Harry Potter Fanfiction
This is my first time writing a book.

Listening to the birds chirping outside, Fei walked alone in the empty—save for the guards—open corridor, heading towards the courtyard to learn this week's new combat technique.


As she looked at the yellowing leaves outside, she thought to herself a verse that her Wing Chun teacher often said while drinking his tea, 'Time goes away, waiting for nobody'.


Her master's birthday was in late summer, and it has only been a month since his departure. Yet the leaves are already showing signs of changing colors, a sign of autumn.


Though she had read many books with grandiose descriptions of this season, this was the first autumn that Fei has seen; and she felt that no description from the books could ever match up to the real deal. She was looking forward to when autumn would be at its peak, a time that she was sure would be aesthetically pleasing.


After Carlos left for camp, Fei hardened her resolve to train harder and to accumulate more knowledge, so that she would be a suitable bodyguard for her master when he returned.


She vowed that she would become the best bodyguard that he's ever seen!


She didn't care about anything else, only whole-heartedly focused on her work. She often read in the library, even after her classes ended, hoping to achieve her goal of reading every book in it before her master came home.


After two weeks, Fei's Language A skills, including reading, speaking, listening, and writing, far surpassed those of regular servants in that lived in the estate. But that was to be expected, after all, she could remember every word that she's seen.


But although Fei's skills were better than servants, that didn't mean that she had completely grasped the language. In fact, saying she was better than servants doesn't isn't much praise.


Two of her worst subjects were writing and understanding. Writing was difficult for Fei because she did not understand how to express her thoughts, even if she could remember the shapes of the letters. 

Adding on, although Fei understood the physical meaning of a word, she could not understand its hidden meaning when placed in context with other words.


For example, that strange book that she read the first time she went to the library called The Odyssey. Every now and then, Fei would go back and reread it; but she still can't understand exactly what it is talking about. The book/poem seems to speak in riddles, and so even while she could read each and every word, Fei couldn't fully understand the point of the book.


One day, Fei realized that The Odyssey is what you would call a 'poem,' and from then on, she would regularly read poems, even though she didn't understand what they meant. She just thought that if she kept reading poems, perhaps one day, she'll know what they mean.


Just like this, Fei spent her time in a relaxed and peaceful way.


There was one thing that Fei was a little disappointed about though:


She never saw her Wing Chun teacher again after the first week of her classes.


Although Fei had expected it as such, she still felt a little down. Perhaps it was because he was the most serene and skillful teacher out of all her other teachers?


Indeed, Fei began to train under many professionals to hone her physical abilities and skills. These classes were mostly just for practice, not educational—since she already learned the general information about those techniques from books.


After Wing Chun, Fei learned other various forms of unarmed combat. Apparently though, learning all those martial arts was not needed in an actual bodyguard training; in fact, according to a book Fei read, it would be enough to receive less than two months of training to be considered a qualified Close Protection Officer.


In the book, it was said that one of the most basic knowledge one needed to know before becoming a bodyguard is first aid. Such knowledge was supposed to be gained before learning the complex skills such as tactical or weapon mastery.


But it seemed as if Fei had skipped the first steps and jumped right into the complex stuff!


Nevertheless, Fei understood that this was to better protect her master, so she didn't feel any enmity towards Mr. Rochester, who planned all of this.


Waking from her thoughts, Fei realized that none of the servants had approached her this morning. Previously, some of them had regularly bombarded her with all sorts of offensive words and phrases. 

They had started this ruse ever since Carlos left, but it was only recently that Fei learned what all those words they used meant. She also came to know that this was called 'verbal bullying.'


As for the reason that garnered such bullying? Well, Fei had absolutely no idea. She always nodded at them as a form of politeness, and when they spoke poorly of her, it wasn't as if she spoke back and did the same to them.


Fei recognized that if she did thrash out at those people, she would be making trouble for her master, something she did not want. Besides, she never had the urge to talk back to those people anyway. Those words they said didn't harm her. Did they think it would?


Fei suddenly shook her head, noticing that her thoughts had gone awry once more. She continued walking once more, wondering how concealed carrying training, the first session that included the use of weapons, would go.

In a world filled with war and horror, she was a tool of slaughter. 

She fought her way emotionlessly through the war for her masters' commands. 

But it isn't until they die that she realizes how much the people she killed meant to her. 

...

People say that being immortal would be an incredible dream come true, but they are liars. 

Immortality is a nightmare. 

People also say that they would rather have no feelings than to feel hurt.

But she would rather feel something than to feel nothing at all; especially when people who care about her die right in front of her, under her own hands. 

She would do anything to become human.

To live, to feel, to die. 

To be in control of her own fate.

Even if it means losing everything.

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Author's note:
- Promised at least 7 chapters a week
- The pace is a little slow

This is my first novel~ I hope you enjoy it!

The sight in front of her making remembers something that she never wants to remember. The ancient records that she stumbles upon by accident. Since the ancient era to this day, there is very little record about a profession that many do not know about. It is Formation master, and there is a hearsay that the Formation master can easily kill a group of experts if they were to fall into his/her formation.

Vernora feels a bit accomplish now for being a princess in her kingdom that she had never felt it before since she grew up; she looks at the sight in front of her with pondering expression. In the palace library, almost every bookshelf that records about this world, she had read all of them. Until one day that there is nothing left in the library for her to read, she started to search the entire place to find something to help her relieve the boredom.

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At that time she is only ten years old, so it is a bit hard to browse the entire place without missing something. 

There is a secret door happened to open by itself because the trigger triggered when she tried to search for anything left that she had not read yet. After entering through the secret door, the room is completed with darkness and the door of the secret room starts to close itself automatically, which almost makes her wet her pants at the time. With the is light suddenly lift, but toward her surprise, there are only two books and a sealed box in there. Her expectation for many books to have existed inside becomes an illusion all of a sudden.

Vernora only walks for a few steps, and she choked herself nonstop because there is dust everywhere in the room. The only explanation for this, that there is no one had ever entered here beside her and the master of this room for a very long time. Although there are only a few books, she very was curious about them. Why would there be a secret room in the library in the first place? But at that time she could not continue to read the book or explore there because of the candlelight run out, so she decided to come back later to continue her exploration of the secret room.

Little Vernora saved as many candles as possible by not lift her chamber at night for many days. After everything had been prepared, she went there again with expectations. Seeing that no one has followed her, Vernora little face becomes blossom with a smile. The awaiting day for the secret books inside the room finally reveals to her.

However, after cleaning up the dust that covers the table and the bookshelf, her happy smiling face soon becomes angry instead. She feels that she is being cheated by the master of this room. Why? It was because of the first book is a daily of the master of this room. Even though the writing is a bit different from present-day writing, but she can understand most of it.

"On year one, three moons of the Light Wind calendar.
This is my coronation as a king of this Kingdom. Also, it is my coming age ceremony day as my beautiful wife is waiting for me in our chamber."

"..."

"Today the weather is good, the clear sky here is better than our country. I went to an underground auction house yesterday, and many things brought me a big surprise. I have spent almost all of my life saving to buy a detailed and colorful picture book. This is my lifetime biggest pride. If you are my descendant and happened to be able to enter here, that means we were connected with fate. But you have to promise that you will never show this book to anyone else, or there might be a bloodbath of war over it."

Vernora angry face replaces with delightful again, because the book that she is going to uncover the sealed box will be a treasure.

The second book that Vernora currently reading was full of mystery, as they are many parts that she doesn't understand. The language of the book itself is mysterious for her. But, she can understand some pictures in the book. Because she has seen it before from their castle, the defend tower. 

The sealed box that contains her treasure, it will be her treasure. Because she will never show it to her royal father or royal brother.

Vernora holds her breath as she tries to uncover the sealed box with extreme care because she is afraid her expectation will be waste if she unseals it directly. She wants to know what kind of book that her ancestor strongly warning to not show to the public.

As she lifts the lid of the sealed box to uncover it, she feels her hand become heavy than usual. Because whatever it is inside this box, it might be brought catastrophe to the world. Vernora closes her eyes and moves her little hands in very slow motion. She is afraid that she might damage the book inside the box, as her first ancestor era is already over for more than a thousand years. 

Vernora slowly opens her little eyes with a face full of expectation, the first characters at the top of the picture book is an unknown character to her. Because the writing of the character is in bold, but it is not likely handwriting at all. Vernora almost doesn't believe her eyes that there is such a kind of beautiful writing that exists in this world. From what she just sees even though it is only a glim of the upper part of the book, but this very book is already taking her expectation to the peak.

This book cover should be not made from a beast skin, it used completely different material to make for sure. What kind of existence that able to create such a masterpiece. She wanted to uncover this sealed box faster, but she doesn't want to spoil her exciting mood, too. She stops her hands' movement and free one of her hands to feel the texture of the book cover.

The smooth feeling of the texture from the only upper part of the book that is in her view. She feels delighted and hopeful to view the entire book. Her ancestor did not cheat her, because there is a record that the first ancestor is a playboy that had over 3000 concubines. Also, he is well known for being a cheater.

Vernora finally cannot hold her excitement back anymore, as she decides to continue to unseal the box. As the lid being moved slowly, she can see some content on the book cover. What making her surprise is that after the unknow bold characters there is the head of three females with a lifelike image being imprinted. 

How can someone draw such a lifelike image and coloring such beautiful ladies? The creator of this book must be a master in art and calligraphy. The beautiful lifelike hair color, their attraction eyes, and beautiful red lips. Although she can only see the three heads of these ladies in the picture, every one of them can make many men become head over heel with just wink.

As Vernora keeps going with her unsealing phase, she can see even their necks are very detailed beauty and not a single error of coloring. The more she uncovers the lid, the more she wants to know who is the creator of this book.

When the lid finally comes over these ladies' upper shoulders, Vernora seems to note that there is not even a single piece of clothes were on their shoulders beside a thin line of different colors. The lady on the left seemed to have two black lines over her shoulders. The lady in the mid seemed to have a white mini collar around her neck, and two white lines on both of her shoulders, too. And the lady on the right seems to only have a crossed purple line over her shoulders instead of being straight like the other two ladies.

The little Vernora decides to go all out with her phase all of a sudden. When the lid of the box unsealed, she can see very clearly that all of the lifelike pictures of these ladies. 

They are all wearing something that she had never seen before. And all the three ladies in the pictures had no shame at all because, besides the key place on their body, there is nothing covered their body. Vernora takes her small hands covering all her eyes and runs with all of her might to leave the secret room.

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Some of the spirit beasts that cannot hold themselves anymore, there is only one result when they step their foot inside the minefield area. That is wasted.

Vernora can only shake her head when she sees that many beasts' core was wasted like that. 

The trio who currently standing and watching their surroundings as more and more spirit beasts gathering and surround them in the center. All of them start to feel that their end is coming, even with mines being planted all over their campsite, but it has limit numbers. With the increasing of spirit beasts and the minefield become small and small by the reckless spirit beasts.

"What are we going to do?" Benak is sweating all over his body by now.

"Even if I were to die, I won't let any of you die with me because I am the one who requested all of you to come with me." William said with a firm and serious tone. He is already come up with an idea of how to leave this place, but the problem is how to move Nacorn with them.

In the business world where hidden danger is everywhere, one wrong turn was made you might lose everything. William, who used to own VIVE corporation, was lost everything including his pants to those he deemed as family, and even his fiance also left him. 

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After a fateful encountered with an old man, William fate has been drastically changed due to an uneventful because of the old man forgetfulness. 

There William encountered a tomboy who loved to crossdressing. Their fate started to interlink one to another. 

Will this fateful encounter of William and Rosa Diana bring what to the world that only respect the strong?

Will he able to survive in this new world?

Will he able to come back?

Will he able to stay true to himself after experiencing these exciting events?

----- Note -----

This my first fiction novel, please bear it with me.

For the entire night, Arthur had been writing things into reality. Some small things, some big things.


[100m Spatial Ring]

[Ability to travel to any universe he thought of without having to write it]

[Clothes that always fit]

[Ability to enter the worlds of novels]

[Ability to fly]

[Ability to remove all creations from the world within an instant]

Through writing, he had leveled up 8 times and gained 80 skill points, though he didn't have much of a use for them since he now had the best body ever, he might have a use for it later. He had basically worked for 24 hours straight. Although he wasn't tired mentally or physically, he sure wanted to. Working all the time and not getting tired was a weird feeling.

"However, I think it's time to dig into some actual books like math and such." After saying such, Arthur got up from his chair and left his room, grabbing a simple donut from the fridge and left the house. His destination? The Library! He would grab all novice level books from every subject, read them and fully memorize them! Then, intermediate and then master books!

As he walked towards the library, there were several people who would stop and look at him in awe. 



Arthur reached the library in only five minutes and upon entering, he was asked for his library card. He looked into his pockets and realized he didn't have it. He facepalmed himself and summoned the book and pen. Of course, seeing a book and pen appear out of nowhere would freak anyone out, so the librarian jumped in shock and took some steps back after she saw the book and pen appear in Arthur's hands. He wrote three things within the book.

[Through a quantum fluctuation, my library card will switch positions and appear in my left pocket]

[Everyone will ignore "God's Quill" and "Book of Infinite Ideas]

[Everyone will ignore me upon the voice command, "I am one with the World!"]

After he finished writing, he felt something appear within his left pocket and the librarian who had just witnessed magic quickly forgot about what had happened and once again asked for his library card, to which he provided. After signing in, his card was returned and he walked towards the academic section of the library. He grabbed all novice books in math/science/geography. He brought over 20 books to a table, he first said the phrase, "I am one with the world" and then began reading.

In what seemed like an hour to Arthur, 4 days had passed. He had read every single book in regards to math, science, and geography. As he closed the final master level book on geography, he let out a hefty sigh. He summoned his book and pen and began writing down more things.


[Arthur, upon saying "Teleport [Location]" will have their body broken down and then recreated in the spot they have wished to appear in. This will then activate, [Soul Transfer] and move Arthur's soul to the newly created body instantly.]

Leveled up! Leveled up!

He ignored the level ups and continued writing. 

[6 black holes will, through a freak accident reach 99.99% the speed of light and collide with each other, thus creating a gravitational wave unprecedented in strength. This gravitational wave will rip open a crack in the universe which will create a wormhole to another universe right next to Earth.  Wherein the Earth, Moon and 100% of Earth's inhabitants will get sucked into the wormhole and travel to another universe safely. The Earth will end up in 90% identical solar system and enter an even more suitable orbit with the new sun. In this universe, Mars is within the goldilocks zone and is inhabited by another version of humanity. This version of humanity has the same technologic capabilities of Arthur's Earth.

After Earth has safely traveled through the wormhole, it will collapse in on itself and disappear into nothingness, leaving the solar system safe and sound.]

Level upx5.


Somewhere in the universe, six supermassive stars had begun the process of dying. Within a fraction of a second, they collapsed in on themselves, without the support of fusion, their size kept decreasing and decreasing until reaching such a point that they became singularities, where even light could not escape the pull of gravity from these singularities. Six supermassive black holes had formed in the universe and all in one lightyear distance of each other. These blacks did not move, until through some quantum fluctuation space between the black holes shrunk until they were in distance of each other to pull on each other. These six black holes speeded through their gravity pulled on each other and managed to reach 99.99% the speed of light.


Then, they all collided with each other and in a silent and dark explosion, a new hyper black hole was born. The results of this collision were gravitational waves that were sent throughout the universe, creating tears in the universe. Some lead to new universes while others just shredded.

Back on Earth, Arthur had put back the master level books he had just read and then left the library going back home. It was currently 2:42 PM, and it was a nice, sunny day when suddenly... The sky darkened and what seemed to be a giant black dot in the sky appeared. Arthur already knew what this was, but the people of Earth didn't. All across the world, chaos ensued. Religions proclaimed the end times were happening, while scientists were trying their hardest to figure out what was happening. But, before anything could be done. The Earth began moving in the direction of the black dot. Within only an hour, they had entered the dot, and after another hour, they left it and entered another universe. 


The black dot in the sky that switched from the East sky to the West sky slowly disappeared as they moved away from it, entering the orbit of the new sun.

On Mars, Astronomers had just witnessed a whole planet suddenly appear in orbit around the sun! This was quickly reported to the respective Governments of the Astronomers. Then, both Earth and Mars intercepted each other's Signals surprising each planet's civilization to no end!

Arthur, on Earth, was back in his house, sleeping.

One day, when I was reading, I was given a system by a godly figure. What should I do, I asked it. It said, "Whatever you want." 

On that day, I got the [Read and write System!]

Shen Zi laughed coldly, “Master Hou, the plan with the Japanese pirates is working out well.”
 
“Getting them to attack the counties was just a small matter. I’ve already won the trust of the pirates, who will be willing to die for our cause if the need arises. These pirates will attack the governor. When the time is right, the pirates will start attacking the region with greater intensity, and cause greater devastation. After all these is done, Master Hou can write a letter to humbly apologize to the imperial court for failing to defend these regions. Afterall, they were the ones who removed you from your posts.”
 
“Now, all the authority is within the hands of the governor. He is clear about his responsibility to repel the pirates as well. When Master Hou writes the letter to apologize, it will be a simple act of loyalty to the country.”
 
“Furthermore the generals are a difficult bunch to deal with. Should they replace the governor with someone new, the generals will need time to adapt to him if they are unfamiliar with him. Therefore the most suitable candidate to replace him would be Master Hou yourself.”
 
Ji Bei Hou took a few steps forward in the great hall, “Since we already have people in positions, does this mean we can simply kill the governor whenever we wish?”
 
Shen Zhi turned around and replied him softly, “No, we cannot.”
 
He paused for some time before continuing, “Master Hou, this is all about decorum.”
 
“Regardless of how much stronger the pirates are, even if they invade our county, the most they can do is to rob and plunder. That’s why we chose the pirates.”
 
“The purpose of attacking and wounding the governor is to show how incapable and useless he is. After this is done, the imperial court will then consider sitting Master Hou on the governor’s seat. However we must not actually kill him. If we actually murder him, his death will shake the entire dynasty. The imperial court will investigate to the bottom of the matter. When that happens, nobody can take advantage of the situation.”
 
“Master Hou, this period of time is not the chaotic time we once knew. If it were, and Master Hou had the strength and the intention to kill him off before he became governor, it would have worked in your favor. Doing it now would be spell the end for all of us.”
 
“Master Hou, ever since the new dynasty had been founded, the current Emperor has been wise and strong. However, he has ascended the throne for seven years now, and rumors have been going around that his health is declining.”
 
“Master Hou just needs to take control of the army now. When the Emperor dies and is succeeded by the weak Crown Prince, he will not be able to remove you from your post. Then, you shall wield influence and power for a long time, making the Crown Prince your puppet.” 
 
“And if chaos breaks out then, Master Hou can take another step up towards the throne….”
 
“But for now, you must not act without first considering the consequences. Also, in order to prevent the Japanese pirates from turning an act into a real crisis, I suggest sending some men over to watch them. If their bloodlust becomes too strong, and they start ignoring our orders, we can slaughter them there.”

Ji Bei Hou’s eyes were gazing far ahead, as if he was deep in thought. After a long time, he sighed, “It’s been hard on Mister Shen. I’ve had to rely on Mister Shen for some time now. If it weren’t for your devious plan, I would not know how to regain my authority.”
 
Shen Zhi bowed down low and replied, “Master Hou picked me up from the soil, and I am your man in this life, and shall be your ghost in the next. What is a little work to me anyway?”
 
Ji Bei Hou laughed, and didn’t speak for sometime. When he finally recalled something he said, “Oh right, did you say my third son asked you to find some books?”
 
“Yes, Pei Zi Yun, who was the Top Scorer for the last examination, is indeed a genius.”
 
Ji Bei Hou nodded his head before sinking into silence for sometime. He then asked, “Is he Free Cloud Sect’s man?”
 
“Yes!”
 
“Then are we able to rope this man in? Or even rope the entire Free Cloud Sect into our ploys?”
 
“To rope this person in is going to be difficult. Roping the entire Free Cloud sect, I’m afraid is impossible.” Shen Zhi replied. He then paused before explaining, “Free Cloud Sect’s history can not be considered ancient, and yet their existence has stretched two dynasties. They are already established.”
 
“The Paradise of these sects rely heavily on Pure Qi. Although Pure Qi flows naturally, there is a way to break it. As long as the imperial dynasty passes an imperial decree, even the biggest mountains or the longest rivers can be shifted or obstructed. Doing this can block the flow of the Qi.”
 
“Even if the Pure Qi is altered, it will never disappear. So if we shift the flow of Pure Qi away from their Paradise, it will gradually wither and die.”
 
“To alter the topography of mountains, or to divert the flow of rivers require a great deal of work and effort. The imperial court would not be willing to go through the trouble unless absolutely necessary. This is another reason why the Dao sects would not interfere in matters of the imperial court.” 
 
“Although third master has joined the Free Cloud Sect, and the entire sect had gotten numerous benefits from our household, it’s not enough to rope the Free Cloud Sect in.” Shen Zhi said.
 
“I understand. You can leave me now!” Ji Bei Hou watched on as Shen Zhi left the room. He then turned around and said, “You can come out now!”
 
“Mister Shen is such a good military strategist!” A Daoist climbed out and started laughing. This Daoist was dressed in the Daoist robe and was wearing a bamboo cap. He had three strands of beard hanging down and looked to be about 40 years old.
 
Hearing these words, Ji Bei Hou sniggered and said, “With the leader of Holy Jail Sect on board with me, why should I fear failure?”
 
Several days later
 
The book merchant wiped the sweat of his forehead as he stood waiting outside Fu Mansion. After some time, someone came out and led him within the mansion. The book merchant carried several books with him and followed the servant in.
 
Shen Zhi was holding a quill and practicing his calligraphy strokes. When the book merchant came in, Shen Zhi did not stop. 
 
The merchant bowed deeply, “Sir, your servant has found some books written personally by famed experts.”
 
He then handed the books to the servant, who passed it on to Mister Shen. Mister Shen took a look and realized that they were all written personally and matched third young master’s criteria, "Not bad, you managed to find all these within such a short amount of time. Not bad indeed!”


“Your household is a noble house, whenever people heard that Hou Mansion was buying books, very few people rejected me.” The book merchant laughed nervously as he replied.
 
“Regardless, you were diligent.” Shen Zhi drank a cup of tea and arranged for the butler to retrieve another 100 taels of silver. This was the final payment. These volumes seemed pretty good.
 
Shen Zi took these seven books and walked over to Wei Ang’s courtyard. When he entered, he noticed that Wei Ang was brewing tea. A finished painting was on the table beside him.
 
Shen Zhi stepped forward, “Third young master, I’ve managed to acquire the books you were looking for.”
 
He then handed the books over to Wei Ang, who started flipping through them immediately, "These books are indeed good books written by renowned experts. Huang Li, you are my personal maid, take these books over to Pei Zi Yun.”
 
“Yes master.” Huang Li replied and took the books over. She then walked over to the entrance where an ox-cart was idling. Boarding the ox-cart, she then headed towards Fu Mansion.
 
When the ox-cart reached Fu Mansion, Huang Li got off and knocked on the door. Before long, the guard asked, “Miss, who are you looking for?”
 
Huang Li then replied, “I am a maid from Ji Bei Hou’s house, under the instructions of my third young master. I am here to pass some books to High Scholar Pei.”
 
The guard then opened the door and said, “Please wait here miss. I shall go and report to High Scholar Pei.”
 
After some time, the guard then came out, "Please enter miss.”
 
The guard then turned around and started leading the way, with Huang Li following close behind.
 
Pei Zi Yun was in his room writing essays. When Huang Li entered, she saw an entire room filled with books. Books were sprawled all over the table, and many pieces of papers with writings were strewn across the room as well, ‘He’s not inclined to paintings like my own master, but is proficient in writing. Based on the way he writes, he’s really befitting of the Top Scorer status.’
 
As she was thinking, she stepped forward and handed the books over.
 
Pei Zi Yun stood up, and looked at the maid. He had seen her around before at Hou Mansion. She had bright eyes and white teeth. Although her features were plain and not what one would regard as pretty, she had a certain simplicity about her look that made her stand out. Pei Zi Yun then smiled, “Thank you master for me.”
 
He then received the book and felt a certain sensation across his entire body, and was overjoyed, "These books are not bad at all. Huang Li, a few days later I shall pay a visit.’
 
“Young master Pei, I shall return to my chores. Farewell.” Huang Li then hurriedly left the room and headed back. She was not allowed to be out for too long. 
 
Pei Zi Yun looked at the books. From the seven books, he pulled out three and threw the other four aside, "Among these seven books, three of them contain legacies.”
 
“The older generation of writers really poured their blood sweat and tears into writing books. A single book could take decades of hard work to complete.”
 
“Zeng Jiao Qin, High Scholar”


“Lu Ji Yuan, Grand Scholar”
 
“Wang Zi Liang, High Scholar”
 
“All these were highly regarded and renowned literary experts. These three books caused a reaction within my Plum Blossom, I should try and absorb their contents.”
 
“Having these three books were more than enough. In fact, when it comes to knowledge, analogies were the best way to acquire them and not through sheer quantity. I shall try and absorb the first book. If it’s successful, I shall then start absorbing the other two.”
 
Pei Zi Yun turned into his bedroom and placed the first book under his pillow. Within seconds, he fell into a dream.
 
A few moments after Pei Zi Yun had fallen asleep, there was a knock on the door before it sprang open, "Junior Brother, Junior Brother. The weather is so nice today. Let’s go and fly some kites.”
 
The little girl Chu Xia was carrying a kite and entered the room. She looked around and found Pei Zi Yun sleeping, deep in his dreams. She then walked nearer to him and shouted loudly, “Junior Brother, Junior Brother. Wake up. Come and fly some kites with me.”


Pei Zi Yun slept soundly and did not stir at all. Seeing him so unresponsive, Chu Xia stormed out in anger.
 
When he had finished dreaming the first, he entered a second, and a third dream. He had absorbed all three books in quick succession. When he finally woke up, he felt his entire world spinning around him. He stood up and took a few steps forward in confusion. Extending a hand out, he reached to grab the bed to catch his breath.
 
“Even though the Plum Blossom second petal formed, absorbing three legacies at once was slightly too much to bear.” Pei Zi Yun regained his composure. Although the limit of the Plum Blossom wasn’t very high, Pei Zi Yun have yet to meet its ceiling. However, as with all things, it has to be taken in moderation. Absorbing legacies too must be a gradual process with sufficient rest.”
 
Not only does his head hurt immensely, but his train of thought was disrupted as well. This was an instance where his state of mind had been subjected to severe over exertion. Pei Zi Yun forced a laugh, and placed the books away from his pillow. He then fell onto the bed and went back to sleep.
 
When he woke up, he felt somewhat rejuvenated. His head was still throbbing, but at least he could walk without feeling dizzy. There were several dishes on the table, although they had turned cold. Beneath the bowl was a note. When he took it up to read, he realized that it was from his teacher. He felt a certain warmness envelop his heart.
 
The rumble of his tummy could be heard as Pei Zi Yun pushed open the door. He wanted to ask a servant to warm his food up for him. He noticed that they sky was dark, with over a few stars overhead. Pei Zi Yun then realized he had slept all the way till midnight.
 
A gust of wind blew over, and Pei Zi Yun felt somewhat chilly. The servants were all asleep. After thinking for sometime, Pei Zi Yun returned to his room and closed the door. He then ignited the stove where a pot sat in his room. After a short while, the pot started steaming. He then placed the dishes inside, filling his entire room with a delicious aroma. When the preparation was done, he started eating.
 
Although the food was still somewhat cold, the flavor was still there. When he finished eating, he placed the bowls aside and started writing, endless streams of thoughts gushed into his mind, inspiring him.
 
The original book that Pei Zi Yun had written was only seven chapters long. After he was done editing and reworking it, he realized that he had reviewed and edited it a total of 11 times. Although it was still not the most perfect work ever done, it had certain standards. 
 
After gaining the knowledge of these three great experts, he did a complete makeover of his seven chapters, gaining insights he could never imagine. When he was done, he placed his hands on the table. He didn’t feel like sleeping yet. He started thinking about his Dao Arts, and realized that he didn’t need to practice due to the fact that he possessed the original owner’s memories. However, he needed to accumulate spiritual strength still.
 
In the blink of an eye, seven days went past. Pei Zi Yun had been writing every single day, and improving his work. He would then proofread the entire thing and made more changes.  Whenever he took breaks, he was practicing the Hundred Beast Movements in order to accumulate spiritual strength. At the end of the seven days, he smiled to himself, "It’s done”
 
He then shouted, “Men, prepare an ox-cart. I shall go to Hou Mansion.”
 
At that time High Scholar Fu and Yu Yun Jun were bringing someone to a room. The room was locked and the corridor was exceptionally quiet. Both of them had looks that were mixed with sorrow and happiness. When they pushed open the door, they saw that several old books were on the shelves, and the curtains had been drawn. A teacup and pot were on the table. Everything was the way it once was. 
 
“Ai, Mistress Cloud and I are here to see you again. I’ve wronged you……” High Scholar Fu said gently. There were three candles burning beside the incense burner. High Scholar Fu then whispered, “But you were in Paradise, and had no worries. It’s just that I’ve been suffering while yearning for you. I guess this is how I should make up for what happened.”
 
Yu Yun Jun was silent. If it weren’t for her, High Scholar Fu wouldn’t have entered the Dao as well. This was all fate. 
 
When they backed away, High Scholar Fu paused for several seconds, his face changing color as he tried to speak. Yu Yun Jun abruptly waved her hands to stop him, as her expression changed, “Eh?”
 
Before revealing an expression that was hard to describe.


Earth Immortals are cultivated from a blessed land,
Heaven Immortals move to and fro from the divine mountains.
I have a stalk of plum blossom, and I shall maraud the Will of the Heavens with it!

A beat up yellow motorcycle zooms into the parking lot, nearly hitting a group of freshman students. 

'Sh*t!' Thinks the driver, a sophomore with long legs and a bad record of being late to school.

'Not only am I running late on the first day, my teacher has to be Cunningham!' Naomi shakes her head bitterly as she removes her black helmet. Mr. Cunningham was well known for being tough on students, especially those who slip up.

Her tardiness was sure to be a damper on her grades if she didn't hurry or come up with a good excuse.

Naomi runs through the halls, nearly plowing some other late students over.

"Sorry!" she blurts, but doesn't stop or turn around.

Naomi sees the door up ahead! Just ten more steps...

seven...

three!..

The bell rings.

Naomi stops in her tracks and hangs her head, quickly contemplating whether or not to leave. But, no. Many people (especially those she *literally* ran into), had seen her. Playing sick would be useless and blacklist her on the teacher-side for being a liar. All of this passes through her head in a matter of two seconds.

She takes a deep breath and pulls on the door handle, walking into a silent room and a glaring middle aged man.

An idea pops into her head and she fights back a grin.

"I am SO sorry, Mr. Cunningham! I just checked out the most amazing book from the library when I happened to check my watch! I rushed to class, but the bell rang before I could make it! Deepest apologies." She bowed her head for added effect.

"Oh, might I ask what book that may be?" There was a challenge in the English teacher's voice.

Smiling gently, Naomi withdrew the copy of 1984 she had "lost" (aka stolen from the library and paid a fine for) last year from her bag.

The classic piece of literature was sure to win some approval and respect, right?

After a short moment, Cunningham decided to let it rest and bade her to sit down in her assigned seat. Naomi scuttled to a seat next to a boy with auburn hair and devastatingly attractive cheekbones. Cunningham proceeded to lecture the class on his late-work, tardy, and behavior policies, as well as the grading scale and what is to be expected of this honors-level English II class.

Naomi and the rest of the class spaced out for most of it, but refrained from speaking or looking sleepy. Cunningham's wrath was not to be underestimated. It was told that he once had a student that was incredibly intelligent and a great writer, but had rebellious tendencies, such as refusing common Literature theories, interrupting lectures, and putting his feet on the desk.

That student was no legend either, Nate Burns, was so despised by Cunningham that he almost failed the class the first semester.

He threatened to drop out, but knew that would only please the teacher, so he switched to online classes and attempted 32 online writing assignments in under a week that same semester. Nate earned a C+ in the class that semester as a result of cramming in so many writing pieces, but it was better than failing.

Cunningham received no repercussion from the school board, despite his biased grades. He had two Language Arts bachelor's degrees and so, he was the best in the English department, no matter his terrible personality.

Every student feared that story, not wanting to be the next Nate Burns. Naomi was no exception. She knew she had to focus.

Yet, somehow her attention kept swaying towards the new boy in the seat next to her...

Explore the rural, yet scandalous, High School of Naomi Hayes, a girl who doesn't quite fit in but knows how to pull the strings on the social ladder of her single-minded peers. Will she make it to graduation? Or will she finally lose patience and ditch her small town before getting her diploma?

Harry looked at the multiple runic circles and arrays he had drawn on the wall with a frown before he took out his wand and took a few steps away from it.

Then he pointed his wand at the wall and said "Titillando" the incantation of the tickling hex and a small purple ball came out of his wand, struck the wall and got absorbed by the wall.

He waited for the wall to release the spell back at him once again but when it didn't work for half a minute, he let out a sigh and put his wand back in it's holster before walking up to the runes once again.

He was working on runes that would capture and release the spells thrown at them so that he could put them on his robes but so far, he had not met with any success.

Well, he knew from the very start that this was going to be a hard project so he was not very disheartened. He also knew that he would not be able to reflect back all the spells but that was alright.

He would eventually make his robes immune to all the spells one way or another. If he was able to reflect back some of the spells thrown at him, then that would just an additional benefit.

He gave one last look at the wall before he sat down on the desk, taking out the quill and parchment and trying to create a new runic system from the scratch before Selena came out from under his sleeves and said "Someone is coming."

He put the quill down and looked at her "Who?"

The Horned Serpent waited for a few moments, probably sensing the magic that was coming in their direction before she turned to him and replied "It's Hermione."

He nodded at her and she went back under his sleeves.

He wondered if he should make some clothes for her that would keep her safe if he ever got into a fight.

He remembered from the movies that Voldemort had put a ton of charms on his pet snake Nagini which had the effect of making her almost immune to spells. Perhaps he would be able to do something like that for Selena as well.

As he thought about that, the door opened at an excited Hermione Granger entered the room with a huge smile and he instantly became wary of her.

An excited Hermione Granger usually meant trouble for him and he could only hope that she had not she had not started some form of campaign for the welfare of the Cornish Pixies or something equally foolish like that.

His wary expression only seemed to further excite her as her smile turned wider and she came up to his desk and dropped a whole bunch of paper in front of him.

"Hello Hermione." He said, his eyes looking warily at the large bundle of papers, wondering if it was what he thought it was "Can you tell me what this is?"

"Harry. This is the manuscript of the book that you told me to write." She said happily and he almost groaned. Almost.

But he knew that showing such a negative reaction to her hard work would seriously put a dent on her growing confidence so he would never do such a thing.

Instead, he smiled and patted her cheeks affectionately "Good job Hermione. I knew you would be able to do it within the time frame."

Then he looked at the bundle of 1500 or so pages and inwardly frowned.

At the start of this holiday, he had asked Hermione to write a book for the muggle parents of the muggleborns.

It did not need to be very well written or very entertaining. It just needed to be written with the facts about the magical world that is generally not told to the muggle population by the Hogwarts teachers.

It also needed to be filled with tips on what they could do to help their magical children and what not.

In essence, it would be the first book in history written by a magical person that would help the muggle parents understand the magical world to a greater degree so that they would be able to provide their children with better support.

When he had tasked Hermione to finished this job within the time limit, he had known that she would pull through for him even if she had to pull all nighters and had even allowed her to use the time turner with him.

And she had pulled through for him.

He could guess that writing these 1500 pages must have taken her a lot of hard work and time.

But he could not really sell a 1500 pages long book to the muggle parents now could he?

So with a heavy heart he told her "Hermione. Thank you for the hard work and effort you put behind writing this thing. But we cannot publish a book with so many pages."

"Can you cut down the size of this book so that it could be about 300-500 pages long? That way even the poor muggle parents would easily be able to afford our book."

He said 'our' book because he was going to put his name as the co-author of this book even though it was Hermione who had actually written it all on her own.

He had two very important reasons to do so.

1. If the book was sold by Hermione's name, then very few people would buy it. After all, she was just a 12 year old girl so what would she know about writing the book. He had a feeling that if the book was released with just her as the author, then she would get a lot of hate from the press and that would not be good for her fragile self confidence.

2. The idea of the book was essentially his and he was also the one who had given her the topics to write and research. Plus once she cuts the book down to about 300-500 pages, he would be the one who would make the final changes along with the editing part so he was essentially the co-author of the book whether he wanted or not.

Hermione looked a little crestfallen at his words and he grimaced at that. He had not wanted the girl to feel so down.

Cutting the book to 1/3rd of it's original size was like telling her that 2/3rd of the things that she wrote were not important. That 2/3rd of her hard work and time were not important. Such a thing would hurt any person.

It was essentially his fault that such a mistake was made. When he had told her to write a book for him, he had not told her the exact amount of pages that she needed to write and had forgotten how over-the-top Hermione could be sometimes.

He stood up in order to console her but before he could do that, her expression brightened up on her own and he gave him a firm nod.

"I'll do that Harry. I'm happy as long as we could sell the book to all the non magical parents and inform them about the magical world in more detail."

And before he could even say anything else, she took the bundle of papers from his desk and left.

And he had not even read the manuscript at all.

Oh well, it looked he'll just have to believe that she would do a good job in writing the book and not just fill it with boring facts.

Hopefully her parents would be able to help her with that.

And if the book turned out to be a disaster, then they could just write a better one during their second year and publish it next year.

With that, he put such thoughts out of his mind and picked up the carving quill once again.

It was time to get back to work.


Author's Note:- I always felt that the wizards should have wrote at least a few books about the magical world for the muggles so that muggle parents would be able to understand more about the world they were sending their child into. But such a book was never shown in the movie and it was clear that there was a huge divide between the people living the magical world and the people living in the muggle world.

So if I was wizard, then I would definitely write a book for the muggle parents and I have no doubt that such a book would definitely be bought by almost every muggle parents who cared about their children.

Just my two cents :)

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Have a nice day :)

Disclaimer- Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.


Transmigration into Harry Potter world as Harry, hell yeah. There’s so much to explore in magic that other’s never did.

Dumbledrore?
Fuck him.

Canon Plot?
Fuck that too.

Voldemort?
Hmm… how to best make use of that dumb cunt who turned me into his living horcrux.

Ah… and there are a few girls in here that I always fancied so tagging them along is just a natural thing to do. Not too many. Just two or three would be best.

Now that I’m here, I’ll carve my own path for the future and if I fuck up everyone else’s life in the process. Who cares?



Average number of words in a chapter- 1500
Number of chapters I'll release every day- 2


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How much are you willing to give? How much are you willing to not take back? How long will you stare at a phone waiting for them to call. To give you so much as a yes or no. How long? When will you say enough is enough, that the days you waited were enough, that what you gave was enough? Are you chasing that idea of love so much that you can't let go? Are you so scared of loneliness that you are unwilling to ask for more? Are you? Answer me damn it!
Stop looking at your phone, she isn't going to call. You told her your father has cancer but she isn't going to offer you any response. So stop waiting! Stop telling yourself five more minutes, stop making excuses for her. Just stop.
That pain in your fist, that is real. That sinking feeling in your gut, that is real. The sweat is real. The excuses you are making for her are not real! None of that is real! Get that through your thick skull!
Raam was talking to himself, making just trying make himself understand the situation he avoided. Eventually the sun always sets on parts of our lives, we have to let go. His back side down the cement wall as his ass hit the cement flooring. His breathing was labored, his shirt sweat through, his fists covered in blood.
"I have to move on. I…I…I…" He couldn't repeat himself, the words evading him. His head slouched against the wall as his body succumbed to exhaustion.
 
Raam didn't wait around for Miciah to awaken. He found himself in front of brick building, "Derrick's Foster Home" hung above the entrance; without dally or pause he walked in with his head held high. The blond hair, blue eyed, college receptionist greeted him. She was likely a solitary girl had nice curves and a sweatshirt with three Greek letters on it.
"I was looking to start the process for adoption."
She rampaged through one of her draws and pulled out a packet and clip board, "Fill out this packet and we will go from there." She didn't take more than a glance at Raam before returning to her book. It was only with a curt glance but Raam couldn't help but chuckle at the title, "A Lover's Remorse".
"Good read?" He asked grabbing a pen from the mug.
"Really good, a really short story, but the characters are so realistic it pulls you in." She praised her eyes still not lifted from the pages.
"I always felt the symbolism is what carried the story."
"Symbolism is nice, but without the character I wouldn't make it through the first read to find the symbols in the second."
"Very true. If only the grammar was better, maybe then the book would be a best seller."
"It criminal the second book he wrote, 'Liar's Requiem', never got more publicity. Everything was so well done."
"The theme wasn't popular enough to be mainstream. No matter how well done, without an audience, books will never be popular. People don't like being attacked with every word."
"Damn criminal, the first-person narration of a man pointing the flaws of main characters and how striving for such ideals lead us to ruin. Masterful, just masterful, all while making us sympathize with a man who has no right being forgiven."
Raam laughed at her passionate explanation of the book, "The man is amazing author, Raam Malum."
"He really is, I hear he is young too. Love to pick his brain on the symbols in his stories. There are so many and even after so many rereads, I feel I'm still missing some." She wished her chin held in her hands and eyes glistening.
"Here is the packet back." Raam handed over the packet.
"Thanks! We will-" She didn't finish her sentence as her eyes widened.
"Pleasure to meet you." Raam offered his hand with a teeth filled smile.
"Mr. Malum, oh my god!" She got out the words in a fluster.
Raam laughed, "Please call me Raam, I'm still young."
She shook his hand and handed over the book for him to sign.
"Thank you Raam! Your writing is amazing!"
The two exchanged more formalities, before Raam asked to be allowed to walk around the premise. He did so after leaving a form of identification at the desk, his driver's license.
It was finally happening; he was finally taking the next steps in his life. Was he done avoiding everything? Had the pain subsided? His phone was off, his mind was calm, everything felt right. Maybe his reasoning for now doing it was wrong, but he was taking his first steps to a new life.
This is what people do, they change their lives after something traumatic happens to someone they care about. Which to the other people in the world, who stop and think before taking such drastic choices, will see as wrong. His father is dying, and he only ever wished a few things of his son, happiness and a grandchild.
As Raam found his way to the main area of the foster home, he saw a cluster of children playing with a wide variety of toys.
Seeing them all so happy brought a smile to his face, the joys of being young.
As his glaze passed over them all it paused on a familiar face. He did a double take to make sure he wasn't seeing things. He shouldn't be here; he was supposed to have a family.
There in the middle of the cluster of children sat Umbra.

A plane as they would now call it but I would remember the time on it differently.  

A plane timed romance or  romance that would transcend the restriction of the plane's flight.

A women he impulsively loves.

But it is fated to be one sided, or will he find a way even with her having a boyfriend?

CDS: 4

"Uhmnnn s-sure." she said and he reaches the pendant that was on the middle of her t-shirt covered breast. 

He took it and started to examine it. Then his face suddenly changes into shock and disbelief.

"Grampa what is wrong? You look as if you know something about that necklace." the lady asked her grandfather.
     
The old man rubs his jaw and played his long beard as he looks at Annelia. 

"Lily would you mind bringing me that box down from my last drawer." He said as he looks at his granddaughter that he just called Lily. 

"Is it the one with a lock?" the old man nod and Leny head back to the door where they both saw her grandfather walk in. 

"By the way my name is Benzamine III Conjar and my granddaughter is Leny Mae. You can call me Ben." 

"You can also call me Leny." They all turn to see the lady coming out of the door holding a padlocked box in top of her both hands. She laid the box on his grandfather's lap and took his cane as she put it on the side of the chair a few meters away from them. 

"M-my name is Regie and she is Annelia." Regie answered when Annelia was so silent. 

"Come sit beside me and let us discuss about that necklace. But first tell me how you come in ownership of that in the first palace." Mr. Benzamine said as the two seats in front him and Leny seat beside her grandfather. 

"Uhmnnn I accidentally meet this man in my classroom he just gave it to me and uhmnn he then left." Annelia said omitting the part where she was harassed by that crazy stranger. 

"Sorry I cannot do anything to help you get rid of that necklace. But I can tell you how you can get it off." 

"H-how?" Annelia said as she and Regie both look at him. 

"That necklace can be taken off... only by the one who has placed it on your neck." 

"Y-you mean I cannot take this off my whole life if he won't appear!?" Annelia burst upon hearing what Mr. Benzamine said. 

"Yes but frit not, I know you will meet him again, SOON. (He unlocked the box and took an old ancient looking book) Here, read this Miss Annelia it might help you when the time comes." 

"T-thank you b-but what is this for. I-I mean what is in this book?" she asked in confusion. 

"You will know, read it at home to find out. If you have any question about it just come and we will talk about it. It's nice knowing you, FINALLY." He said that Annelia get more confused. 

They both rise to head out when Regie turned. 

"Si-sir can I… can I ask something? (The old man smiled and nod) Is that real or not?" Regie asked and Annelia also look at him questioningly. 

"Ah! You ask if it's real or fake. That necklace is beyond real. The price of that necklace is beyond what you can see. As the OWNER of that, YOU can own not just the land but the whole world…. but most specially the SEA itself. If we give price to it here, it will cost million...no.....billions. Ahhhhh one more thing Miss Annelia, I advise you to hide that under your t-shirt. Don't go on telling to people that the necklace is worth dying for OR your life will be in danger.  This world is full of---violence; people kill each other for money and fame. You can't even know which one you can trust and which one you have to be cautious with. Miss Annelia I warn you be very…very careful." Mr. Benzamine said as they both said their thanks and left. Annelia even got confused by Mr. Benzamine's words. What does he mean by the worth of that necklace can own the whole world and the sea?


Annelia was thinking about what Mr. Benzamine have said as she lies on her bed. She remembers the old book the old man gave her so she got up and took the old book on her backpack and starts to scan it. She then found out that the books content is a story. And a family chart with name and picture... a weird family chart of some people who lived in a kingdom called Asheville. 

"A fantasy story, how can this solve my problem about this necklace? And why did Mr. Benzamine give it to me?" she said in confusion. 

After an hour of reading that thick old book she finally closes it and places it beside her pillow. She gets up and went to the kitchen to drink some water.

"SO…. you finally ended reading that silly book. It is a mystery to me as to where and how did you came in position to that stupid book.  It's about time." she twists in shock upon hearing a voice behind her. 

Luthan is there, currently sitting on the chair just beside the door of her room and is holding a notebook, and she turned red upon seeing that it was the novel she is writing... sort of writing. 

"My God!! How the heck did you enter here? And who give you permission to read that, give me that this instant. W-WAIT (she turns to look at the door) h-how on earth did you get in…. I locked the door!" she said as look at him in shock seeing the door still lock inside. 

"For a beginner your story is fascinating, I hope I can read the continuation." He stands and closes the notebook he was reading and laid it on the chair, he was wearing a formal suit and he looks like a normal handsome business man to her who normally appears in drama and movies. 

"ANSWER, how the hell did you enter here?! And WHO are you?" he step closer to her as she step back. 

"I believe you already know who I am... ah let me correct, who I was. That silly book is more than enough." he said as he looks at her with his dark green powerful eyes.

"Huh! REALLY but the thing is, I DON'T believe in the content of that book. Mermaids are just part of one's imaginations and that book is like the fantasy books I have been reading since childhood. Vampires, wolves and monsters don't even exist, what made you think that I will believe in the existence of sea nymphs." Annelia said in deep frustration as she slowly steps back until her back hit the chair and lost her balance. 

"You are one clumsy little girl are you." she opens her eyes to see him holding her so close in her waist and that she is basically bent down while his strong arm in her waist supported her so she won't fall. 

"People said that the mouth is the gate of misfortune. I guess I made a mistake mocking you with that kiss. It turns out I lost on the turn and it back fire on me." he said as he looks at her face then to her lips. 

"It is a pity though; our path has been bound to diverge. One of this days, (he seems to think for a second) no that is inevitable I'm afraid (he looks into her eyes) you have some lovely eyes. It was said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, mine is a difference or shall I say the opposite …but-." he slowly closed his eyes then kissed her deeply and longer.  
      
When her senses are back, Annelia pushes him hard that they separated before she steps away from him covering her mouth using the back of her hand. 

"W-what d-do you think you are doing? H-how on earth did you get in here! Leave right now or I will shout for help! Oh! And by the way TAKE THIS NECKLACE OFF RIGHT NOW!! AND LEAVE!!!!!" she screams in pure rage before she start to walk towards the door to open it wide indicating him to leave. 

"NOW!" she shouted at him as he smiled and walk towards her. 

He raises her chin using his fingers and put his other arm on her waist as he slowly kiss her, this time it is longer and passionate. Annelia got lost and she didn't notice how and when she closed the door as her arm went to his back then wrap into his neck. When he finally let go of her, Annelia just look at him as he draws some thread of her hairs away from her face and put it behind her ear. 

"The necklace found its rightful place I see. You deserve to have it (he touched the pendant of the necklace that hangs in her cleavage, then his expression changes as if he is sad) what am I doing? I shouldn't have done this; things will be too hard from now on."

 Luthan looks at her as he plays the pendant in his fingers. Annelia look at his eyes to see it was the color of the deep sea which is light green; he suddenly turned away from her. Annelia just look at his back as he looks out to through the window. 

"I just wish we were born in the same world and that I am a simple man worthy of you. It's funny right, I detest you the first time we meet and yet you are winning the game I started. This must be the power the prophesy is talking about." He looks at her and his eyes brighten as he looks into her face. 

"WH-who are you, really?" she said softly as she looks at him. 

She was still shaken by that kiss he gives her and that her thoughts are raveling. He smiles and went closer to her; he acts as if he is going to touch her face but stops midway and his hand drops to his side. 

"You already KNOW who I am. You are just UNWILLING to admit it." Luthan said in his cold tone as she looks into his lovely cold green eyes.

"That is nonsense- I mean if you are the one I think you are- it's not possible."

When a person fall in love for the first time and end up falling.......everything changes. His life, his beliefs and his view on love they all change.  But what will happen when fate and love comes together and hit you like the tons of secrets hidden deep in the sea? Can you be able to face what we call destiny?

Four hearts set to face a great adventure and lies along the way. Four hearts that will be played into the hand of destiny. One heart cursed by pain, one heart with an unrequited love, one heart confused, and a heart full of unsettled emotions.

Join them as they discover the answers they seek. And help them unravel the secrets hidden within the sea.

The story about a love that created havoc into the land of the nymphs.  A story about   a love between beings beyond our wildest imaginations, creatures we humans call as mermaids, and humans confused to what their existence for.

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