The journey of a demon through this world of Cultivation and Magic.

This is a non-fiction work. based on an incident I had when attending a family gathering. I found this very amusing and thus, I am sharing it today.

"THERE'S SO MANY people out and about town!" Alice gasped, turning her head to follow a little boy that was holding onto a candied apple that had rushed past her.

"Yes," Wyatt beamed, his eyes pressed closed due to his smile, crinkling at the corners. "It's always rather busy in the capital of Gladiolum." 

A day after the ball, Wyatt had suggested bringing Alice around the town square to soak in the sights. He personally had to do a little shopping and thought that it would be a wonderful chance for Alice to grow more familiar with the capital. She had been living with the Ragans for nearly two weeks and yet she had barely even stepped out of the mansion's walls. It was best for young ladies to enjoy their time around town with friends. Being constantly cooped up in the study room with Charlie wasn't exactly an ideal situation in Wyatt's opinion. Of course, not that Alice had ever complained.

Strolling through the cobbled streets, Wyatt pointed out some of his personal favorite shops along the way. They passed by boutiques selling beautiful ball gowns, stores selling sparkling jewels, and even quaint little cafes that wafted out the sugary sweet scent of freshly baked pastries. However, while Alice acted as though she was very interested in those, he could tell that was all it was. An act. She simply smiled and nodded to Wyatt's words, not once asking to step into any of those stores like he had expected. Yet again she had him colored surprised.

Just the thought brought a curving smile onto his lips. The girl that his family had chanced upon was most certainly different from the rest of the girls in the capital. She stood out in such a way that there wasn't any spare place for the others to shine. She was the lone star now, a happy and proud resident of the Ragan household. While still suspicious of her origins, Wyatt couldn't help but admit to himself that he was growing fond of Alice Clemente.

"Are you not interested in any of the shops I pointed out?" He prodded. "Those are all famous names here in the capital."

"Oh!" Alice exclaimed. Wyatt watched with his practiced smile as the girl's eyes widened delightfully, eyelashes fluttering like a pair of butterfly wings under the golden sunlight. Her lips parted just a little in surprise before she quickly gathered back her wits, shaking her head politely. "They are all wonderful shops. I just… I don't have any money to buy all those things. Looking through the store window is more than enough."

For years Wyatt had worn the same smile on his face. It was his perfectly crafted mask made to shield his true emotions from the rest of the nobles. No matter what he felt inside, a smile was always the answer to dealing with those that had to be schemed against. However, every time Alice spoke or made one of her silly little expressions, he found his smiles to turn true as day.

"Let us go into that one, then." Wyatt pointed to a little bookshop down the street, a corner store with a gleaming bronze sign. "There are some things I wish to purchase."

Alice nodded. "Alright," she said.

Although her expression remained as still as possible, Wyatt still caught the slight twitch of her lips. The sparkles in her eyes practically screamed of her excitement. She couldn't fool anyone. Even the blind could tell that she was particularly eager to enter the bookshop. 

The little bell that hung above the door rang when Wyatt entered the shop. Inside, there were no other customers, simply a store clerk that had a book in hand. A pair of round spectacles rested on his crooked nose bridge, his eyes scanning the words at an immense speed before he licked his finger and flipped to the next page. At the call of the bell, the clerk looked up from his book, squinting at the door before rising to his feet. The book was placed pages-down onto the counter, a smile upon his lips.

"Master Wyatt!" The old clerk greeted enthusiastically. "I was wondering when you'll be visiting next. The books you ordered two weeks back are finally here." 

"Greetings," Wyatt replied fairly. "And thank you so much for your help with those. It's nearly impossible to find them anywhere else."

The old man waved, his cheeks reddening just a little. "It's no problem. Let me go get them for you." Shuffling towards the back of the shop, the clerk disappeared behind a dividing curtain.

"Do you come here often?" Alice asked, looking around the small bookstore with great interest. At random, she pulled out one of the books from the shelves, her fingers tracing the title of the book on the cover, feeling the indented words on the hard leather.

'History of Gladiolum. Volume III,' it read. Alice had seen a similar history book in Charlie's study room before. Making a mental note to briefly read through the contents of the book, she slotted the book back to its original position.

"Hmm, I wonder." Tapping a finger to his chin, Wyatt looked deep in thought. "I guess I do visit this store a little more than the average folk. They sell writing supplies as well as books and I run out of the former a little too often. Besides, this store is the only one in the capital that can procure rare and often out-of-print."

Walking a little further into the shop, Alice glanced through the assortment of reading materials offered. They had both fiction and non-fiction books in the store, leaning closer to non-fiction books. Most books were new copies, their covers still brightly colored while others were much older and encased in glass covers. Those books seemed old and tattered but the words were still in dark black ink, most likely having been re-written over so that it wouldn't be lost to time. 

The one that had caught Alice's attention was a purple leather-bound book that was almost as thick as a dictionary. The title of this book was written in bright, glittery gold in thick block letters. A small sign that indicated the price of the old tome was placed beside the book. Alice's eyes widened at the number of zeros, her head reeling back a little in surprise. She still wasn't sure about how the currency worked in Gladiolum but with so many zeros, the book was bound to be expensive no matter the exchange rate.

'The Theory of Magic. Volume I,' the title wrote.

"Are you interested in that one? Ooh, that's a pricey one." Wyatt's voice was right by Alice's ear, causing her to jump a little, her ears tingling from his breath. Stepping away, she held both hands to her chest, staring wide-eyed at Wyatt who looked as amused as ever.

"Just looking," she answered before firing back a question of her own. "How much is that book? I don't really know how the currency works here."

"See that symbol over there?" Wyatt gestured to the symbol behind the number as he spoke. "That's the symbol for our currency, 'fleuron'. That's the larger of the two units that we have in our country's currency. The smaller unit is known as a 'flois'. Ten flois equates to one fleuron. To give you an example of its value, five flois can buy you a piece of stale bread at the end of the day in the capital's cheapest bakery, maybe? Books, on the other hand, are usually five to ten fleurons, if it's a common title that can be easily found."

Alice gulped. Judging by the examples Wyatt provided, the currency here in Gladiolum seemed similar to the system she was used to. A single fleuron held as much value as a dollar back home and a flois would be around ten cents. Her hands were starting to feel clammy as she stared hard at the price tag of The Theory of Magic. 

"And yet this book is…" she trailed off.

"Fifteen thousand fleurons," Wyatt finished the sentence for her chirpily.

Fifteen thousand dollars.

Taking another step back, Alice no longer dared to hover near the expensive article. If anything had happened to it, she wouldn't be able to pay the store back for the damages incurred. She had never seen a book as expensive or even half as pricey. 

"Why is this book so… so…"

"Ridiculously priced?" Wyatt supplied. When Alice nodded numbly, Wyatt chuckled. "This is an ancient tome about magic. There are only five copies of this book that was ever produced. But if you're really interested in this book, there's no need for you to fork out such a hefty amount just to read it. We have a copy of it back in the mansion's library."

Flabbergasted and speechless, Alice blinked dumbly at what Wyatt had so casually revealed. Although she long knew that the Ragan mansion was a sprawling estate with many different needlessly fanciful rooms, she hadn't even thought to think that it might house precious artifacts within its walls. 

In Gladiolum, it seemed as though the gap between its people was wider than the ocean. The rich lived in heaven while the poor couldn't even afford hell.

"Why don't you take a look around the bookshop and see if there's anything that catches your eye?" Wyatt offered. "If we don't already have the book back home, I don't mind making a few extra purchases. It's the least I can do for dragging you out here with me on such a warm afternoon."

Alice's heart skipped a beat. She braved a step closer, momentarily forgetting about the book in the glass display case. Cupping her hands together as if they were in prayer, Alice beamed.

"Really? Any book?"

Wyatt's smile didn't falter. "There's no budget, if that's what you're asking."

Alice wasted no time. Her feet went scurrying across the dark wooden boards of the store, quickly scouring the bookshelves in search of any title that might help her or catch her fancy. Her fingers ran down the spines, quickly pulling out a few covers that had caught her attention, some fiction and some not. She had a feeling that most, if not all, of the non-fiction books were already available in the Ragans' library but there was no harm in bringing the books over for Wyatt to look through. These books will become her survival guide in this foreign world.

As the store clerk returned to the front counter, Wyatt slowly made his way over. However, he was still gazing in Alice's way, watching silently and bemused as the girl darted from shelf to shelf, climbing ladders and bending low in search of more. There were already over seven books in her hands and she only ever added more to the collection.

"My," the old clerk exclaimed. "I've not seen anyone so frantic for a good title since you first came to my humble store years ago. The old ladies at the bakery next block over will go mad once they hear that the young Master Wyatt is no longer single."

The white-haired man chuckled. "She's just a curious little bird my brother picked up a while back."

The old man shrugged, unconvinced, but he didn't say a word more on that topic. With a heavy thump, he placed three thick books onto the counter, the covers in the three primary colors. The titles were all written in gold, large block letters.

"This set was a little trickier to find as compared to your other requests but there you go. Though, Master Wyatt, don't mind this old man prying but are you sure you want to dabble in this subject? There's always a price to pay when you go against the laws of science."

"I can pay whatever price the world throws at me," Wyatt casually remarked. Picking up one of the books carefully with a gloved hand, he examined the old cover, grinning with satisfaction. "Besides, I'm just completing my collection. With these, the set will now be complete. There's no need to worry, sir."

"Oh well," the old clerk sighed, pursing his lips. "If you're sure, youngin. Let me wrap these up for you."

Tottering away, the elderly went to retrieve a few sheets of brown wrapping paper and some strings to bundle up Wyatt's purchases while waiting for Alice. 

Partially leaning on the counter, Wyatt continued to observe Alice. She no longer had the strength to carry the books she had picked out. Instead, she placed most of them on an empty table by one side. The stack of books was almost taller than she was and yet she continued to hunt for more, her eyes practically dripping with avarice.

'How peculiar,' Wyatt thought to himself. 'She is unaffected by fanciful dresses or glittering jewels and yet dusty old books can bring her into a craze. What an odd woman. She is most certainly a woman before her time.'

❝I want you to visit me even if it's only in your dreams.❞ 

Gifted a candle that was said to be able to make wishes come true, Alice Clemente burned it that very night only to find herself in an unknown world the next morning. 

She had wished for a life of adventure away from the city and its routine. With her wish granted, she was whisked away to a world very different from the one she grew up in. 

Thrust into a new life, would Alice learn how to adapt? Or would she fall down the rabbit hole only to never surface again?

"Cevin," my twin sister called out to me and I automatically looked back to see her. I was quite surprised that the book that I was holding almost fell from my hands. 

Both my sister and I work in the library as student assistants. Our father died because of a car crash and our mother on the other hand works as a call center agent. Her salary isn't enough for the three of us that is why my sister and I became student assistants. It's the least we could do for us; for our mother.

"Ma'am told me to tell you to go to the room at the back of the library. She wants you to look for the book titled 'The Last True Cowboy' by Kathleen Eagle," she added and I just nodded at her as my answer. My sister got some books and she went to her desk to fix the cards of the books. I walked swiftly towards the room to find the book I was asked to look for. 

I arrived at the room and turned on the switch of the room but the bulbs didn't light up. I turned on the flashlight of my phone and one by one, I looked at the shelves to see the book ma'am wanted me to get for her.

I saw different kinds of books on the shelves, with different genres made in different timelines. Almost all of the books here are books that aren't frequently used or borrowed. Old books, to be more specific. Fiction, non-fiction, old news articles, et cetera. Most of them are all kept here but the problem is, the books aren't all organized which makes looking for specific books difficult to see.

I also have the interest in reading books. I don't find watching television very interesting because it doesn't get me to use my imagination very well. In every book that I read, I like it when I get to imagine the worlds or the situations being described by the author through his or her character's senses. In this way, I get to make my mind active other than doing school works.

My index finger stopped when I saw the book I was supposed to look for. I pulled the book from the shelf but was a little bit startled when a black book beside it fell on the floor. It was opened when it landed and to my curiosity, I pointed at my phone to see what book it was. 

"Weird," I commented when I saw nothing written, drawn, or printed on its pages. I knelt down to further examine the book but when I came across its book cover, it even had no title. I got lazy returning it on the shelf so I just left the book on the floor. 

I went outside the room and went straight to my sister, Terra, at the main desk and sat beside her.

“Only those with great intentions can see this book and those chosen by the book will make its desired story… 
but you will never return.”

Hello. Pleased to meet you; please call me Wang. I'm about to commit a flagrant indulgence, for which I hope you'll forgive me; I'm of the opinion that a lot of Webnovel writers & readers would appreciate both the sentiments and the encouragement.

I've been a semi-professional writer, fiction and non-fiction both, for ten years now. A few months back I joined Webnovel. I have books published on kindle as well. And, I get paid for my stuff...well, most of the time, anyway...but it's not my main source of income, and if I weren't paid at all, I'd probably still write. More, I'd probably still write exactly the stories, and more pertinent, the kinds of stories, that I've been writing for a decade now. I love to write stories with an erotic flavor.

I write for two reasons above all others. The first and less important one is to illustrate something about the way people think, feel, and behave. The second, and by far the more important, is to make myself and others feel good.

The odds are high that the Webnovel readers, who are bothering to read this -- the first chapter of 'my feelings' as a writer, might want to skip. It is totally your wish.

Now the question - Why do I do this?

While you're pondering that, allow me a few observations about so-called erotica, with specific application to what appears here.

Most of what's styled "erotica" is really just pornography. Pornography is the depiction of raw sexual behavior, independent of what reaction it elicits from the reader. Erotica is about the evocation of desire; it's written to elicit the urge to union with a beloved, including sexual union. It's not "whacking material," as quite a lot of the stuff submitted on Webnovel so obviously is. It celebrates eros, the desire to bond with one's beloved, of which sex is the fleshly expression.

You want proof? Ask any woman. We men tend to suppress such notions; they strike us as somehow unmanly. All the same, ponder why men desire sexual intercourse as fervently as we do. As Lord Chesterfield once observed, "The pleasure is momentary, the position ridiculous, and the expense damnable." But a man whose wife or Significant Other "cuts him off" will feel he's lost far more than just an outlet for the pressure in his testicles. Some will seek relief elsewhere, but believe it or not, the overwhelming majority of us won't and don't -- and not because we don't think we'd get away with it.

If I'm to go by what I've read at Webnovel, most of the submitters here don't agree with that formulation. What they write appears directed at "working it:" stiffening Irving or lubricating Wendy in preparation for a bit of self-exercise.

A mature adult, however much he might need to do so, doesn't feel all that good after masturbating. It relieves the biological pressure, but it does little for the emotional yearning indissolubly connected to the sex drive in any healthy human being.

I'm here to encourage you to think about making your readers feel good in more ways than just "the tickle in the pickle."

Hello readers. My name is Wang. 
This is the story of a Webnovel Author, who participated in a "Writing Contest" which happened to be "A twilight FanFic Writing contest".

Being a big fan of Twilight Saga and the character Bella Swan, the author decides to participate in the contest.

He was not aware that his participation will make his dreams, both good and bad, come true.

The director's office was on the right side of Annabelle's office's wall. Kai was led by her to the door and she gently opened it, put her head into a gap between the door and its frame and whispered, "Director Mr Natasa is here." 

A powerful voice filled with a lifetime of experiences called back to her "Let him in Annabelle, thank you." Annabelle retracted her head and looked at Kai with a look of embarrassment. "Sorry if you heard that, well as you've heard you can enter now, so please." She gestured her hand in the direction of the office door and smiled. 

Kai walked towards it and said to her politely "thank you, Annabelle," before entering. 

The first thing he saw was hundreds of books neatly organized onto shelves, like a library. The room's colour was a timeworn brown and resembled a bookworm's dream. 

Many different books were categorized into different categories. There were many, categories that were divided into two parts of the room on one side was the fiction and on the other was the non-fiction. There were further subcategories like fantasy or sci-fi. And after these subcategories, there were further subcategories like historical adventure or magical world fantasies. 

Kai was instantly enamoured and found a section titled Asian fiction. Titled under it was one category that had the words Web novels written on it. He was shocked at how web novels were actually put into the library. Something that never happened in his experience. 

While he was looking at the library, a man's voice interrupted him by fake- coughing to get his attention. The voice was the same as the one that had spoken to Annabelle signifying that it was indeed the director.

It had come from the middle of the room, behind an antique desk with a lamp from the 19th century. Kai looked at the figure resting behind the desk in a comfortable padded desk chair with wheels. 

The man had neatly combed grey-white hair, a groomed moustache and beard that connected with one another. Green time-worn eyes and a well-defined jaw. A suit covered the rest of his body however his wide shoulders and back weren't hidden by it.

His biceps bulged through his sleeves and from the waist down his body was hidden by the desk. However, Kai could see that the man worked out if he wasn't naturally endowed this body by a supernatural species. (I don't know if this sentence sounds right, but I couldn't think of a better way to write it.)

The man could be a model, even though his face appeared to be in his 50s. However, the suit didn't manage to hide his natural bestiality that was deeply ingrained into the man's bones. 

Just his presence alone would have intimidated a normal human and caused him to feel uncomfortable, like facing a predator or a higher species. However, Kai wasn't human, or a normal vampire and the man's aura didn't move him the slightest. 
Bob, however, stopped relaxing and looked at the man with weary eyes. He telepathically told Kai "that man gives me the same threat level that the hellhound gave me. But his aura feels more powerful on the same level as me a first generation vampire, although he won't be much of a threat to us he could resist my aura easily."

"Got it Bob relax I've got this," Kai told Bob mentally and looked directly into the director's eyes without hesitation. He saw surprise flicker briefly through the director's eyes. After all no other person had ever looked at him directly in the eyes before when his full aura was out apart from that man, no he couldn't be classified as a person instead he was a monster a being that defied the natural laws.

Kai looked at the director trying to see his depth while the man did the same. At the same time, his aura rose and moved towards Kai trying to win the first exchange between the two. However, at that moment a powerful aura rose from Bob who was on Kai's body rivalling the director's. 

The director's eyes shined in surprise yet again, in the span of a few minutes he had been pleasantly surprised by the same person. Something that hadn't happened before. These were the thoughts going through his head right now. 

At that moment he decided to forfeit the battle as he could see Kai pretending to not withstand the immense aura as he turned even paler. Unbeknownst to the three of them, throughout the whole building, all the people had felt the two auras and were also feeling unwell. 

Annabelle who was closest to the colliding auras was leaning against her desk in an effort to not collapse on the ground. Penelope who was in her office on the second floor also supported herself by putting both her hands on the desk and sitting heavily on the seat. 

In the kitchen were two handsome men who were in the middle of having a meal, were sitting heavily in both their chairs with there hand pushed heavily on the table. Four dents were appearing where they were placing their hands. Showing that compared to Penelope and Annabelle they had less control over their strength.

And on the ground floor, there were four people two women and two men all extremely good-looking that had destroyed all that was around them in an effort not to collapse and faint from the two higher beings aura. 

And in an office with the sign labelled Principal near the entrance of the building, there was an older man with a balding head and a bit of a round body shape that had fainted in his desk white foam coming out of his mouth while his eyes had rolled to the back of his head.

Penelope whose emotions still hadn't calmed down swore out loud "Motherfu*ker, who's challenging the director. It must be that stupid cocky arrogant man who thinks he's a vampire by putting in the red contact lenses. When he leaves he going to get a beating."

Back to the director's office
Kai was still unaware that he wasn't acting according to the normal human reaction. And when the director finally retracted his aura he finally pretended to release a breath of relief.

The director looked at Bob for one last time before moving his gaze back to Kai. He looked at Kai seemingly to be thinking of a hard decision but in the end extended his hand at the chair in front of him and said to Kai in his time-worn voice "Please have a seat."

Kai is a tourist on holiday when he is killed in a terrorist attack. He wakes up during the year 1981 in a forest and finds out that he is a vampire progenitor in the Harry Potter world. Kai then heads out to the nearest human settlement which happens to be Godric Hollow. 
-This is my first time writing a novel so I will have mistakes, I'd appreciate it if you could point them out.
-I want to point out that HP doesn't belong to me.
-THE STORY WON'T BE GOING ACCORDING TO CANON! I will be introducing my own elements to the story.
-OOC Voldemort

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"Is he okay " Isaiah would ask when Isaac was asleep

"Are you wanting me to either read his mind or reassure you that he isnt going to kill himself?" Quinn stared back at Isaac

" Quinn its not like that, hes just asking" Elizabeth reassured Quinn that they didnt want to cause a bad intention to her afterall her parents knew and hated the fact that she could read their minds or move things around the room when she was angry, Her parents abused her for the things she used to do accidentally 

"I don't care, Hes fine hes feeling suicidal but isn't having many thoughts about it. And stop trying to reassure me, It wont work." Quinn answered walking to her room
flopping on her bed while picking a book from her bookshelf, Quinn thought and considered her options eventually picking a non fiction booklet that was on about the expenses of moon landing and how gravity effects the human body and she did enjoy books of a similar sort to that book she was reading, she had eventually gotten bored. 
'ahh, screw this book' she thought placing her book to the side 'What to do, of course, make sure the house is Quite!' Quinn giggled getting out of her bed and she began walking out and around the house with her teddy bear
'So no one is awake' Quinn thought, 'Finally lets see what i can do.' she smiled uncovering her hands 'focus Quinn!' she focused a purple light flew around the room luminating the whole room 'woah' the magic flew around the room lifting her up, she could create anything that she wanted, she smiled and hugged her copies that she made the magic was so light but heavy and completely defiying the laws  gravity

A young girl happens to stumble to a older man, Abuse torture is all in the room their family has to save them.
The family consists of
Elizabeth and Isaac Cartwright
They all meet up with many good and evil people along the way there is ups and downs to escaping, and when they do chaos breaks through the barrer of friendship and love life,
Young love, and independence. After all of the heart ache they eventually find peace in each other

SCARLETTE'S POINT OF VIEW

"Is it really okay to you to skip class?" he asked again.

I nodded for the nth time.

Yeah, we didn't attend to our first class and went to the library.

"Hey, what're you doing here?" the librarian asked when she saw us entering the door.

"Good morning, Ma'am." I smiled as I greeted. "We have a research that we forgot to do," I reasoned out. Of course, it's a lie.

The librarian frowned. "Oh, come on, Scarlette. What happened to the 'good-student' type you are?"

"She's in a vacation. She said that she badly wanted to take a break."

She laughed with my joke. "Okay, fine. Just use the books carefully," she reminded.

"Noted," Asher responded with a sweet smile. Tsk, no need to use your charm, idiot.

Asher led the way. We went in the shelves where we first saw each other. He grabbed a hardbound book at the middle of the fiction books' shelf. It seemed familiar to me.

"Looks familiar to you?" he asked.

I nodded.

"This is the book that was fell down on our first meet," he uttered.

A memory flashed in my mind on that day. And yeah, that's also the day that he gave me a mysterious cheeseburger and the day that we nearly got locked up inside the school campus.

"Ah, yeah." I stared at the book that he was holding. "So, what's with that book?"

"Your questions will be answered by this," he answered. I could sense seriousness in his voice but it seemed a joke for me so I laughed.

"Really?" Then, I laughed again. But I also stopped when I realized that we were in the library. "Really? The answers are in that fiction book?" I asked, unbelievably.

"Yes."

I was about to laugh again but his cold expression gave me creeps so I just remained silent and muttered, "Fine. I believe you."

He frowned. "Come on, Scarlette. No time for fun. I'm freakin' serious right now."

I closed my eyes and sighed. "Okay. Okay." I raised my both hands in defeat.

"Good." He breathed deeply and showed the front of the black hardbound book. It was entitled 'Hetarnian Myth'. The letters were gold in color and all in capital letters. "It seems a fiction to many but for us, this is not just a myth, this is our reality."

~*~

Hetarnian Myth - according to Asher, " . . . this is our reality."  This is a not well-known myth or in short, not famous. This is just a myth for others, but for us, it's not.

In the beginning, Od―the greatest god―he created everything. He created the universe, the Earth, humans, animals, and anything. He was so happy after seeing what he had made.

But . . . it seemed like there was still missing. So, he divided his soul into three ― 50%, 25%, and 25%. His 50% left in his own self while the other half was transformed into two beautiful daughters of his. He named them Er and Wart. Er is the goddess of fire while Wart is the goddess of water. They are the "Twin of Balance".

After a long time, a war happened on Earth between Od's believers and those who were not. Back then, the people on Earth got divided into halves. Blood scattered everywhere because of the battle.

The believers got defeated. The three believers who remained never surrendered. That's why the god and goddesses went down to Earth.

The non-believers got shocked when they saw them. Before they could speak a word, Od altered their memories for them not to know their existence anymore and to forever avoid that kind of war to happen again.

The gods brought the three wounded believers in Hetarnia ― the place where the gods and souls live. This place looks like a paradise with a big kingdom.

The three believers―namely, Heta, Durlen, and Cavhian―were rewarded to be gods but Cavhian refused. It's because he just wanted to continue his ordinary life on Earth. Heta became the goddess of healing, wind, and forest and Durlen became the god of metal, potions, and shadows. These two stayed in Hetarnia while Cavhian returned to Earth.

As the time passed by, Durlen became greedy. He's not satisfied with what he had. He wanted more power to rule the whole universe and the whole Hetarnia. So, he created a sword that could kill a god.

One midnight, while Od was sleeping peacefully, Durlen stabbed the sword into his heart. The three goddesses got awaked because of the shout. They dashed towards Od's room immediately but before they could enter, Durlen vanished.

The goddesses and souls grieved because of what happened.

Since Er was more powerful than Wart, she became the next ruler.

Durlen never regretted for what he did. All in his mind was power. Because of the reason that he couldn't go back to Hetarnia, he made his own world ― the Underworld. He made demons, evil spirits, and other devil creatures who were his minions. He always gave chaos to Earth to make Er give up her position, which was never happened.

The goddesses got angrier towards him. They wanted to kill him right away but they couldn't go to the Underworld because of the dark spell that Durlen cast. To counterattack his attacks, Er asked her twin sister―Wart, and Heta to lend her help. Using their powers, they created a powerful silver sword―the Hetar sword, which has a white diamond crystal.

 They went to Cavhian and gave the sword to him. This time, he didn't refuse and gladly accepted it and his duty―that no matter what, he would protect Earth from evil.

When Durlen knew about the sword, he wanted to take it because of the power that it has but he couldn't. It's because, whenever he tried to take it, he couldn't breathe.

Cavhian's duty and his sword was continuously passed through generations.

Asher said that the book was written by Leather Antonio ― the 14th holder and the first woman to hold the sword. Aside from the title and the whole mythology, there were no other details in it, even the details about the author.

"This is the only copy left out of 1000 copies in the whole world," Asher told me as he returned the book at the shelf. "Gladly, it was destined here."

"If Cavhian was the first holder and Leather Antonio was the 14th holder, how about my Dad?" I asked when I suddenly remembered what the demons told me that night.

"Um . . . " He stared at me like the answer was on my face. "Mister Max Sevilla . . . 17th holder, I think, if I'm not mistaken," he replied, unsure.

"Then―" All of sudden, I stopped because of my realization.

"Anything for you, my niece."

One of the demons laughed and uttered," So, you are the daughter of that swordsman."

I didn't know what's happening to me but it's clear that I used the sword so fast ― just like it's so natural for me to use it.

"You made it, Scarlette. You can control, make, and destroy fire or heat." I looked at Asher because of what he said.

Asher smirked at me when he saw me wide-eyed. "I guess, you finally connected all the dots."

I just nodded slowly and said what I realized, "I'm a demigod ― the daughter of the 17th holder of the sword―Max Sevilla, and the ruler of Hetarnia and also the goddess of fire―Er. And I'm going to be the 18th holder of the Hetar Sword."

I thought, things would be clear when I already knew who really I am but it turned out that things got more complicated.

Scarlette Sevilla is just a simple girl living in a simple life but one day, an unexpected thing came and that's the start of the changes in her life - from having an ordinary life turned to something extraordinary.

"How did you come to know Taeho, Jinkyung?" Taehyun questioned. 
"Be careful of what you say, Jinkyung. Han Taehyun is extremely sly," The voice in her head warned.
'I know,' Lee Jinkyung answered internally.
"I can't communicate with you further though or else Han Taehyun will be going suspicions."
"So?" Han Taehyun raised one of his eyebrows. 
This is not the first time he noticed Lee Jinkyung getting lost in her thoughts, and this made him sharpen his eyes. Although Han Taehyun did not trust Taeho much, he recalled his words on being on guard in front of Jinkyung and control what he says. 
"Sorry, I was just thinking about something else," Jinkyung voiced out, "About what you're asking, about Taeho and me, both of us met at one of the parties and got acquainted there."
"This is the first time I heard about him willingly trying to acquaint himself with someone during a party. He usually tries to run away from such parties," Taehyun spoke out. 
Jinkyung let out a shy smile and spoke out, "Both of us had common interests and, that's why, got close this easily."
"Common interests, hmm… I'm curious. What type of common interest can a sweet girl like you share with a nonchalant and boring man such as Han Taeho?" Taehyun spoke out whilst staring at Lee Jinkyung questioningly.
The flawless smile on Lee Jinkyung's face almost cracked, and she had no idea on how to reply to Taehyun. Taeho and her never talked about their common interests. Each of their conversations were on Jinkyung trying to win Taeho's love, pity, and favour.
"Say books. It could be what he prefers in this life as well," The voice in her head stated.
Han Taehyun noticed how Jinkyung went silent for a moment as if she had zoned out and her attention was on somewhere else. If this was once or twice, it would've been understandable. 
However, this was happening for way too many times, and Han Taehyun had his curiosity growing on to find the secret behind this. His eyes sharpened, and he tried to notice every single movement on Lee Jinkyung.
His knowledge on psychology was minimal, and looking at Lee Jinkyung's behaviour, he was aware that if he wanted to find out what the truth behind her actions, he needed to learn psychology beforehand— even if it was just the basics.
"Ah! Yes, books. That's what both of us talk about mostly," Jinkyung voiced out whilst wearing a wide smile on her face.
'Books? That was an accurate answer. Judging by how confident she sounds, it seems that she knew about it beforehand. I have to ask Taeho about it.'
Taehyun noticed the instant change in Lee Jinkyung's emotions within a second before she voiced out the answer. Previously, it looked as Lee Jinkyung was stuck and nervous, and all of a sudden, her eyes brightened up as if she had found water in a dry desert.
"Really? Did you read Min Seokhyun's recent novels? That's Taeho's favourite novel," Taehyun spoke out— his eyes scanning every single movement of Jinkyung.
As Jinkyung was about to answer, the voice inside her head immediately stopped her, and Jinkyung instantly shut close her mouth.
"No, don't say anything wrong, Jinkyung. Han Taeho doesn't like novel of Fantasy genre.'
Jinkyung's actions at that moment did not go unnoticed by Han Taehyun. It looked as if Jinkyung was trying to give an answer before something or someone stopped. Staring at both of her eyes, Taehyun noticed that there was no earpiece on her. 
"I didn't know that Taeho prefers Min Seokhyun's novels. I remember him telling me how he doesn't like Fantasy novels. Didn't know that his preference changed," Jinkyung replied.
"Yes, but he liked his writing style. So, he decided to give that a try," Taehyun stated, "Which books do both of you like the most?"
Taehyun noticed how Jinkyung went quiet as if she was waiting for something. Although Taehyun thought that he might be reading too much into the matter, it was better to be safe than sorry.
"Non-fictions could be what he prefers. Answer with some non-fiction novels," The voice in her head stated.
"Some of Lee Minjoon's and Kim Hyojoo's works. They are both of our favourites," Jinkyung answered.
'A flawless answer.'
Before Taehyun could interrogate her further, the door to the room opened, and Lee Jinhee stepped into the room. Taehyun had more sets of questions he wanted to ask. Nonetheless, he can not ask those in front of Lee Jinhee.
Turning back, he smiled at Jinhee and said, "You're here, Jinhee-ah. I'll be going out then, and if you need help, just call me."
Lee Jinhee nodded.
Facing Jinkyung, Taehyun voiced out, "Let's talk later, Jinkyung."
"Sure, Taehee," Jinkyung answered.
Standing up, Han Taehyun walked towards the door, and before stepping out of the room, he pressed Jinhee's shoulder softly.
"Just scream loudly if she does anything to you," Taehyun whispered into her ear.
Hearing his words had Lee Jinhee's heart flutter, and Jinhee flashed a slight smile at him. Surely, Jinkyung held a huge grudge against her after what happened earlier, and Jinhee needed to be careful about this.
Taehyun left the door slightly open before he left. Walking towards the couch opposite to Jinkyung, Lee Jinhee sat down, and an impassive expression sat upon her face.
"After looking at me, you must have had fun today, right?" Jinkyung questioned.
Lee Jinhee nodded her head and spoke out, "Of course I did."
Then, suddenly, bursting out into laughter, Lee Jinhee clutched on to her stomach and said, "You reminded of that scene again. It was really funny when you tripped on that ground and broke your nose."
Tears started forming in the corner of her eyes because of how much she was laughing, and listening to the noise of Jinhee's laughter, anger intensified within Lee Jinkyung.
Wiping the tears that formed at the corner of her eyes, Lee Jinhee sat up straight and sniggered. She, then, asked, "How do you trip on thin air though, Jinkyung-ah? Is it some kind of top student thing?"
Raising one of her eyebrows, Lee Jinhee waited for an answer from Jinkyung. The sadistic part of Jinhee was pleased after looking at Jinkyung's appearance and the displeasure that sat on her face.
"Well?" Jinhee questioned.


Betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend, Lee Jinhee found herself being heartbroken, and due to her impulse, she got into an accident, leading to her death.

But fortunately for her, she was provided with a second chance!

Lee Jinhee found herself being satisfied with it!

However, what the hell had happened in this life of hers? Why was her best friend and boyfriend acting so strange?

Hold on!

Why was her best friend, Han Taehee, acting so clingy?

Why was her boyfriend, Kim Jaehyun, the one chasing after her this time around? 

Why was they paying this much attention to her this time around?


However, despite the weird changes, Oh Jinhee was determined to make those who had wronged her in her previous life pay!

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