do a give me a moment, and has a short flashback to remember what was just said. Azreal hopes to be able to do it by the time he gets to U.A.
"I said, Whatcha Doin'?"She replied visibly annoyed.
"I'm just drawing in my coloring book."
"Give it to me!"
"Why?"
"Because I want to see it!"
"No, it's mine!" 'She is an extremely spoiled child.' Azreal decided.
Still wanting the book, she reached for it. Azreal kept it out of her reach, though.
"What's going on over here?" A stern voice sounded from beside them. Turning around they saw the assistant teacher standing over them.
"He's not sharing the book, and being a meanie."
"But I-" Azreal responded before getting interrupted by the teacher.
"No, Azreal, you need to learn to share the toys. Now apologize to Iana."
"..." Seeing how easy Iana got her way left him shocked.
"Azreal?" The teacher questioned.
Deciding that he won't win he relented. "I'm sorry Iana."
Hearing his defeat, Iana smiles and quickly reaches for the book. Due to Azreal being distracted by the teacher, she was able to take it.
Smiling to herself, she starts to run off, laughing. The teacher stares at Iana, discovering that she was played.
If she opens it, then it'll be very obvious, that Azreal is not a regular baby. The main problem with people thinking that he isn't normal is them believing that being smarter than others is his quirk. It will bring a lot of unnecessary trouble when he awakens his real quirk.
Reaching out wanting to get his book back, but she was just slightly out of reach. Taking a step forward, he reached for it again. This time, though, when he did, Iana dropped the book. Grabbing the book from the floor, before she can take it again, the book almost seemed to go instinctively towards him. It was closer to Azreal than it was to Iana, when he grabbed it.
'Hmm, if this is what I think it is, then I need to do some tests.'
Due to the ruckus Iana caused when trying to get the book, the other teacher noticed. "What happened over here, Ms. Zias?"
"Well..." The assistant teacher, named Ms. Zias, said.
"Ms. Zias, please tell me that you didn't judge the situation on your bias, again..."
"Well..."
"*Sigh* Just tell me what happened." The main teacher told Ms. Zias, while pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Ok. When I came over I saw Azreal here, keeping little Iana from a book. So, I intervened. I asked what happened, and Iana told me that Azreal was refusing to share a book we have, and that he was being mean to her. So, I started-" Ms. Zias was able to say before getting cut off.
"Wait, you listened to Iana only? What about Azreal?"
"I assumed he was in the wrong."
"You need to listen to others perspectives. Sometimes the boy isn't in the wrong."
"But-"
"No buts. I understand that 'He' was in the wrong, but you can't take it up with every boy, especially kids who don't even know the difference between genders, besides cooties. I'll finish up here for you, but could you keep an eye on the kids at the bathrooms?"
What they didn't know was that Azreal understood their whole conversation. 'Wow, I just thought she was one of those annoying teachers, that treats certain kids unfairly... There is no telling who a person is without getting to know them.'
Ms. Zias starts to walk to the kids who went to the bathroom, but was still able to hear the other teacher say, "I don't blame you Mia, remember that." Ms. Zias turned her head to see her teaching partner, to nod in understanding.
Azreal let out a small smile, thankfully unnoticed by the others, 'I forgive you, Ms. Zias. I won't hold a grudge on you.'
After the main teacher gave a warning to Iana to not try to steal other people's things. Azreal was able to continue to write in his book. Thankfully, there were some black pages, that he could write in clearly.
Mina came over a bit later. They were close enough in age, that they were able to be in the same class.
"Hey, Az!"
"Hey." He answered. Az is a nickname she gave Azreal when they were little because she couldn't say Azreal properly, and it just continued. Their parents think it is cute, and Azreal doesn't mind. It became her own little name for him. To be honest, he is just glad that she hasn't decided to use Azzy, that will be a big hit to the pride he has as a man.
"So," She started hearing a pause. "What are you doing?"
"I'm writing a bit of a small story."
"What is it about?"
"Well, I'm not really sure yet. I'm seeing where it takes me."
"Oh, ok. Let me know when you finish it."
"I will, Mina." What Azreal is writing is more along the lines of a song than a real story, but he is trying to write it as a song containing a story in it. If he told her he was writing a song, then she will go trying to brag about me doing it, but he would rather it be a secret.
"It is almost snack time, want to come with me to get some? I heard they are giving out brownies today!"
Letting out a chuckle, he replied, "Yeah, I heard that, too. Let's go." After hearing him, she took his arm and takes off to the snack section.

Azreal POV
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It has been about a month since that event, and there has been some discoveries. Mainly based on my quirk. It seems that when I reached for my book, I was summoning it. Well, I was in the process of summoning it. At first, I thought that I'll only be able to summon books of magic, but now, I believe I could summon any book. I'll still need to do more experimenting, but I plan on showing my parents and Mina when they come back from a celebrating day for her since it is her birthday. They let me with a babysitter to celebrate with her, I think they are hoping for her to show her quirk, while out. I mean, they hope she has more than just her mutant quirk. They did the same thing with me during my birth month, but they didn't do it for any of my others.
Right now, I am reading some of my dad's cooking books. I am hoping to find a great chocolate cake for Mina's birthday. She is obsessed with chocolate. I believe she is going to have a chocolate stash in her bag when we go to U.A. Back to the book, though. I have found a few, but there is only one that we have all the ingredients for. Thankfully, the cake that I believe Mina would like the best is the same one that we have the ingredients for.
Just then, I hear the door start to open. Coming out of the kitchen, I see Mina with a smile covering her face. She runs up to me, completely oblivious to the tired expressions of our parents that I was able to see. I can't really blame them, though. Mina is a handful, and them trying to see if she will awaken her quirk is pretty normal for parents after quirks started appearing. They just want to see the best for their children.
"Hey, Az!" She says to me when she gets right in front of me.
"Hey Mina, I was looking at some books, and I think I found a chocolate cake be can make for you."
"Really? How much chocolate does it have?"
"Well, let's just say even chocolate pudding is an ingredient..."
"YES! WERE MAKING IT!"
"Ok, ok. Let me show you the recipe first, though." After I said that, I reached towards the kitchen, and the cook book that had the recipe in it came rocketing into my hand. Opening it up to the page I bookmarked, I held it up for her to see, but she had wide eyes staring at the book in my hand before letting out a sequel, that can give anyone a headache.
"You awaken your quirk!" My mom and Mina said like I didn't even say anything about an awesome chocolate cake.
"Yep, I thought it would be a cool surprise for Mina's birthday." I said popping the 'p'. "Now, are we going to make a cake?"
"CAKE!" Mina yelled to the people across the continent.
It was safe to say, that the cake had to much chocolate for my taste, but not for Mina. I mean, adding extra chocolate to an already abundant chocolate recipe is a lot of chocolate.
The next day, we went to register my quirk. I was a bit nervous, but I have been able to increase the range of my sage force. With the increased range, I have been able to have very good information access. I am also able to implement suggestions into other people's minds. Unfortunately, it is only a slight suggestion, and people can resist it if they either have a strong mind or don't have any real desire to complete the task. I plan on using this on the doctors, who examine my quirk, so my quirk doesn't seem to strong nor to weak and lacking potential.
Arriving at the hospital for the registration, my parents look a little nervous, and keep telling me that no matter what the doctors say, I will be their little hero. I know due to hearing their surface thoughts, that they are nervous about my reaction to my quirk designation. They don't want to crush their child's dream of becoming a hero, like most parents.
Giving them a smile, we went inside.
The resignations was more of a headache than anything else. I had to use gravity manipulation of the Strength force, so that they don't find out that I weigh as much as a 12 year old. That would be embarrassing if they thought my quirk was to weigh more than normal, then I would forget about the ease of going to U.A. just based on embarrassment.
When they finish the medical side of the examination, we went to a room that looks like it was specially made for kids who could not control their quirks.
"So, do you mind showing what your quirk is?" One of the doctors that followed my family into the room. He looked like he was in charge due the other 2 following his lead.
"Ok, Azreal, show them." My father said.
I raise up my hand, and a book comes flying out of mom's bag that she brought. It was the same book that I was writing the song in. The doctors only show a little surprise, reading their minds, I find it to be because they have seen many kids display their quirks. There was even a very disturbing one, where a boy could grow any of his part of his body, and when he came in, a bobble headed disproportionate kid freaked them out.
"So, it seems like you have a form of summoning for your quirk."
"What objects have you been able to summon using the quirk?"
"What quirks do you two, the parents, have?"
They all started talking after seeing me summon the book. They were obviously happy to see a quirk that isn't rambunctious.
"Well..." My mom started, before whispering to the head examiner.
"Oh, I understand. You know that you'll have to tell him, hopefully before he becomes 8. Around that time, schools start to learn about quirks, and inheriting them." The head doctor told her quietly, but I was still able to hear. I was able to guess that she was telling him that I am adopted.
After telling the other two, the one to the right of the main examiner poorly whispered, "Do you know what his birth parents' quirks were?"
"No, we don't even know his real birthday. All we know is that his real name is Azreal Yongheng."
"Ok, Kubo, you go check on the name." After the head examiner said this, the one to his left left.
"So, what has he been able to summon so far?"
"He has been able to summon only books so far."
"Well, then I am going to classify his quirk as summoning with a limit to books. Hmm, the name could be something library..." the main examiner trailed off in thought.
"Oh, could my quirk be called something cool, like Magician's Library?" I quickly asked him.
"I don't know, we'll see."
Long story short, I was able to get my quirk called Magician's Library, but the examiners want to keep track of my quirk progress until I'm 10.
It has been a while since I checked my missions, though.
'Mission Board'
[Optional missions:
-Become a famous music producer
  Reward: unknown book knowledge
-Become a famous scientist
  Reward: unknown book knowledge
-Know true death
  Reward: unknown book knowledge
-Know true life
  Reward: unknown book knowledge
-Find the connection of the 2 worlds
   Reward: the secret behind All for One's quirk
Mandatory missions:
-Defeat All for One
  Reward: safe travel to MCU]
'Seems like nothing has changed. Wait, what does that mean?'

He was chosen by God to fix a problem, and ended up in My Hero Academia with 3 wishes.
He got adopted into a family getting a little sister named Mina, and decided to live his life to it's fullest, while not letting any harm come to the ones he calls family.



"I will start reading that book from the end! You won't get to say 'you have no idea' any more after I complete that book!" retorted Vrinda, trying to control her staggered breaths and flushed cheeks but his proximity only seemed to intensify the emotions causing the lightheadedness. 

Vivaan's smile faded away as he realized what her words meant. The ending of that book was full of questions for him; for abandoning her, for choosing duty over love. The last few pages were filled with angst and agony which twisted the dagger of guilt stabbed into his heart tortuously and beginning the her journey with such tormenting details would wreck havoc on her unaware self. 

"You will start from the beginning, Radha. You won't understand the context or the events at the end unless you read the book from the beginning," he advised, moving away from her, ignoring the frown which marred her features because of the increased distance. 

"You are saying this just to incite me for a longer time!" she countered, pouting her lips in disappointment and poking at his shoulder with her index finger. 

"I am just doing this for you, Radha. You will realize the same soon," he answered, lowering his eyes in guilt as he played numerous scenarios about her reaction towards their last meet as Vrinda and Vivaan, only to break his heart. 

The sincerity in his voice and the way he had averted his eyes from her helped Vrinda realize that he was indeed trying to save her from some kind of pain. Although curiosity had clutched her mind in its venomous grip, her growing feelings towards the man who had advised her tried to counter the curiosity by inducing patience. 

"See, I will not be able to control myself from reading the book from the end. But I trust what you are saying. Do one thing, we will read it together and after we are done for the day, you take the book with yourself. Curiosity should not let me do things which will form wrong opinions," stated Vrinda, trying to walk around to avoid seeing his crestfallen face which seemed to torment her more than she had expected. 

Curiosity was trait which had been long associated with Vrinda but she had always tried to limit her curiosity, either due to the wishes of her father or due to the boundaries she had herself erected. Throughout their journey, Vivaan was the one to convince her to break free of those boundaries and it certainly broke his heart to be the one to impose them. 

"I am sorry, it is just that you need to develop a better understanding of everyone before we reach to the last pages," he explained, holding her hand gently, preventing her from moving away from him. She turned around to face him, his touch working magic upon her, tantalizing her senses just like in the past. 

She held him by his biceps as several questions floated in her mind, still reeling with confusion and wreckage of senses. 

"It is not something good, is it? The end? Is it the reason I don't have any memory right now?" she questioned, her voice straining with melancholy and hesitance. 

Vivaan could not bring himself to voice his answer but just nodded in affirmation to her question. She had anticipated the same since she noticed the apprehension of Vivaan but the confirmation had still managed to shock her. 

"Let's start reading, please? I want to know everything," she whispered, leaning towards him and placing her head on his chest, almost impulsively as she basked in his warmth and gravitated like a moth towards fire to allow it to engulf her completely. She could not name her feelings towards the one who held her in grip of assurance but she was aware that only he could incite those feelings. Only he could be the reason, and nothing else mattered. 

 

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"Yaad Hai(You remember), everyone keeps telling us that you made me take my first steps. Yaad Nahi(Don't remember)? But I remember. Because my life had never been the same after that incident. I found a best friend, a confidante and most of all, the key to my life." 

Vivaan and Vrinda looked at each other in a puzzled manner as Vivaan read out the first paragraph of the book. How could she remember an incident that took place when she was less than an year old? 

"Read ahead, maybe we are thinking of the wrong incident," said Vrinda, confused by the wrods herself but she had an intuition that it was to do with something other than teaching her how to walk. 

"You must be thinking, 'how does Vrinda remember something which happened when she was about an year old'? I am not talking about that first step. The step which changed my life was speaking up for you when you were getting beaten up. That was the first time that I had felt adrenaline rush through me, first time I questioned everything taught to me. Along with the realization that I should do what situation demands rather than what expectations demand, I also managed to win your friendship. But trust me, back then, the real reason I wanted to be your friend was because Sucheta Kaki prepares amazing food. There's no need to think that you had any kind of charm." 

Vivaan's lips curved into upward curve on their own as a chuckle escaped his lips at Vrinda's words. Ever the one to remark on his lack of charms to contradict the words of the other girls who found themselves attracted to him, Vrinda had not forgotten to bring the same line of hers even into the gift she had planned for Vivaan. 

"Then I started opening up to you and you finally started getting more food for me at home without complaining. Or else I would have been stuck with eating the bland and supposedly sophisticated dishes only. You remember the way you questioned about why I only speak in English? That was the first time I had posed that question to myself and I realized that I had been doing things just because I was supposed to, not because I wanted to. It was then that I confessed that I wanted to learn dancing to you, Daksh Bhai and Kaki. Till then, I had not known that I was even supposed to have my own sets of interests. From making me eat those spicy and forbidden foods to helping me pursue my interests to romancing me at my own house by hiding it from Papa, must say, you do not have much of charms but you do have courage." 

"Seriously, again 'no charms'?" complained Vivaan, not realizing that the romance part had ended up making Vrinda feel awkward about being intimate with her best friend of the past when she could only imagine the man reading out to her in his place. 

"Looks like I was pretty open about the relationship," remarked Vrinda, trying to control her mind from playing out various possibilities about the same. 

It was Vivaan's turn to feel awkward when he realized that he was supposed to be a cousin of Vivaan and he had just read out a part which indicated about Vivaan and Vrinda stealing moments in the house they were in. 

"Yeah, I mean, it is book meant for Vivaan so...." 

"Let's continue tomorrow, shall we?" pleaded Vrinda, unable to erase the images from her mind and stop the crimson hue from coloring her completely. 

Her flustered expressions and quivering lips made a smirk etch itself on Vivaan's lips as he shook his head at her shyness, reminiscing the sudden outbreak of shyness between their passionate romance which always followed when she had took the initiative herself. It also did not take long for Vivaan to understand what was going in her mind as he drank in the sight of her blushed cheeks and slightly upturned lips. 

Somethings, truly do not change.

"Are you sure that you want to do this? The heart, which used to beat for you once upon a time, will break if she learns this and the eyes, which held love at the very mention of you, will turn into ambers of hatred. Do you think she can take this, Vivaan?" questioned Sucheta, eying her son lost in the bittersweet memories; those which were ruthlessly snatched from her. 

From the best of friends to the most passionate of lovers, they had been together through every thick and thin. While he vowed to accompany her till her very last step like he did on her very first step, she promised to love him with all that she has, till death do them part. 

Until, an unfortunate event separates the childhood sweethearts and scars the souls of the soulmates.

What caused Vivaan Agarwal to spurn away the love of the woman who rules his mind, heart and soul - Vrinda Chaturvedi? 

Uncle Wei suddenly said: "Wanrong, what did you think about the things I said to you in the past few days?"

"You mean to let me pretend to be someone else's son?"Lin Wanrong asked for a moment and immediately realized his understanding.


 
A few days ago, Wei Dashu once mentioned this matter to Lin Wanrong to the effect that Lin Wanrong went to pose as a son of a big family and had been rejected flatly by Lin Wanrong. In the meantime, he once again mentioned the old things and did not know what it was. meaning.


 
Wei Dashu obviously thought that Lin Wanrong was hesitating and hurriedly said: "Wanrong, this is not an ordinary big man. His strength is so big that you can't imagine. If you really go that step, you will understand what I mean."


 
"I can't imagine it so big? Is he an emperor? "Lin Wanrong laughed coldly.

Uncle Wei used his empty eyes to "sweep" Lin Wanrong with no squeaks, and Lin Wanrong couldn't understand the look on his face.

"If you pretend to be someone else's son, do you think that others will not recognize it? Don't treat people as fools. "Lin Wanrong advised Wei Dashu that he had died earlier.


 
"You are good. No one is a fool. I can tell you that this old man will definitely not have a son. He knows himself well, but he must find a son. "Uncle Wei.

"Oh?"This was a bit of a meaning. It was really interesting to know that it was not his own son but he was pretending to be a friend.


 
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Lin Wanrong could not help but tolerate a gossip: "Why? Is it true that people like to do other people cheaper? "


 
Uncle Wei looked at Lin Wanrong meaningfully and said: "With the world being big, how many things can we achieve according to our own wishes? Even the emperor, a relative of the country, will have his own unspeakable hardships, not to mention the common people. "

"Why would you choose me?"Lin Wanrong smiled and more and more found that he had the potential to go to the tabloid newspaper.

"Because you are bold, careful, with unique insights, thick skin, and -" Wei Xiaoshu "looked" Lin Wanrong mysterious smile: "And you are shameless!"


 
Hey, Lao Tzu took back that problem. The Wei old man was completely choreographing me. Lin Wanrong was angry but could only helplessly shake his head and wry smile. God was playing me like this. Shamelessness is not my fault.

Too lazy to continue to gossip, Lin Wanrong Yi Zheng Yan resigned: "Be a good filial piety is the first, the body is affected by the parents, this blood relationship is generated innate, and nothing can be changed. If Lin Wanrong recognises another person as a parent, where would the parents who give birth to me be placed? What is the difference between this behavior and animals? "

Wei Dashu sank for a moment and nodded. "No, you don't see it. You have an arrogant bone, too. Let's not mention it for the time being. Wanrong, I'm going to leave tomorrow. Now that we are together, he won't know when to meet. "

"What?"Lin Wanrong was shocked. This Uncle Wei was the first person he knew in this world. He could even be said to be Lin Wanrong's only loved one in this world. How can you say to leave?

You are gone, who do I eat and drink? Lin Wanrong thought of it.

Uncle Wei smiled and said: "I've been nearly eighty this year. I have stayed in this city of Jinling for another ten years. We should change the place."

Wei Dashu nearly eighty years? How can I not see it at all? This old man really will maintain.

"Uncle Wei, where are you going?"Having lived with the old man for so long, I was really reluctant to go. Although he asked Lin Wanrong to cook for him all the time in the name of a disabled person this month, it is undeniable that Lin Wanrong and he are still not. Small emotional. Just think about it, look at the world and meet only one person. How tragic this kind of scene is.

Uncle Wei did not answer Lin Wanrong's question. He only smiled slightly. "It may be that I would like to return to my hometown first. After all, I am old and the night falls are to be rooted."

He meaningfully "looked" at Lin Wanrong and said: "Wanrong, things change, like white clouds and pale dogs. Maybe when we meet again, you are still thinking about killing me."Uncle Wei is smiling, but his face is difficult to conceal the look of desolateness.

Lin Wanrong naturally when this old man was nervous, he ignored his words.

"Uncle Wei, where is your hometown? Do you still have family at home? Are your children and grandchildren in your hometown? "This month, Wei Dashu rarely talks with Lin Wanrong about his family. Besides knowing that he is a senior servant of Xiaoling, a large Jinling Wealthy family, Lin Wanrong knows nothing about him.

"Children?"Uncle Wei showed a slight smile on his face and looked at Lin Wanrong. "Wanrong, maybe you will know about me later. Now that we haven't talked about this, we'll know each other and I'll give you a small gift. "

He sneaked out a thin, thin, colorful album of paper from his arms and handed it to Lin Wanrong.

Lin Wanrong took a few pages and took a few pages. He saw the various pictures of men and women, the dragons, the tigers, the leopards, and the attachments.

Lin Wanrong's eyes are bright, and it's much better than any playboy, man, or dragon tiger.

Uncle Wei "looked" at Lin Wanrong and smiled. "How do you see what is not?"

Lin Wanrong flipped a few pages with his hands and realized his charm. He reviewed the deficiencies in his previous movements and laughed at him: "Hey, Wei Dashu, what else are you doing? See you now. By the way, does the illustrated version of "Golden Lotus" and "*" have? "

"What "Golden Lotus" "*"?"Wei Dashu asked strangely.

Lin Wanrong remembered that there was no such good book in the world. He was inevitably sorry for Wei Dashu, and he had no choice but to laugh and do not answer.

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Although Uncle Wei does not understand what these are, he can "see" Lin Wanrong's look, and he can still guess that he is not indistinct.

He "looked" at Lin Wanrong and smiled a few times. There was a strange and complex emotion on his face. It took a long time to say, "Oh, it's nice to be a man!"

No, Lin Wanrong couldn't help but sip a cool breath. Isn't this 80-year-old Wei Wei a glass?

This kind of thinking caused Lin Wanrong to sweat. Although Lin Wanrong was very open-minded in that era, he wanted to live with his old glass house for a month. How would he go out to meet people later?

Uncle Wei sighed and said slowly, "You shouldn't be blindfolded by those silver techniques. You look closely at the red lines on those people."

After listening to Wei Dashu's statement, Lin Wanrong noticed that the villain on the coloring page had a thin, blood-like red line. Is this the legendary line of action?

"This is my former years of blindness. I sneaked into the Imperial Palace library and found it in a remote corner. It was a long time ago. The person's hand was no longer verifiable. There was no effect and no one verified it. I see this. The booklet seems to have little meaning. It has been preserved until now."Wei Dashu said simply.

It turned out that there are three products, and it's no wonder that such a generous salesperson gave me, and Lin Wanrong laughs straight and asks why you don't personally try this old man.

Uncle Wei looked through his thoughts, and said, "I—I can't cultivate because of my personal physical reasons, but I believe no one is more suitable for this exercise than you."

A man was transported to Ancient China and eventually became a servant of a declining household without a male heir. He utilized his wits and modern knowledge to help the household and eventually become trapped in the sea of political turmoils of the period.

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[Eya's POV]

Me and Elea draw in peace as our friend/roommate takes his nap. When we arrived here, everything is quite akward. Since no one knows each other and we just met.

Earlier from the cafeteria, when I invited Jask to play with us, I was going to ask what was his life about. But since he's just so cold, he just shook and went to see back to our sit. Luckily, A kid with brown hair with black tips, blue eyes but lighter than Jask's, and with round glasses. 

He wore the exact outfit just like us, except Elea, since she always wears a scarf. When I asked her about that, she just smiled and told me let's talk about that in other times.

"Do you think he is okay?" Elea asked with worrisome in her tone. 

"Yeah, he's just tired or something," I replied.

She nodded and continue coloring the tiger in different colors. I looked at her coloring and she looked up to me, "What?" She said.

"Um.. do you know the color of the tiger's fur is orange?" I said. She looked down her paper and the color she held. 

She puts back the color she held, brown, and changed to color orange. She went to grab another copy of the tiger and started to color again.

"Um.. it might come out bad for you but, Have you ever gone to school?" 

She stopped coloring and looked up to me, she smiled. "No, My parents aren't always there. Im an only child, so that means I have no siblings. Basically, my parents abandoned me." She said.

I looked at her in disbelief, I opened my mouth to say something but no words came out. She puts down the color and went to reach over to pat my head, "No need to apologize, I already accepted it." She smiled.

"How about this, You teach me how to color properly," she suggested. I looked over her coloring and saw the color oranged kept on passing through the lines.

I nodded, "Sure.." I murmured.

She smiled at my response and went back to coloring, I stand up on my chair and went to assist her on her coloring. 

[3rd POV]

Jask woke up from his nap, looked around and saw his two friends coloring. He ghostly smiled and gets off bed then went to the two.

"Hey, what are you two doing?" Thw two girls jumped in suprised and looked behind them to only see a Yuuki Makoto Like Jask.

(A/N: If you get that, well. Let's suffer at P3P)

"Teach Elea to color," Eya said then went to guide Elea.

Elea looked in awe at Eya then at her coloring. Jask went to grab a book then sat infront of the two girls. Elea finished the coloring, with the help of Eya. She hugged Eya and repeatedly said 'Thank you!'

Jask looked up from his book and saw the two, he remembed what Chris said earlier at the cafeteria.

'They looks so happy, I wish I can be like them.'

Jask's blue eyes returned back to a empty void like eyes and went to read his book again. But those eyes flickered with slight light again as Elea asked him to help her read.

"Sure," He replied.

Elea went to grab a book with the help of Eya, again. He closed his book and placed it at side. Elea returned with a book then went to sit beside the bluenette.

"Happy three little pigs?" Jask asked.

Elea sheepishly smiled then told him her reasons, Jask nodded in understandment then went to teach her.

{Timeskip brought to you by Akihiko's butler suit}

Jask fell asleep on the table where he was teaching Elea. As for Elea, Eya went to teach her instead. Since Jask fell asleep.

Jask woke up from the sound of their door opening and Caretakers reeling in a cart with food and drinks. Caretakers put the food infront of the three kids then left the room. 

The three looked at each other then start to eat lunch. They heard the speaker talk from the speakers, "Hello kids! I see you all eating and helping each other, hm? Especially you three, Eya, Jask, and Elea. You three did today's challenge! Helping each other. Anways, enjoy your meal! Bye bye!" The speaker signed out.

"Challenged? I didn't know we have challenges here!" Eya smiled as her eyes lits up in excitment.

"Well aren't you a cheery one when it comes to challenges," Elea said.

"I might be hyper all the time, but that doesn't mean I can't stop from every challenges!" She exclaimed.

Elea giggled and drinked her lemon juice. "Let's hope the next challenge isn't that much deadly.

A young male named Jask Lans, woke up in an all white room. No doors. No windows. Nothing to escape to. He always asked himself with questions, but one question is stuck at his mind.

 "Will I survive this?"

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