Writing prompts from me to you. I personally cant write well, might aswell share ideas.

365 days, 365 scenes.
Battles among supreme beings.
Poems about losing love.
Dragons showing mercy.
Kids stumbling upon magic.

This journey involves my answering of 365 creative writing prompts in a desperate bid to overcome my laziness.
The prompts come from https://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/ and I write one a day.

THE SITUATION RIGHT NOW: I've gotten over the majority of my laziness. I'm unlikely to update this much. It's pretty much complete. The novel I'm working on is Dark Seas Leading Demise

 --- October 22, 2017/ 3 months ago ---
 
I and my best friend Margie Rose Domingo are walking to the school ground trying to head our way home. I swear I feel so tired and stressed after that long remedial exam given by our professor since he said that our records are hanging low so all his class stayed late just to comply. The whole school surroundings are now starting to darken but few students are also heading home. 
 
"Wow! I can't believe sir did it again. It's already late see, it's already 6:10 and I'm so tired." I said as I fixe my shoulder bag into my right shoulder, I simply look at my friend beside me seeing her also worn out face.
 
"Yap talks about much too much reminders for next semester. Did you take that form they had given us?" my best friend and partner in many crazy things Margie Rose Domingo asks as I just nod and looks at the trail going to the main road.
 
"Well, what can I say? They must be worried we might transfer to another schools. I am starting to get pressured by this course's subjects. The teachers are giving us too expensive projects and such. It's too stressing for me." I said with a deep sigh of weariness while I rub my aching neck.
 
"Forget that, I'm starving. Can we stop for food?" said Rose while she rubs her stomach that made me and her to laugh. 
 
"Say, whoever had the lowest grade in Creative writing shall treat for our meal." Rose said while winking at me, our teacher in that subject is a terror so I bet our grades are hanging.
 
"Game! That's our deal. Make sure you have extra money there alright." I said jokingly while smirking as we both take our class cards in our bags.
 
"Okay, as we agreed the one with a lowest grade shall pay. On the count of three we shall show our class card." Rose said and I nod thinking that I can pay since I have some extra money with me if ever I lose.
 
We both count into three then show our class cards making Rose grunt upon seeing my grade. I smile in triumph seeing that I have an 87 on my creative writing while 86 on Rose' making me do the victory dance we both usually do.
 
"Alright! A deal is a deal no back outs." I said as Rose sigh then smiles nodding.
 
"No problem." Rose said making me look at her in surprise.
 
"A-Are you sure. Don't tell me you got paid with your part time job in that CD store?" I said looking at my hard working friend who has a part time job on the CD store where I usually hang out just to accompany her.
 
"Hmnn yap. Don't worry about it." Rose said making me sigh knowing that my friend is working none stop because of her mother's medication. 
 
We are walking on the side walk when my cellphone starts to ring. I immediately open my bag and take my cellphone out just to look at it in surprise upon seeing my father's caller Id that made me furrow my eyebrows. I reluctantly slides the answer button somehow I don't know why but I feel so nervous, I slowly place my cellphone on my right ear.
 
"Hello pa." I said waiting for him to speak.
 
When I hear what he say I place my cellphone back into my pocket then looks at my friend looking so apologetic.  Rose look at me wondering while I shake my head looking so dismayed.
 
"What's wrong?" Rose said as she looks at me.
 
"Sorry Rose I have to head back home as soon as possible. They said there is something important they need to tell me. Let's eat out next time. I feel bad since this is our last day together." I said as I look at Rose really dismayed.
 
"Too bad, it's already semester break and the school will be on emergency break making it 3 months of break. We won't see each other again for that long. Are you going back to your province straightaway?" Rose said as we continue walking towards the jeep's station.
 
"I don't know; it's just a little bit weird why my parents are here this late without telling me earlier that they will be here. Something must have come up. I'll text you if ever we can get a chance to eat out.�� I sadly said before I wave my friend goodbye. 
 
"Okay, call or text me okay." Rose waves back towards me on the window of the jeep after she sits on the jeep.
 
As I quietly sit on the jeep I start think as to why my parents are here this late and are waiting for me at my uncle Oliver's house. I wonder why they ask me to head home as soon as possible, that I should immediately head to my uncle Oliver's house and not to the boarding house I am staying which is just beside my uncle's house. The tone of my father's voice made me really nervous. He seems to be so sad while I speak to him a while ago. When I arrive at the gate of Uncle Oliver's house I see an expensive car parked into uncle's frond yard, I sigh then I enter the gate quietly.
 
"Odd, do they have a guest today? This is my first time seeing a car like this visiting uncle. Not to mention it is already late. For a guest to be here on a time like this they must be someone close but I never seen this car before." I said in wonder as I look closely to that expensive looking black car.
 
I slowly climb the stairs towards my uncle's porch and then I stop in front of the door. I sigh while I stand near the door of my uncle's house, I am still deciding if I will knock or just press that darn door bell. I don't know why but I feels so nervous, like something ominous is about to happen. Somewhat, I feel so uneasy. I take a deep breath and slowly knock. The door opens revealing my elementary crush, Michael Adamson. He has this sun tanned skin, black clean cut hair, 6'4 height, muscular built, gray eyes and reddish lips. He is what I call a sun tan god.
 
"Hi. Uhmnn Anna this uhmnn warn you.... I-I just want to warn you. B-be ready for anything that will about to happen. Come in." Michael said as he steps aside to let me in. 
 
I feel so nervous most especially when he said that. The way he said it sound like trouble is about to come.
 
"O-kay.... what is going on?" I ask still confused to what he just said, this is the first time Michael talk to me first but the sound of his hoarse voice made me very nervous.
 
"J-Just be ready, because everything you know is about to change." He said with an awkward smile.
 
I am confused upon hearing what he said. This made me even nervous and uneasy, my relationship with Michael ever since elementary is so cold and yah! Nothing at all, we never talked to each other normally. Even from the time he came to stay with my uncle for college and that we see each other every day since we are walking on the same places every time, yet we never have shared a very interesting conversation at all. We seem to feel awkward with each other's presence thus the cold ice we feel every time one is near.
 
"Ah, Michael. W-what do you mean by that? A-are my parents in here?" I ask trying to hide my blushing face and that nervousness I am feeling. 
 
He smiles and signs me towards the kitchen so I now got my answer to where my parents are. 
 
"Th-They have been waiting for you in there. Ahmnnn Anna, good luck." He said making my face burn but at the same time my heart beats fast. 
 
I don't know if it's because Michael talks to me casually for the first time or that he smiled handsomely OR for something else?
 
"R-Right, thanks." I just said acting cool about it.
 
Michael closes the door and he walks towards the sofa right at the living room and sits beside Casper and Ian. Casper, Ian, and Nina are watching a movie; those 3 are my Uncle Oliver's children and my really unsocial cousins but they are cool when you get to be open up with them. Michael on the other hand is related to my Uncle Oliver's family because Michael's father is distant relative of my Uncle Oliver's wife, Aunt Cedes. And when Michael's father died my aunt take him into their house to help him study and she pays for Michael's studies in exchange he must stay to Uncle Oliver's house and help in his shop. Aunt Cedes is abroad so we seldom see her during our stay here.
 
"Anna dear, is that you? Come on here at the kitchen we have been waiting for you." I hear my uncle's call from the kitchen and since their kitchen and living room table are separated with a wall divider, I can't see who are there or if my parents are there. 
 
I take a deep breath when I see my niece Clayra running towards me and then keep on pulling my bag so I had no choice but to let my cute 4 years old niece have it. 
 
"Careful Clayra." I said as I watch how she is struggling to carry my bag towards the sofa where the others are sitting.
 
I slowly walk towards the kitchen divider as Clayra sit on the sofa next to Michael and starts to ransack my bag. I instantly turn red at the thought that Michael is looking into the content of my bag. My so messy and full bag, not to mention all my class cards are there so he can see my not so well but doing fine grades. I see that Clayra found what she is looking for when she stops looking into my shoulder bag and left it scattered on the sofa beside Michael. 
 
"Too messy." I utter almost a whisper looking at my niece's mess.
 
I shake my head and sighs upon seeing all my papers, class cards and notebooks scattered there while Clayra sit happily as she opens the candy she found. Michael looks at me and then he smiles, he starts to pick all my stuff and carefully return it into the bag. When he looks at me I mouth him my thanks before I take one last deep breath before I continue heading towards the kitchen just to see my parents and my 3 siblings, my elder sister Arsey the mother of my niece, my brother Ezzar and my sister Daisy sitting on the wide dining table together with my uncle Oliver and 3 new faces. 
 
"Hel-lo." I softly said as I nervously look at them, I somehow feel uneasy about this.
 
There is this lovely lady who turns to look at me and starts to cry. She has this dark hairs and fair skin; she is wearing a blue dress while her hair is in messy bun. Beside the lady is a man who is patting the lady's back as his eyes gazes at me, weird. The man has this black hair and a tan skin; he is also wearing a formal suit, those types we usually see worn by business men. On the other side of the man is another man, a man in his 50's and is also looking at me..... so weird. In front of the man is a black bag or in business term, a brief case.
 
"Oh don't just stand there dear. Come and sit so we can start... explaining things." My mother Mary Marcelo said sadly who is sitting beside my father August Marcelo. 
 
I sigh before I walk towards an empty seat just in front of the 3 visitors. I slowly sit and notice that their eyes are all towards me. My heart starts to pound heavily. What trouble did I cause this time? Who are these 3 weird visitors who look at me as if they are looking into a food? But despite of my thundering heartbeat and nervousness I have to act cool about this.
 
"U-uhmmnn what is going on?" I manage to say as I look around the table to look at my family's faces.
 
Why do I feel so uneasy about all of these? I look at my family and I can feel this dark sad aura surrounding them making me scared and nervous. But when I look at the two new faces in front of me, I feel this uncertain warmth in my heart... so weird. To my observation they must be couple seeing how the handsome 30's looking man hugs the woman who is also so pretty and looking like in her 30's to. The way they are looking at me makes me feel so warm, happy, nervous, and scared also not to mention I feel like vomiting all at ones. Who are they and why is the atmosphere feel so tight? Why does my parents look so sad and distressed?
 

Every one of us must have watch or read any fairy tale books in our entire life. Fairy tale story like: Snow white, sleeping beauty and our famous Cinderella. It must be great to live in a rich life where everything you want is given or provided, a life with servants at our disposal, and a life with a handsome prince charming ready to save us. But.....THIS certain story is not like any fairy tale story we had read and watched. This story is about being brave, being you and being who you want to be.

Anna Marie Marcelo is like any normal college girl who dreamed of a fairy tale like life but ends up accepting the reality that she is a farmers’ daughter and that’s just it. This made her study hard and work harder for the dream she wants to achieve in the near future. Together with her friend Margie Rose Domingo, they both face the reality of their boring, normal yet contented life.

A sudden change happens to Anna that causes a stir into her normal life. She will find herself wearing gowns, expensive dresses, and high class jewelries and dine in the finest food chains. Meets handsome but arrogant princes charming. Almost like a fairy tale story….a Cinderella story, but THIS is not a fairy tale story THIS is HER story.

Chapter 1

Rains are dropping beautifully in the sky. I watch as the rain drops into the cemented school ground. I am sitting silently on the very back of the class beside the window where I watches the rain freely. Our teacher in Creative Writing is discussing in front about writing styles making the lesson more boring thus made my mind fly and got occupied by the thought of how my normal boring life suddenly changed causing me to be so problematic now. By the way my name is Anna Marie Marcelo, a nerdy college girl who loves to read novels and watch anime. As a kid I always hated my life for being so boring and normal, I always wanted or hoped that just one day of it will be exciting and worth living for. Yet, when I found out my real identity oh gosh! I feel like I am in a major mystery thriller story with a twist. 

"I wonder why my life turns like this. Osh!" I said giving off a deep sighs of distress.

For a few months I have encountered and experienced much trouble I never had when I was still the normal boring Anna Marie.

---FLASH BACK/1 MONTH AGO---
I and my best friend Margie Grace Domingo are walking in the school ground trying to find our way towards the highway to wait for some public transports. Our subjects just ended and the sky is beginning to darken indicating that our teacher had forgotten to constantly check the time... again.

"Wow, just WOW! Sir is so stressing. Look at the time its already pass 6:30 plus I am so tired. Vacation is already 3 days from now, I bet your professors have also given you some projects?" Margie said as she fixes her shoulder bag in her right shoulder.

"Yap, you hit the jackpot! One big book report and a damn stupid movie review. Forget that, I'm starving. Can we stop somewhere... say McDonalds?" I said as I look at my friend's stressed look.

"We really are in sync, I'm hungry to. McDonalds sounds great." Margie said as she rubs her stomach as if telling me that she is really hungry. This made us both laugh as Margie took off her glasses and wipes it with her handkerchief then returns it back into her face. 

"Dude, just go to your ophthalmologist and get your eyes checked up. You said your glasses are issued way long ago. Look at your glasses they are blurry." I said as I look at my friend.

"Yah right, money dude... I ain't got any. Plus, mom's medication is our priority right now so glasses of long ago should have to do for now." Margie said as we walk at the alley where we pass a street light and a small store.

"Well, priority first right I mean-----." I didn't finish when my cellphone rings causing me to dig into my shoulder bad to look for my cellphone.

I was beyond dazed seeing my mother's caller ID, since the day I came to the city to study since High School they rarely call or text me so it is a shock as to why they are calling me in such late night. With furrowed eyebrows I swipe the answer key and place it into my left ear.

"Hello ma?" I said still in daze.

For a few moments I silently listen to what she wanted to say until she ends the call. Margie is waiting on me as she looks at me worriedly. I look at her with a sorry look on my face making her confused.

"What's wrong?" Margie asks still looking at me in pure confusion.

"Sorry Gie I have to head home pronto. Ma said they are here and there is something important they need to tell me. Let's eat out next time; I was really looking forward to dining with you again. How about we eat tomorrow... say Inasal?" I said as I smile to my friend who smiled as she nods.

Oh by the way I haven't yet introduced my best friend. Her name is Margie Grace Domingo, a nerdy like me who is also a lover of anime and novels. That, must be the reason why we are best friend... we have a lot in common. We continue to walk towards the waiting station where Margie will commute since she lives different direction to mine. As we wait for a public transport I was thinking couple of why's as to why my parents are here unannounced. I was back to myself when I saw Margie signed a public jeep that stops in front of us.

"Anna I'm heading first. See you tomorrow and... better prepare your savings because we will enjoy our days before vacation. See yah!" Margie waves as she rides the jeep.

I waves back at her as I watch the jeep going away. I sigh as I walk towards the private road towards the waiting station of public jeeps traveling to the street where I live in this small boarding house right beside my uncle's house.

I wonder why my mother simply give me the instruction to immediately head home and to come to my uncle Oliver's house, not to the boarding house.  When I arrive and enter the gate I see an expensive looking black car parked in front the yard of my uncle's house but I just thought that my uncle must have some visitors. I stand in front of the wide door unsure if I will knock or just ring the doorbell. It confuses me as to why I suddenly feel my heart beats too fast and I feel so uneasy. I took a deep breath and slowly knock since that is what I usually do when I go to my uncle's. The door opens revealing my elementary crush and maybe until now... Michael Adamson.

"H-Hi uhmnnnn Anna this... uhmnn want to... I just want to warn you. Be ready for anything that will about to happen... oh sorry, do come in. Anna, good luck." He said making me uneasy.

Michael step aside for me to enter but I am still confused and worried to what he have said. The relationship I had with Michael ever since elementary is cold, formal and yah pretty awkward. Even when he came to live with my uncle for college which is a total shock to me since I was really thinking that we won't be crossing path after graduation. Even if we are seeing each other every day, we never shared a very normal conversation. It is like we are embarrassed to even look or utter a word to each other. But what is happening today is a bit confusing to me.

"Ahmnn Michael, w-what do you mean by what you say? A-are my parents here?" I ask trying to hide my flushing face and to stop my fast beating heart.

"Ehmnnnn they are in the kitchen." He said smiling as he close the door.

I watch him walk towards the sofa to sit beside my cousin Casper. The three children of my uncle are there watching an anime in their wide flat screen TV. Ian look at me with a welcoming smile and their only sister Nina waved at me with a smile; I answered them with a smile to. Michael on the other hand is related to my Uncle Oliver's family because his father is the step-brother of the wife of my uncle. That is why he came to live with them for college. I also found out that my auntie is the one paying his college. 

"Anna dear? Is that you? Come on in here, we are in the dining room." I heard my uncle's call coming from the other side of the wall right on the dining room.

Clyra my cute 4 years old niece, the first child of my older sister Arsey and her husband Jack came running from the dining room towards me. Clyra is wearing her favorite green dress that I usually see every time they will come to visit me.

"Auntie...te!" Clyra excitedly jump as she grabs my shoulder bag pulling it off me.

"Oh careful there." I said as she run away with my bag in her hand and place it into the sofa beside Michael.

I watch her as she suddenly raise my bag upon opening it and emptied the content into the sofa. My notebooks, bullpens, some lecture materials and others are scattered on the sofa as Clyra look into it as if looking for something. When she found what she is looking for... a piece of candy I thankfully left in there unnoticed, my niece then run towards the dining room leaving my things in a total mess. I look into it and Michael carefully returns the items back inside my bag giving me one last look with a smile. I mounted my thanks before taking a deep breath and walking towards the dining room breezing myself for anything that might happen.

"…sitting behind is care, but no effort left is there to share."
                One of the girls the room definitely recites her poem the least emotion. That last line tells everything why. Almost eight students have been called in front, and so far, their language is flawless. Most of them must have been to a state of America or Australia, but the Asian accent still finds its way to be felt between their words. Everyone is expectant to be called as Mr. Hwang once again stands in the middle of the front aisle.
                "Thank you Karen. And for the last presenter, let's have…"
                I can feel his intention to call on me. The willingness in the faces of my classmates is not strong enough to overpower my intimidation to be called in front. And without a doubt…
                "Marcus, please recite to use your poem that we may have a glance of who you are."
                Everyone is, once again, clapping at this new student who is the most foreign of all. The mere minute left for me to write has not given me enough time to artfully word the obscurity of my gender.
                Amidst the overflowing fear to be hated, I stand before these new faces who have no clue who is about to speak to them. South Korea is known to be one of the most conservative nations of this modern world, and what I am about to tell them will definitely alter their view—and to which direction, I am not sure.
There is a heart that beats
Covered by skin and muscles inside my chest.
For all, it works to provide life.
For some, it pumps to keep themselves alive.
For few, it throbs for someone else's love.
For me, it beats under my chest
Still unsure of which it for exists.
                I anticipate my speech to end in silence, but the burst of applause tells me that they did not grasp the hidden message that lingers with those words. They may have been amazed by the integration of elements in writing a good literature, but their focus to that makes me upset because the essence of my poem has not been savored accordingly.
                Nonetheless, Mr. Hwang's eyes whisper a message of understanding and worry. This gesture explains how much competent he is for this subject because he has the ears and eyes to discern.
                I thank the bell for ringing right on time. With that, I have a plausible reason to escape from the hook of everyone's attention. I rush to grab my things from my seat and pretend to take my time putting them back to my bag. I should feign being slow to buy them time to leave the room.
                "Marcus, your poem is substantial and creative." Mr. Hwang compliments when everyone has left the room except me.
                "Inside you is a poet whose composition is destined to be heard. To be written in just few minutes, your poem is just great."
                "…and brave." A third person's voice cuts my conversation with Mr. Hwang.
                His subtle movements make I and Mr. Hwang believe we were alone in the room. Nonetheless, there sits the tall guy whose desk is opposite of mine. But the growing pace of my heartbeat is not caused by his presence, I assessed. It is his comment which rushes the rhythm of my breathing.
                I know I am required to give the next comment, but there is nothing in my mind now that I can grasp to tell. Good thing the tall guy leaves the room right after he feels the awkward atmosphere.
                
                In all the classes I have for this day, that last class is the most memorable. By that, I mean, a bittersweet-kind of memory. Until now, my thoughts are hovering around the quick comments I received from being myself. I wonder how bare that line was.
       Still unsure of which it for exists.
                It can mean "unsure" of which person it is existing for. It can be that girl who attended the same school as I back in elementary, or that other girl who lives next to us back in the Philippines. However it can mean, I know in myself that it means it is unsure whether a man or woman it exists for… and two of the people in that room understood what I meant. Mr. Hwang's reaction has an embrace of encouragement, while that guy's comment does not clearly reveal anything at all. And that mere thing makes it even worse to think about.
                The depth of my introspection allows me to reach the dormitory unwittingly. There I stand in front of the door to room 408, thanks to that other guy in the elevator for assisting me find the place faster.
                On that door, there is my name and someone named "Kim Seung Min". He clearly is Korean, I thought. My roommate, I hope, is the best person I will ever meet in this country.
I tap the card that guy handed me in class. The door produces some sound which tells me it is unlocking. I clutch the knob. The room is more stunning than I expected! It is bright and very conducive for learning and writing those masterpieces I am about to create.
I remove my shoes before entering the bedroom proper as Korean culture has taught me. I caress most of the furniture in the room, and the mere touch of them shows me "heaven"!
I have never lived in this kind of luxurious room! I sniff the luxurious air that lingers inside my new room for almost a year. The scent is so aromatic that my eyes unconsciously closed themselves to heighten the moment's feeling. But that grand moment is snipped by the opening of the bathroom door.
Surprisingly, it is that tall guy in the classroom.
More surprisingly, he seems to know I am his roommate and my presence does not seem to bother him at all.
And Most surprisingly, he is not wearing anything at all!
                Let me correct myself. He is wearing his nude boxers. Sorry for the wrong info.

In that land he barely knew, he convinced himself to dare to play the most dangerous game. It is either he falls or he fails. Love just cant be won over.

The raging flames continued to blaze. The piercing screams and wails never ended, accompanied by the roars and manic laughter of pirates.

Barbarian corpses piled up in this place one after the other, the blood splitting to form little streams. Once Leylin decided to attack this place, the Barbarian tribe was completely done for.

As Odge had taken most of the strong and the young, all that were left behind were a bunch of frail, elderly, female or children beings. It could be said that in front of these vicious pirates, resistance was pointless.

“This barbarian tribe seems to hold some secrets…” Leylin touched his chin, a devilishly charming smile on his face as he arrived at the heart of the tribe.

The sacrifices were made here, but it was to some unknown god. A large piece of obsidian was carved into a firm altar, on which there was a large animal skin flag and strange crimson runes.

In front of the altar were a few struggling barbarians, all of them unbelievably old.

“You of another race, do not come here!” they exclaimed. They were so frail they looked like reeds. A few youths next to them held on to the last spears and weapons they had, trembling as they aimed at the invader with eyes full of fear.

“A barbarian priest? A sorcerer?” Leylin watched these barbarians who already had one foot in the grave and sensed the power of their bloodlines. He could not help but nod to himself.

“Scram!” Arcane spells burst forth, forming terrifying large elemental hands that tore the few sorcerers into shreds. Their stubborn resistance was futile, and such strength instantly left them at a loss.

A few arcane fireballs rumbled forth, burning the rest of the barbarians to ashes. Leylin stepped over the corpses to arrive at the altar, nothing in his way.

“Spirit? Soul? Or is it without a conscient…” As he felt around the coarse notches carved into the stone, Leylin closed his eyes.

‘Are these barbarians trying to gather divinity with the power of their community?’ With tons of experience, Leylin immediately saw through their plans. The power of faith far exceeded extraordinary force. With years of worship and sacrifice, this place had already begun to develop traces of a primal power.

The altar had strong faith within it. There were spirits of powerful beings mixed in, those who had died over time, and the foundation was currently very firm. Just a bit more time could really have given birth to divinity.

This was how many ancient tribal gods had been born. A high-ranked barbarian could use this bit of divinity to cross the threshold of becoming legendary. They could even become a demigod with their advance, combining that with their faith to ignite godfire.

As he too had plans to become a god, Leylin could comprehend this thought process.

“As for the person chosen to become a god, it should be Odge, or do they have another powerful pawn? How ambitious…” Leylin stroked his chin.

There had always been many intelligent people in this world. As the outer seas did not have the attention of too many gods yet, becoming a god in the outer seas was much less difficult than in the continent. For this reason, Odge had set his sights on this area, which coincided with Leylin’s plan.

“Is this a god of the barbarian race? With how weak the outer seas are, a demigod would immediately unify the place, making it a playground for the barbarians…”

Leylin’s eyes glinted, “Very creative, but it’s a pity that you met me.”

Leylin had long since treated the outer seas of Dambrath as his territory. While the barbarians had their own plans, he would have to disappoint them.

“The spirits are valiant, guarding the tremendous power of faith and soul origin tightly.” Leylin observed the obsidian carvings and animal skin runes, an unenthusiastic look on his face, “Seems like every barbarian that dies will return to this place…”

This was the hope of a race! In the World of Gods, a race without protection from a god would not have a future. Mixed with their hot-bloodedness and sacrifices, it was both inspiring and tragic.

Leylin shut his eyes, and he felt like these spirits had encircled him. A tremendous malicious intent descended, “Scram! Scram!”

This was no illusion, but the power of rejection from the altar itself.

“Tsk tsk… How powerful does the unified heart of an entire race get, with blood sacrifices urging it on?

“Such strength! I wish to defeat it. I shall strike down the ascension of your race, and crush your hopes completely!”

A deep and dark power could instantly be seen in Leylin’s eyes.

“Devour!” Leylin willed it, and the altar creaked like it couldn’t bear the weight. The ground began to shake as if there was an earthquake, creating numerous dark holes.

Heat! Lunacy! Energy that was filled with soul force surged out from the altar like a tsunami.

“Mm…” Leylin’s expression was incomparably sinister for an instant, all sorts of emotions flashing in his eyes. The barbarian spirits were extremely crazed and vengeful, launching forth with all sorts of snarls and counterattacks as they began their last struggle.

It was a pity that this was a minor issue for Leylin. After all, he was experienced with souls.

“Hss…” The phantom of a Targaryen emerged in Leylin’s mind, and in one mouthful devoured the numerous souls and conscients. In the face of Leylin’s soul origin, the attack from these valiant souls were as weak as ants.

Varied soul force burst forth as they shattered, carrying berserk emotions and numerous memory fragments.

“A soul is a small matter. The issue is that there’s still these berserk emotions within the soul force…” Leylin sighed.

The basic requirement to absorb divinity was that one was legendary, and this was not without reason. Those who were yet to cross that threshold wouldn’t even be able to live through the attacks of these souls.

“God… I pray that you protect our barbarian race!” “You must make the barbarians the most powerful race!” “Please ensure the survival of the barbarians…” “I want to have meat. I want meat everyday…”

Such chaotic thoughts appeared in Leylin’s mind that they could cause a regular person to go mad. Even someone with legendary strength could acquire a mental disorder, the chaotic soul energy causing cracks in their memories.

However, Leylin had the A.I. Chip. He also had prior experience in this area, and his own soul origin was near rank 7. He could still take this.

“Hss…”

“I am the limitless Jörmungandr, the master that devours all things!” The Targaryen phantom appeared in Leylin’s pupils, and the power of devouring appeared, forming spirals that devoured all the chaotic soul origins at one go.

After being converted, the strength surged into Leylin’s sea of consciousness.

The A.I. Chip’s prompt sounded at this moment. [Beep! Host has taken in a large amount of energy, determined to be soul origin essence. Absorbed!]

Large amounts of icy streams of air converged in Leylin’s mind, allowing his spiritual force to revolve rapidly.

[Beep! Host has absorbed soul energy. Spirit +1]
The accumulations of the barbarian tribe over countless years had made things easy for Leylin, and even allowed him to raise his spiritual force.

Leylin looked at his hands and murmured, “My spiritual force has increased a bit. I feel like every small increase in stats past fifteen points is a huge advance.”

The A.I. Chip’s prompts continued. [Beep! Host’s spirit has broke through, becoming rank 16 arcanist!]

At this moment, his stats were refreshed.

[Leylin Faulen. Age: 22. Race: Human, Rank 16 Arcanist. Strength: 13. Agility: 11. Vitality: 12. Spirit: 16. Arcane energy: 160 Status: Healthy. Feats: Sturdy, Erudite, Elementary Perfect Body. Specialties: Arcane Energy Detection, Arcane Amplification.] [Progress on Weave analysis: Level 0: 100%, Level 1: 100%, Level 2:100%, Level 3:100%, Level 4:100%, Level 5: 67.35%, Level 6:41.91%, Level 7:22.33%.] [Spell slots available: Rank 7(2), Rank 6(5), Rank 5(7), Rank 4(???), Rank 3(???), Rank 2(???), Rank 1(???), Rank 0(???)]
The advancement of arcanists required growth in both spiritual force and soul force, as well as the comprehension and sensing of arcane energy. However, with Leylin’s attainments in magic with his main body, he already surpassed many legendary arcanists. There was practically no bottleneck for his advance, and his spirit breaking through automatically led to a rise in his rank.

‘The barbarian tribe hasn’t formed a divinity yet. Just a bit of the power of faith mixed with soul energy can help me increase a rank? Perhaps I should focus on finding information in this area…’

In Leylin’s eyes, the power of faith was the power of emotion, and also soul force. There had been no bottlenecks in his advancement, and all he needed was enormous energy and his ability of devouring. When all the conditions were met, he could quickly advance.

For Leylin, this was also a shortcut to more power. As long as there were barbarian worshippers, it was possible that they had formed great soul energy like this, be it in the outer seas or various other areas in the continent.

Of course, if an altar had truly gathered divinity, Leylin would not dare devour it. If not, his own temperament could change, and that was not something trivial.

Becoming the patron saint of the barbarians would be even worse than killing himself.

Leylin is transported from an advanced technological era into a medieval world— except there’s magic. Equipped with only his quick wits and an A.I. chip fused to his soul, he sets out to become the most powerful magus the world has ever known. In a land divided into the Light and Dark Magi, the weak can either be cattle or disposable slaves. Only the strong can determine their lives, and only they have the luxury for virtue. Yet strength is only a tool for Leylin, like any other. His goal, in the end, is his own.

Translator’s desc:
What happens when a scientist from a futuristic world reincarnates in a World of Magic and Knights?

An awesome MC — that’s what happens!

A scientist’s goal is to explore the secrets of the universe, and this is exactly what Leylin sets out to do when he is reincarnated. Dark, cold and calculating, he makes use of all his resources as he sets off on his adventures to meet his goal.

Face? Who needs that… Hmmm… that guy seems too powerful for me to take on now… I better keep a low profile for now.

You want me to help you? Sure… but what benefit can I get out of it? Nothing? Bye. 

Hmmm… that guy looks like he might cause me problems in the future. Should I let him off for now and let him grow into someone that can threaten me….. Nahhh. *kill*

TMS is now well and truly ended.
Thank you Islinda for giving this story a chance for a contract. I hope it proves well for Webnovel.
To all TMS regular readers and supporters. I won't name you individually to respect your anonymity.  With my deepest respect, thank you for your time, interaction and support.  A story can be written.  It's only when it's read that it becomes a tale. 
And I won't forget those from Tapread and Wattpad who gave Hinata and Eiji's drama a chance when it was there.  I've been blessed.
Here is an omake about its own small journey to close the curtains. 
---WPC #46 - To My Sunflower's Journey---
A moment of nostalgia as I look back to the contest that helped me form the concept for this story. Otherwise, I would've never written it.
---[[Writing Prompts Contest #46:Fall in Love with a Soldier
"Believe it or not, the only way we kept in touch was through letters. We would write to each other about our days, about our lives. They were all innocent letters, but they were amazing because it gave me an insight into how simple a person he was."
What it feels like loving a soldier?
"When you fall in love with a soldier, you fall in love with your country; when you fall in love with a soldier, nothing is set in stone on your end. Plans can and will change at the drop of a hat and planning ahead is impossible.
Though all that is true, so is when you fall in love with a soldier, you've found the best there is.
When you fall in love with a soldier, you've found someone who not only loves you more than his own life but loves his country more than his own life as well.
When you fall in love with a soldier, a kiss is worth a million dollars, and no expensive gift can compare.
When you fall in love with a soldier, you've fallen in love with someone who appreciates having a bed, running water and warm food.
When you fall in love with a soldier, you've fallen in love with not who you've prayed for, but someone so much more.
Thank you, God, for letting me fall in love with my soldier."
(Emily Richeson)https://forum.webnovel.com/d/18335-writing-prompts-contests-45-46]]---
The winner of my prompt was a book that is now on hiatus. No other entries qualified. At the time I didn't realize that having votes was the rank qualifier. So my book was instantly disqualified.
Despite not making it past the car park, so to speak, I kept this story going. I had moved it to Wattpad and continued to post chapters there.
I entered it into a Wattpad community award, and had eventually won the award for Historical Fiction, but never received the prize for it. 😆
That's okay. Knowing that my writing was enough to be a winner in a judge's eyes was cool. It won over some quality stories as well. That was a prize enough for me.
After some time, I started posting the story to Tapread where it picked up read interest there. Then I got a ping from Islinda who liked the lone chapter I had left on the book page.  
This story has been a blast to write. I'm proud of what I've been able to achieve with it. I have no regrets of what I leave behind, as I have given my best shot.
♥♥
Arigatōgozaimashita.  
Until next time. Take care.♥


Hinata longed for his Eiji to return from war. Alone in the idyllic countryside whilst other areas of Japan were torn asunder. One day, he receives a letter from his lover filled with the scent of sunflowers and his undying love for him. Followed by official news of his presumed death at Iwo Jima. Heartbroken. Yet determined to honor his promise to Eiji; to live the life they were unable to live together.

Eiji fought honorably for Japan at Iwo Jima. He fell injured in a banzai charge to be classified as dead. He recovered with the aid of an American lieutenant, who escorted him back into the mainland for espionage work. His one chance and hope of return to Hinata's side.

A compelling risk of a war story set at the end of the Pacific War, 1945. Two sides of the war, on Japanese soil, are shown from the individual perspectives of same-sex lovers Hinata and Eiji. 

More than a boys love. This story is an emotional drama, revealing heart and souls of people surviving America's assault on Japan. The consequences suffered at war's end.

Staying with Eva certainly wasn't boring. On the first night they were at her house she insisted they were going to burn through as many Disney movies as possible so Hazel would know who all they bothered standing in line to take pictures with. 
She hadn't realized her lack of knowledge had been so apparent. But Eva wasn't unkind about it. It seemed more like she wanted to share something fun that she liked than she thought Hazel was crazy for not knowing before. 
Most of the movies were pretty cute. Exactly the sort of things kids tended to eat up. 
Hazel had enjoyed it too once upon a time. Her parents used to put those types of movies on for her and sometimes even take her to see them in theaters. 
She used to wish they would play movies while she was in the mental hospital. But after meeting Will and hearing all of the amazing things there were to know about the real world, the fictional one hadn't appealed to her as much anymore. 
Besides, once she got out her uncle wasn't the type to allow children's movies in his house. He didn't like the slightest bit of noise indicating she existed most of the time. That was the only reason he supplied her with minimal art supplies. 
Drawing was always an effective way to shut her up. As she went back to school and was able to check out books from its library she tried to draw the things she read about. There were even some guides on how to draw that helped her a lot as she tried to improve. 
Hazel spent the remainder of her elementary school days and most of middle school as well refining her technique. She was so absorbed by all there was to learn that she had no interest in friends so it wasn't like anybody other than her uncle would have taken her to the movies either. 
When they weren't watching movies, Eva wanted to hear more about Hazel's life. There really wasn't much to tell leaving out her juicy past. She was a pretty boring person. 
Talking about her art was a fairly safe topic. She mentioned that she had been interested in it basically her whole life so it was the obvious career choice even though people advised her against it. 
Everything had worked out in the end. She landed this comic job, which looked great on her resume. And after that she ended up married to someone who was willing and able to buy her all the art supplies she could ever want. Will had kept his promise quite well even if it was later than she had hoped. 
Getting here had been a rough road though. Her uncle didn't support her dreams and refused to pay for her to go to art school. He had barely acknowledged her when she got a scholarship by buying her a school sweatshirt. 
All of her high school teachers (except the art teacher) were against it too. They thought she was wasting her brains on a field that wouldn't pay well or offer a consistent job unless she decided to be a graphic designer. 
Hazel didn't want to spend her entire life creating lifeless things for other people. She refused to go down that road, even if it meant picking up a bunch of odd jobs to get by. 
Graphic designers didn't have any sort of creative freedom whatsoever in her mind. She needed to be unrestrained and free in her art or she felt choked. Even working with a finicky author like Eva was far superior to making logos all day. 
The nice thing was that Eva understood how she felt about taking the easy road. She could have gone to grad school to become a social worker like every other psychology major she knew because it was the 'smart choice' with that degree. Social workers, like graphic designers, were in high demand. 
But she was one to take the road less traveled by. If she went back to grad school it would be to specialize in the very specific field she wanted and nothing less. 
She had told Hazel how she ended up where she was now, in what her mother called 'a career dead end.' Yes, she was working two jobs and didn't have the most glamorous lifestyle but she made enough to do fun things every so often like their trip in Florida. 
The point was that she was doing what she wanted and didn't feel a rush to change that. Hazel could respect that. 
What she was less fond of was that Eva's interest in true crime and serial killers was because she was genuinely intrigued by criminology. Her eventual goal was to work for the FBI as a profiler. 
Wanting to catch people like her parents' killer wasn't the part she was upset by. It was how she consumed countless amounts of media about serial killers and other famous criminals and helped perpetuate sales and popularity for those things. 
It was people like her who kept the market for such grotesque things open. Those she truly despised—the people who capitalized on other people's pain by writing books picking apart the sick minds of killers—made money off of people like Eva. It was why they kept doing it. 
She had seen the book on the Bay Area Blade that had largely inspired his inclusion in that docuseries in a stack on the coffee table. It had taken all of her willpower to keep her mouth shut about it.
The series had already started airing and Hazel desperately hoped Eva wouldn't want to watch it while she was stuck here. She wasn't sure she would calmly be able to explain why she couldn't bear to watch that crap. 
Three days passed and there was no sign of the snow letting up back home so she would have to stay here a while longer. That show aired on Sundays and it was Thursday now. More than anything she wanted the airport to be cleared for travel before then.

“I’ll marry anyone who will take me!” Hazel declared loudly. “I don’t need love!”

“Get down!” Will hissed. “You don’t know what kind of people are lurking around in here! Talking like that might get you killed!”

==

Hazel Dixon thought she was putting her troubled past behind her. But when the person she thought she trusted most betrays her, she loses her head and proposes to an entire bar full of strangers. 

Enter Will Sheffield, a charming stranger who decides to take her up on her offer to save her from herself. 

He spoils her rotten without expecting anything in return and Hazel's confusion only grows. She doesn't know why he is acting this way. Or why he reminds her so much of the 'dangerous' childhood friend she thought was gone forever...

When Zhang Lisheng saw his girlfriend's frown, he could not help but chuckle. Stroking Tina's supple golden hair, he said, "Tina, the only pursuit of mine after becoming a wizard is to obtain great omniscient power so that I can enjoy great freedom. All the hardships and obstacles I'm going through, along with the killings and battling that I'm doing, does not give me pain, but it gives me joy instead. You don't have to look at me like I'm other ordinary men…"
"Baby, we have a gap between culture and gender. If you say something that I don't understand, you won't be able to comfort me."
"Is that so? Let me use the simplest words then." The young man shrugged. "I'm not like any ordinary men. I don't care what other men would think if they have a girlfriend like you, but I only know that you're the most qualified lover in the world in my heart."
"Aww baby, that is the sweetest affirmation I have ever heard in my life. I love you..." The girl's disappointment was swept away instantly. She hugged Zhang Lisheng and shouted happily.
The two of them hugged and kissed each other for a while. Without warning, Zhang Lisheng's phone broke the sweetness in the air.
"It's Charlie. I haven't contacted him since I came back. Looks like he must be calling me regularly at this hour," The young man hastily took his phone out of his pocket and gave it a careful inspection. He shrugged at Tina helplessly and picked up the call. Immediately, Charlie's startled voice resonated from the phone, "Oh, boss! I finally got in touch with you."
"Yeah! You really called at the right time…" Zhang Lisheng answered in an odd tone while leaning onto the back of the driver's seat. "Charlie, let me guess. The reason you keep calling me in haste must be because of the Noah Project, right? Actually, I'm also planning on calling you to tell you to hold onto the plan of making the Shrimp B1 Island into the 51st state."
"Yes, boss. Right now, Congress has been arguing a lot because of the immigration arrangements of the Noah World, so they really can't attend to other issues now," Charlie said, visibly relieved. "There's another important thing; our LS Group has appeared in the first-batch list of companies the federal government invited to participate in the Noah Project. They provided a two-billion-dollar interest-free five-year loan. They also invited us to build an urban-level ecological slaughterhouse at a scale similar to that of a city with a million population in the first 24 immigrant oases."
"A scale of a million-population city?" Upon hearing so, Zhang Lisheng calculated sensitively, "24 times one million is equal to 24 million. Just how large is the US population? They want to migrate one-tenth of the population right away on the first batch?"
"Of course, it's impossible, Boss! Even if they can find more than 20 million US citizens willing to migrate to the Noah World, the federal finances will not be able to afford this level of urban construction. What the government wanted was to build some relatively cheap infrastructure in one go."
"Ah, I understand now. Okay, Charlie, since the federal government has invited LS Group, let's do it then! Go get a few experts to calculate how long we could complete this project and call me after that."
"I've calculated it, Boss. The overall project will take about a year, but we can complete the two oases nearest to Earth within four months."
"Great! By that time, I'll go and start up the slaughterhouse in Noah World," Zhang Lisheng casually replied, "Four months? I remember that four months just so happen to be the maturing time for a fast-growing beef cattle. Come to think of it, building a livestock farm in the oases and then slaughtering the said livestock right away on the spot is quite a creative idea. Hopefully, the federal government can get what they wish."
"Oh, we won't have cattle there, Boss. I believe that if the immigrants in Noah World wanted to eat meat, then they'll have to rely on the drought-resistant lambs or camels from the Middle East. Anyway, I won't bother your time anymore. Please convey my apology to your girlfriend as well. Goodbye!" Charlie chuckled and hung up the phone.
"What a clever old fox!" Zhang Lisheng threw his mobile phone aside and wore his clothes as he smiled at Tina, "Let's go to the hot spring bath now and go watch a movie later, shall we?"
When the girl heard so, she replied sweetly, "Of course, I only have one request, though. Let's not have our dinner in a restaurant. We can just go eat some burgers and hot dogs like ordinary couples when we're hungry later."
The young man agreed to such a request right away. Just like this, both of them first went to Manhattan's famous artificial hot spring club, the New York Prism Lake, that was said to be built by imitating the mineral content of the hot springs in Yellowstone National Park. After having a hot bath, they watched three box-office sci-fi films about conquering the demons within the Shrimp World No. 1 in succession while eating popcorn.
When the movie ended, they bought a bunch of burgers, hot dogs, and Coke from the theater hall and chowed down on all the food. Finally, Zhang Lisheng sent Tina back to the only serene countryside villa in the Upper West Side. After kissing Tina goodbye in front of the fence, he watched his girlfriend disappearing into the dark courtyard on a golf cart and ended this perfect date night.
At this time, cold raindrops began to pour down from the sky again. It was already close to midnight, and the young man returned to the SUV. After pondering for a while, he went to the nearest hotel closest to his house to stay, and after having his breakfast in the morning, he quickly went back to his home in Brooklyn.
When the youngest twins, Gill and Harry, of the Lavin Family, who shared the same mother with Zhang Lisheng, went to college, Lili would often be at home alone.
Once she heard the sound of the door opening, she who was busy making minced meat stuffing in the open kitchen looked up. That was when she saw her son that she had not seen for a long time striding into the door. Joyfully, she went up to embrace the young man and kissed his cheeks before saying excitedly, "Baby, you're back!"
"I'm back, mom!" Zhang Lisheng eagerly replied, "What's that important thing that you mentioned on the phone?" 
"There's no need to be in such a hurry, baby. Come, sit down first, and I'll tell you slowly." Lili took Zhang Lisheng's hand and walked to the chair in the kitchen table before pressing his shoulder down to ask him to sit. Turning around, she continued what she had left off in the kitchen. "It's like this, baby. Do you still remember the book that I've written about the education of children in new immigrant families?"
"Of course, I remembered that when I advised you to do some charity to kill some of your free time when we last talked about it, you've mentioned before that you wanted to write this kind of book. I was planning to help you publish it once you finished writing it and give it to those immigrant families for free."
"Aww, baby. Thank you for having such a thought! Actually, the book is already published now." When Lili heard that her son could still remember this matter so well, a happy smile appeared on her face before continuing, "It's precisely because of the publication of this book that I've received an invitation."
"What invitation?"
"A principal post in a public elementary school."
"You want to change your job, mom?" Upon hearing this word, Zhang Lisheng's hoisted heart relaxed right away. Even though he did not show an unconcerned expression on his face, his tone was slightly indifferent, "The chief student advisor of a middle school and a principal of an elementary school? Oh, these two posts are the same, so I think, well, you can just choose according to your preference…"
"Baby, that elementary school is built in the oasis in Noah World," Lili interrupted her son's words and said while kneading the dough.
Zhang Lisheng felt taken aback. "Mom, you mean, a government elementary school built in the foreign world is inviting you to become the headmaster? This is too, too strange!"
"What's so strange about it, baby? I'm an educator who has made great achievements in the education of new immigrant children. Since those who are living in the Noah World's oases are immigrant families, isn't it normal for the government to give me such an invitation?"
The young man looked astonished. He carefully pondered upon it and realized that this matter seemed justified. Opening his mouth, he said, "But can you adapt if you move to the Noah World now, mom? That is a desert! You're already… already…"
After saying two 'already's, Zhang Lisheng abruptly came to a realization. Even though he was already 21 years old, his mother was still not even 37 years old yet. Such age could still be called 'young' in this modern society, so he could only change his words and said, "How about Uncle Lavin then? What would happen to him if you go to Noah World?"
"With the qualifications of your Uncle Lavin, he can apply to go to the oasis of Noah World to become a town sheriff. I've talked to him already, and he's willing to do so."
Zhang Lisheng's opposition to his mother working in an alien world was entirely out of a subconscious instinct. After finding no more reason to oppose, he re-examined the issue. He remembered that Noah World was utterly different from those strange worlds that he had experienced before. Even though the situation was tough, it was relatively safe, so there was no reason for him to object his mother from working there. 
Moreover, even if he objected, his mother would not necessarily listen to him too. For this reason, he shrugged and said, "Oh, since this is the case like I've said just now, just choose according to what you like, mom… In fact, I think you've already made your choice."
"I've indeed made my choice, baby. The work in Lowbige Junior High is no longer challenging to me, while the Noah World's oasis is a brand new start. Since I was young, I've dreamt of becoming an educator like Meryl, who can inspire students to live an enthusiastic life, and I think that it's my chance now…"
"If you feel that going to work in Noah World is an opportunity to realize your dream, go and capture it, mom!" At this moment, Zhang Lisheng encouraged his mother.
"But baby, if I leave New York, I'm afraid I won't have as many chances to meet you anymore!" Lili replied with a sad look. "It's not only you but Stephen, Randy, Riley, Michelle, Gill, and Harry too! I may not even see them once in an entire year!"
"Then keep this house! I'll send someone to take care of it. You can come back to New York during school holidays, Christmas, and New Year every year."
"Oh, baby! This is a great idea! Why haven't I thought of it?!" Lili answered in pleasant surprise.
"I didn't too. It's only that yesterday, I was taught that I'd have to look at a problem from different perspectives and learn how to move my brain," Zhang Lisheng joked. 


A young man from the Miaowei Tribe brought up by his strict father, suddenly turned into Rank 1 Wizard on the day he was orphaned. He then obtained the ability to control giant worms. 
Soon after, he found his mother who was in a faraway foreign land by accident. From a small mountain village, he managed to jump into the amazing arena that was a global metropolis.
Thus far, we have a young man who inherited the legacy of mastering ancient demons from an ancient country. 
From Western civilization to other worlds, a fascinating saga is born.

Wassup everyone, yoursexypotato here!

I just want to remind you all that I really appreciate your support, especially those who have added this novel to their library. It really motivates me to write when the numbers go up(yes, I can see the number of people who added this novel to their library).

Just a news for everyone!

I will be entering Writing Prompts Contest #50: Mage. Yay! Not a pro, but why not?

I won't be adding any more chapters to this specific page because I will be transferring it to the other one -- the one I'm entering the contest with. You can all remove THIS specific book, Runes of Hecate (MIGRATED), and add the other one.

Same chapters, same story. 

It's just that, in order to enter the contest, the novel should be newly added to Webnovel. That means at the moment of the novel's creation, you specify the writing contest you are joining. Mine is already out there so the only way to get around it is to create a "new" novel and update that one. It's not against the rules, so that's what I did.

Here is the new link for the novel (which would also be available in THIS novel's synopsis):

https://www.webnovel.com/book/12803477105403005/Runes-of-Hecate

If you like my novel, please support me! I'd really appreciate it if you vote this novel, even just for the week of the contest.

As a compensation for bothering all of you, I'll throw in a couple more chapters in advance! I hope that would be enough :D

Peace out!

This novel has been migrated. Here is the new link:

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Same chapters, same story. I will be emailing Webnovel to remove this copy of the novel soon.

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