When Grant raised his hands in defeat, the Void shook — with laughter. You would laugh too if you never expected a fake ploy to actually work in a high-stake battle!
It was true that no one could cast multiple magic spells of different varieties at the same time; that rule also applied to the Voidwalkers. Even with the activation of the secret spell, Six Realms Five Planes — The Divine Figure of Kurikara, Baiyi's current limitation in his mana output would not have been enough to allow the other Voidwalkers to cast high-damage spells at Grant, anyway.
In the three days time period before the duel, the Voidwalkers had poured all their resources into improving the Baiyi's own version of the Descent spell, making such that seven Voidwalkers could use it as a gateway to perform their own techniques through seven mirages of themselves. Then, the Charlatan imbued his specially-crafted hallucinatory spell so that each of the eight mirages would emit realistic mana pulses while they were "performing" their spells. Lastly, one of the Voidwalkers used a special masking technique to conceal the original form of that spell just to jack up the appeal and display eye-catching visual effects!
Grant bought it! He bought it so hard, he gave up immediately. If he had not lost confidence and decided to stay a little longer, he would have noticed that the clones' chants were just for show, for they would not have cast anything after the chants… Grant lost the duel because he lost his confidence, and he ended up submitting even though he was being fooled.[1]
Trying to fool a seasoned Holy-level sorcerer was basically almost impossible, even if the opponent had the Charlatan's ability to simulate eight different sets of mana vibrations lucidly. However, Baiyi had help from some cunning and experienced folks, and he was able to pull it off!
This trick could not be used a second time. In fact, it could only be used outside life or death battles; for example, this educational duel.
However, if Grant had decided to go all out in their battle, using everything he had, Baiyi would not have resorted to trickery. Instead, he would have lifted up his robe and use his Void Energy!
Grant approached Baiyi to ask the spell he pulled off at the final moments of their duel. All Baiyi could say was, "Er, actually, that was just my special illusionary spell…"
After Baiyi replied, the Vice President's expression became hard to read. He mulled over Baiyi's answer in his head. When Grant finally understood the underlying trick, a few seconds after pondering, he really wanted to slap himself.
However, he could only force, shake his head and say, "Master Hope's Illusion technique really is something to behold! To be perfectly honest, I had started to wonder if you were the avatar of an actual deity."
"There can't be this many deities in the world, right?" Baiyi replied.
"I know. That's… impossible/" VP Grant sighed before changing the subject. "So, I was wondering if Master Hope would like to register this special illusionary technique for copyright? A technique that can be used to skillfully turn the tides in a battle against Holy-level powerhouses must be the dream of many, right? If you would like to do that, I'm happy to help."
"Nah. A parlor trick like that shouldn't be treated as some kind of magnum opus," Baiyi replied, feigning humility. What he really meant to say was "You normies can't possibly replicate what I did, at all; you gotta have some Voidwalkers aiding you first!
Grant VP did not say anything the moment Baiyi indirectly rejected the offer. Although Grant understood that most people would rather not publicize their secret moves, after a while, he replied, " I respect your reasons, but… I just found it a little unfortunate many had watched your battle today, and even if you could trust me to keep the secrets of your techniques, I'm afraid others might not be bound by the same code of honor."
The implication was simple and was what Grant really thought in his heart. 'Do you think your secret technique is still a secret after our televised event? Come on, man; everyone saw it. Even if everyone else is not as strong as Thanos, they still will not be fooled by a fake cloning technique more than once, Mr. "Mysterious".'
Baiyi hid his sneer and replied, "Oh, it's fine — really. There's no need to fret about it." 'You really think all eight spells the mirages were about to cast were worthless? Pfft. Wait till I sucker-punch you when you get distracted next time!
Nevertheless, Baiyi had won the duel and successfully completed his ranking mission. No one dared to doubt his strength now, including those who had previously harbored skepticism about his skills. Grant, too, had gracefully admitted his defeat. After giving Baiyi a handshake, Grant handed him his Legendary-level Qualification Certificate in front of the crowd.
Baiyi's fans in the audience cheered jubilantly. Even Nota could not contain her joy and excitement; she exclaimed with her sweet, soft voice, "This is the greatest ever!"
Grant, who had been hovering right next to Baiyi, directed a pointed glance at Baiyi.
"Cough! That was my communication formation. The volume was a bit too loud, so what you heard was just my students' cheers," Baiyi replied quickly.
Grant nodded, albeit slowly.
The atmosphere turned awkward after that, so Baiyi gave a flimsy excuse and left, flying towards his students. He allowed his adorable students to surround him, and they began to clap and cheer so earnestly, Baiyi could not help but feel proud. Hence, he announced that there would be no homework that day. He went to express his desire that every one of them relax and rest up for the upcoming wilderness exploration up in two days times.
That night, Baiyi and his family enjoyed a happy family time. Vice President Grant, however, did not celebrate — or relax.
Baiyi left after the match, but Grant had to stay behind and clean up the site. Later that evening, Grant used his free time to review the battle with the advanced class students, as well as manage their bet winnings or losses. By midnight, Grant was still awake. There was an oil lamp beside him, which lit up the grave expression on his face as he scribbled something on a piece of paper.
Grant scribbled very swiftly, but when the top of his pen brushed against the piece of paper, it left no ink trail; Grant was, in fact, writing a specially encrypted letter whose content could only be revealed under a highly-specialized scanning magic.
The letter contained the scores and details of every test Baiyi undertook before the duel. It also contained Grant's deductions about Baiyi's battle prowess, which he had theorized after dueling with the soul armature: Mana output — unable to exceed Master-level; he can easily dispatch spells as high as seventh-grade; he possesses strange illusionary prowess and space-type magic; he also possesses an uncannily powerful Psychic Energy, and he was possibly a Demigod-level fighter when he was alive.
At the very end of the letter, Grant added a note: Unidentified gender. He could be female.
When the letter was finished, Grant folded it and sealed it inside an envelope, which he proceeded to place in the middle of his palm.
A tongue of flames suddenly rose from his hand, burning the entire letter completely, without even leaving ashes behind.
A few moments passed.
Then, deep within the Basilica of the Godsfall cult, the three High Reverends assumed their dark silhouette forms.
"What do you think?" The first silhouette spoke.
"Tsk tsk. He lost all pretense of enigma before the might of a Holy-level pugilist, didn't he? I do not, for one second, believe that he was still hiding anything. His air of mystery has already been forcefully ripped open, and all his tricks and tactics are now completely exposed; he's no longer a threat," the second silhouette replied confidently as if he had already seen through everything. "Pah. He is called 'The Mightiest Great Sage Ever', yet this is all the depth he possessed! The reason why those bumbling idiots in the Doors of Conundrum were so quickly impressed must have been because they never had a powerful member like him before."
"Do you honestly believe that we have him?" The third silhouette asked. "That was just a friendly spar. Do you really think he used everything he had in that match? His illusion trick that could fool a Holy-level fighter and that inexplicable, unpredictable teleportation magic should already warrant our highest caution."
"What? Are you suggesting that he might even be able to use combat chi? Or that he is as adept in stealth as assassins are? Or that he can even assume another form?" The second silhouette retorted, wearing a sneer. "At the end of the day, sorcerers will always be sorcerers. Even if he managed to use some of those barbaric druids' techniques, he is still a sorcerer. If he really has more up his sleeves, do you think he would have acted this indecisive in the fight today? Do you think he would have wasted so many of his trump cards — even that little party trick and psychological attack — just to win?"
"Even if he still has more aces, I don't think they will be able to even leave a dent on us," the second figure added. "Tell me, are we honestly going to lose to a mere Holy-level worm?"
"I see your point there…" the third silhouette relented. It was just as the other silhouettes had said. It did not really matter how powerful Baiyi was; he would always be limited by his class. There was also the fact that Baiyi had shown every card he had just because he would not have been able to best a Holy-level fighter without them.
If that was the extent of his power, then what would the odds of his victory over an organization like theirs? He would not be any more threatening than a pebble — which they could kick at any time.
"I have another question, though: if he was already this capable, why is he satisfied with his lowly occupation — a homeschool teacher? It cannot be because of what those rumors say — that he has ephebophilia — right?" The third silhouette asked.
"Not possible," the first silhouette replied, surprisingly defending the soul armature. "According to my observations and conjecture, his innate capabilities are… unstable, to say the least. His performance today is an exception, not the norm. I believe that it has something to do with his summoner and Soul Armature Practitioner — that little girl with twin horsetails. She is unremarkably weak, and I believe that her own limitations caused similar blocks in her Soul Armature."
"A result of an incomplete summoning process, I presume? Ho ho ho. Is she lucky, or is she unfortunate? I can only wish them a happy Grace's Day… Because this is very likely the last festival they ever celebrate," the second silhouette said.
"Oh! This soon?"
"Of course!" The second silhouette answered in a raised voice filled with bloodthirst. "I made myself clear before; the only protection this man has is the enigma surrounding him. The time the shroud is torn apart is the time he pays his price."
[1] As they say, huh? The monsters are in your head!


Imagine being forced to live, after death, as incorporeal bodies trapped in a vast space of nothingness for thousands of years, with nothing to do but exchanging past memories with other cohabitants (read: weirdos).  Everybody wanted out, but there was no way to leave the Void... 
Until one day, a young man was finally summoned, as a powerful but reluctant mentor, by a bubbly and motivated but completely naive young girl. Baiyi, finally out of the Void, was the only one who could save all of the other 32 souls from their prison and his summoner might just be The Key to their freedom.
However, Baiyi had to use the techniques and abilities the other souls had taught him throughout the years, and together with his own extensive knowledge of anime and game tropes from his shady and dangerous past as an otaku, to face the biggest challenge of them all: training the clumsy young girl he was forced to partner up with… into a competent sorcerer!

A flood of emotions made themselves known to her so abruptly. It was overwhelming. She released the tiny hand she had grasped and stumbled back. Her stumbled and fell into a soft sofa. Pain. Sorrow. Anger. Hate. Fear. So many negative emotions were rampaging within her that it was hard to hold onto herself. She felt others around her. Voices were heard but she could not focus on any of them. 

And then there was a feeling of total and complete calm as someone gently took hold of her face. Hands resting softly on her cheeks. Whispering words of reassurance. It was her sister. She must've used her quirk to calm her down. She took a deep breath and sighed. She smiled in thanks and her eyes landed on Kuriko. Those blue eyes of hers were filled with the very emotions  she was feeling. The most prominate being hate. Anger. Sadness. 

Kuriko couldn't look at Nozomi. She was glaring down at her hands. What had she done? It was her fault. She knew it. When Nozomi touched her she felt something. She couldn't understand it, but Nozomi was not ok. It was because of her . She made her feel what she was feeling. She overwhelmed her. She didn't mean to. She didn't want Nozomi to feel what she felt. She didn't want those she cared about to feel this way. She hid her hands in her pockets and stared at the ground. Was this her quirk? Could she make others feel what she felt? Is that what she did to the boys? She didn't care about them. They  deserved it. Nozomi did not. 

"Kuriko"

It was Natsumi this time. She stepped away from her when she tried  to touch her. She didn't want her to go through the same thing. The woman furrowed her brows in worry as she crouched down in front of the frightened Kuriko. 

"It's alright, give me your hand"

Kuriko shook her hand no and fisted them in her pockets. She didn't know if it would happen again and would rather not find out. Natsumi eyed her. Her look gentle as she carefully pulled her hands out of her pockets. She read the fear and regret in those blue eyes. She understood that the child was hurt. She was blaming  herself for overwhelmed Nozomi. She needed to see if that's what really happened. Can she really share emotions trough touch?  She took the child's hand  in her own. She gasped when her emotions washed over her. It was intense. She closed her eyes tightly and let go of her. It was hard to cope with. The emotions were just at war in her head. Screaming at her. Making her feel so much. 

Hands were on her cheeks and calm washed over her. She took in a sharp breath and opened her eyes again. She met tearful blue ones. She shares emotion through simple touch. 

"Kuriko, don't cry. It's not your fault . Don't blame yourself " she tried  to convince her but she was not believing those words. 

She hid her hands in her pockets again. She wouldn't touch them. She would not put them through her negative emotions. Not again. She didn't want them to feel that. To go through that. Not them. They were kind to her. They didn't  deserve that. She wouldn't inflict that on them. 

Noriko made sure her sister was alright before running up the stairs to her room. She knew what Kuriko needed. Contact was what caused the emotions to make themselves present. She understood somewhat what she was going through. She needed gloves. When she was younger she could not control part of her quirk. She can calm anyone with a touch. Making someone experience something against their will was frowned upon. She learned control, but before that she wore gloves. She should still have them. She rummaged through her dresser in search of them. Once found she made her way down the stairs again. 

"Kuriko, put these on" she said softly as she offered the child the white gloves. The child stared at them, most likely questioning their ability to help. Sloltwu she pulled one hand out her pocket and retrieved the offered gloves. She pulled them both over her hands. It was an odd feeling. She never wore gloves. "Give me your hands" 

She hesitated but she let Noriko take her hand in her own. Nothing happened. She was alright  

"See, nothing. It's alright"

Kuriko stared down at her gloved hands. She let our a soundless sigh. She wasn't relieved however. She couldn't be. She still did something she did not want to do.

She felt arms around her and did not resist the hug she was pulled into. It was Nozomi. She smelled of Vanilla. She was warm and comforting. Kuriko was gripping onto her shirt and had her face buried in her sizable chest. She was fighting back tears. She wanted to apologize for what she had done. She didn't mean to, but she felt so guilty. 

"I think she's asleep " Natsumi pointed out once she noted Kuriko's calmed breathing. 

Nozomi hummed as she adjusted Kuriko's position in her arms. She was asleep. She had a pained expression on her face. Nozomi sighed and brushed her hair out of her face. 

"She's an interesting kid" Natsumi said as she watched her sister place the child on the sofa. "Those emotions of hers don't mix well and if she continues to harbor them it will not end well"

"I know" Nozomi sighed and collapsed into the very same sofa. "I know. She's starting to disregard life. She's questioning it all. She doesn't care anymore"

"She cares about you " Noriko pointed out. "She cares about us because you care about us. She wants you  to be happy, doesn't she? "

Nozomi smiled a bit at that. "Yes, it's sweet. But that's about  it. She doesn't care about anyone else. Just me and those I care about. It's not a very good mindset"

"And her quirk" Noriko looked to her sibling in question. 

Natsumi had a look. "Unknown "

"What do you  mean unknown? "

"I got no information  on it. In fact I can't gather any information on the kid herself. Nothing. Nada. Blank sheet" Natsumi made gestures with her hands. "I can't get a read on her. Not even the simple things like her name. "

"But that's your quirk. You can gather info on anyone you look at, how is it not working? "

Natsumi shrugged. "I can't gather anything on her no matter how long I look at her"

"That's odd"

"You think? "Natsumi joined her sister on the sofa. To think that she couldn't  gather info on the child. It's been a long time since she's last been clueless about a person. Gathering info is something she's used to. It helps her out majorly with her job. It's why she's the head of Legal rights. To think there was someone she knew nothing about. 

"She seems to be an empath of sorts. She projects her emotions onto other. Maybe she senses emotions as wel" Noriko theorized." That could be her quirk"

"There's more to it than that" Nozomi said. "The incident I told you about. The boys said there was darkness coming off her. They called her a villain"

"Little bastards. Need me to file a law suit" Natsumi asked with a dark grin. "I'll take them for everything they  have"

"I'm starting to thinking lawyers are sadistic creatures" Noriko said with a blank look. Her sister had her moments. 

"I suppose I'll just have to be patient with Kuriko"

"Pull  her out of school"

"Already did. "

"I meant entirely. Homeschool her"

"I already thought of that, but I don't know if leaving her at home with tutors is any better. I've learned not to trust anyone when it comes to Kuriko. I always think they'll make sure nothing happens to her, but of course something  always happens. "

"Tricky situation "

~~~~~~~
Two years later. 

Kuriko adjusted the black glove that adorned her hand. She was seated under a tree, watching the others play on the play ground. She had a book under her. She sighed and looked away from the happy elementary kids. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her  nose and slid her hair behind her ear. The book she was reading was an interesting one. She had stumbled upon some new info some days ago. Info that made her curious. Info that brought her to  a certain book. She was looking for something. She's always looking for something. 

Some days ago she was reading a book on quirk evolution and a name was mentioned. She immediately looked it up on her computer, trying to find what the person was about. She found multiple sets of info, but they were biased and short. No full explanation. No backstory. She spent a few minutes on her computer until she found the information she was in search of. 

Chikara Yotsubashi, also known as Destro, was an infamous villain and the grand commander and founder of the Meta Liberation Army.

Chikara was born to an unnamed mother. As he grew up, he was treated with disdain by his peers because of his Quirk, which left his mother distraught at being rejected. At some point, his mother was murdered because of her support of her son's uniqueness and her death became a stepping stone for his future.With the proliferation of Quirks, the government began to regulate their use. Chikara was against this control system, believing that free use of Quirks is a basic human right. To fight for that ideal, he founded the Meta Liberation Army and adopted the name Destro, promising to be the man who would "destroy the Status Quo". He and his organization spent years opposing the country that advanced in establishing superhuman laws. At the end of his campaign, he was defeated, the Meta Liberation Army disbanded, and the majority of the members captured. During the years in which he was in prison, he wrote a biographical book exposing his ideals. After completing his writing, Chikara committed suicide. 

She downloaded the information just in case. 

Chikara was somewhat like her. Treated badly because of his difference. His mother was killed because she supported him? The cruelty of human beings. 

His strive to drown regulations against quirk holders is questionable. She saw what he was trying to do and it was appealing. But with no regulations there would be chaos. 

During the time he was in prison, Destro took the opportunity to write "Meta Liberation War". In this work, Destro exposes his idea of fighting against the government's control over Quirks, believing that the free use of these is a basic human right. After completing his writing, Destro committed suicide.

She had that very book before her. "Meta Liberation War". It took her some time to get hold of this book. Nozomi was hesitant, but she managed to convince her. She wanted a look into Chikara's head.  She wanted to know more about his ideals. His goals. She wanted to know of his plans. 

The book was perfect for such a thing. It was the one thing she was focused on since the day she got it. She was introduced to many new things. She had more to think about. More ideas.

She adjusted her glasses again. 

Chikara had an interesting way of seeing the world. He was against the rules of quirk regulation. He found that quirk users should be free. Not a bad ideal, but Kuriko could picture the chaos that would most likely arise. Then again , it could also be better. There were pros and cons to his plan. Everyday she added to each side, awaiting patiently to see which would outweigh the other. 

Something bumped against her foot and she looked up from her book. It was the ball her fellow six year olds were playing with. They were all watching the ball at her foot. They made no move to retrieve it. They knew better than to get close to her. They remember vividly what had happened to the third grader that bullied her. It didn't end well. They knew to stay away from her. They didn't want anything to do with her. 

She eyed the ball at her foot. Her eyes revealed no emotions. She wasn't treated as she was two years ago. She still gets the bad words, but no one dares touch her. Not  after what she had accidently done to the older boy. He ended up in the hospital. She got in trouble. She had to apologize but she didn't mean it. That apologizy was nothing. She wasn't sorry. For once she was not the one in the hospital. 

She pushed the ball back with her foot, watching it roll back towards the others. She didn't watch to see if they took it or not. She went back to her book. She had better things to do. More important things. All they did was play and idle. Unaware of what they'll walk into when the time comes. It would be a rude awakening. 

Power is everything in this world. Something she came to realize and the thing she will remember. Without power you are nothing. 

She will have power. 

The rolls will be reversed. 

~~~~~~~~~

Nemuri had her hands on the wheel as she eyed the building she had parked in front of. It was impressive for an elementary. It's a private school, so it was understandable. She leaned on her armrest as she awaited the little Kuriko. She was tasked with picking her up because she was free while Nozomi had something to take care of at work. Which also mean that she would be watching her for a short period. She didn't mind. Kuriko seemed to trust her now. She could understand her better. The six year old liked ice cream more than she would let on. After taking her out for ice cream multiple times Nemuri learned that she took a liking to vanilla. She actually liked the treat with toasted marsh mellows. 

She spotted a head of curly black hair heading her way. Kuriko was dressed as she usually did. Long sleeved deep blue hoodie and black long pants. She was gripping onto the straps of her backpack as she trudged her way towards the car. She had her head down as per usual. She always had the air of depression around her. It never really went away. 

The door to the passenger seat was pulled open and Kuriko climbed in. She was quick to shut the door and strap on her seatbelt. She let her backpack drop to the floor and pulled open her book. 

"Good day to you as well" Nemuri sighed and started the car. 

Kuriko looked up at her. She was staring until Nemuri looked at her. It was hard to ignore her stare. Her icey stare was so cold one could actually feel a chill the longer those eyes remained on them. She made a couple of signs and Nemuri smiled. She reffuled already messy hair in response. 

Kuriko did nothing and returned to her book. 

"Want to head out for some ice cream? "

Kuriko nodded without taking her eyes off her book. She adjusted her glasses again. 

Nemuri only smiled. She found those glasses adorable. They were round and seemed a bit big for her small face. They were lacking frames. The bridge and hinges were the black of her hair. Her blue eyes were more noticeable  because of them. 

"Vanilla with toasted mellows? "

Kuriko again nodded, this time around she was messing with the black glove on her right hand. She had to keep them on to prevent her from affecting anyone's emotions. 

Nemuri spared one last glance at her before focusing on the road. Kuriko was a delicate child and it was hard to tell what was going on in that head. 

Welp, ice cream always brightened her up even if it's just a little bit

Why were they so cruel ? Why did they have to treat her differently just because she was different? It wasn't her fault. She didn't choose to be this way. She didn't choose to be different. It wasn't her choice. So why? Why was she being treated as if she brought this on herself? Why was she treated as if she did something wrong? She never hurt anyone. She never did any wrong. 

So why? 

Simple. She came to realize that the word was a cruel place no matter how much they tried to disguise it. 

If the world didn't care about her, why should she care about the world? 

No mater what she did, no one would hear her anyway. 

She was voiceless

~~~~~~~~~

Ok people. So I tried to post this on royalroad, but apparently they don't believe I'm the true author despite me literally saying that I have this here with the same profile name and pick. 

So I just need to write it down here or something. 

So I will be posting this story on Royalroad. com

"Thank you for telling us Annabelle." John said quietly. "If you want some time to yourself feel free to go anywhere on the property just stay within the posts."

"Thank you." 

"Lewis will call you for lunch, John has to go settle the paperwork and I have to talk to the clan council. But, if you ever want to talk, I'm here." Shelly said, still in tears.

Annabelle smiled softly at the woman before getting up and walking out the door.


After a few minutes Shelly looked at her husband. "Is there anyway?"

Shaking his head slowly John sighed in defeat. "I wish there were Shelly, but I can't. The amount of energy required to do that would kill me. I might be able to look for her brothers, but I wouldn't be able to send her anywhere, and I don't want to get her hopes up."

"But you could search?"

"I can try. I can't promise you I'll be successful love."

"All I ask is that you try John." Shelly stood up and kissed her husband on the cheek before picking up her purse and wiping her eyes. "Well we'd better get busy. Good luck with Angel honey."

John laughed. "Good luck to you too love. Remember to call Jeb if you need help." He pulled her in for a kiss before following her to the front and grabbing his briefcase. 

Calling over his shoulder. "Lewis, your mother and I are leaving to deal with paperwork regarding Annabelle, please take care of the house and make sure Annabelle stays safe!"

"Sure dad!" Lewis called back from his room, not looking up from his homework.


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It took John two hour by car to arrive at Angel's office. He was a little frustrated considering the fact that if he had been able to fly, without worrying about humans seeing him, he'd have been able to get there much sooner.

Knocking on the door he called out "Angel, it's John. Can I come in?"

"Come in John." An unpleasant voice that sounded like sandpaper came from inside.

Entering he came into view of the beautiful woman in charge of helping his kind get human papers. "Thanks for seeing me on such short notice Angel."

"No problem John, you brought the pictures?" Her voice grated as she spoke. As always it seemed painful.

"Yes, if you can make it seem like she's been our child since the beginning that would be best. Since with adoptions the government gets a bit too involved for my liking."

"Of course. It's going to cost extra though."

"No problem." He watched the woman thoughtfully. It was interesting how a cursed human was okay with helping the supernatural community. Granted she was being given protection for her services. However, for what she really wanted. There was no cure.

"Have you spoken to the elders about trying to lift this curse?"

"Yes, they said the same thing as last time. Unless you want to die immediately, there is no way reverse the curse."

"Hmm, sometimes I wonder what they would do if I said yes." The vixen laughed wretchedly. "If it weren't for that d*mned man none of this would've happened."

John kept a straight face. Barely. 

"Here." She said as she thrust the documents at him. "I just tweaked them a bit, now get out. Make sure to deposit the whole amount before the end of today."

"Of course, Angel." He replied leaving as quickly as he could without seeming rude. Last time he hadn't left in time and the woman had thrown a vase at him.

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Shelly had gotten to the council in less than a quarter of the time it took John to get to Angel. However, she still hadn't been able to speak to the council about their new daughter.

The elders of the clan were still talking about how their needed to be more laws concerning human and supernatural interactions, because of a young dragon that had accidentally revealed himself to humans he considered friends.

Shelly was trying not to roll her eyes at the old dragons before her. They were trying to pass clan laws that would prohibit any immature dragons from being around humans.

"If we pass this law, we will have to make a school that was equivalent to the human schools and make it so that only supernaturals could attend." Shelly personally didn't have time to homeschool, which was what the elders were propositioning. 

"Why supernaturals, it could just be for us dragons. Why invite trouble by letting other species attend." An elder she didn't know very well spoke up.

"Because, if we invite other species then we'll have a larger teaching base to pull from. A school might be a good idea, we can slip in classes on how to interact with humans and each other. That way some of the supernaturals that can't transform will have a school in which they can be social."

"School isn't a place to make friends Mrs. Caperd, the only reason we send our children is because they need to learn how to deal with humans. Building a school specifically for supernaturals will defeat that purpose." Another nameless face. Shelly was beginning to think she needed to call Jeb, if only so he could tell her who was who.

"Which would be why we teach them that in classes and possibly have field trips with someone supervising their interactions with humans during the school trips. It would be easier if we just let them continue going to human schools. Pulling them all out because one child had an accident is overreacting in my opinion."

"We wouldn't pull them all out. Just those that have issues maintaining their transformations." The old man who was the start of this debate spoke up. Realizing that what he wanted wasn't going to happen, so it would be better if he narrowed his goal.

Shelly struggled to keep a straight face. Hoping that her husband would be done with Angel soon, because she didn't want to bother Jeb.

“What do you mean it’s year *****?! I just took a nap, how could fifty-thousand years pass!” 
Fifty-thousand years ago Earth was evacuated, having slept though everything Annabelle must catch up to the times, find her lost brothers, and take revenge for her planet.

Changying and Junjie knew each other since she was seven and he was eight. They were living in the same block but the Wu's move to a new area. After she was bullied when she was eight, her parents had her to homeschool. Meanwhile her brother didn't get homeschool.

Her brother had a normal life. She also had a depression but it wasn't severe. She wanted to have friends which are real not imaginary. Her parents felt devastated when they saw Changying's depression getting horrible. After  she sat an online school exam, she was accepted to go to public highschool.She is a transfer student. She enrolled in the school in the mid semester.

She was happy.She had the same school as her brother, Junjie and Bolin.Now let the story begin...

Writer: Cringe warning

The first day of highschool, was great for her.
Zhongqing walked with her to her classroom."Brother, it's fine. I can take care of myself  now"

Zhongqing nodded and rubbed her head. He went to his class with a heavy heart. He was scared his sister was being bullied.Then he corrected himself."No way she could be bullied.She can speak more than one language.So she could thrash them easier.Then, she have the biggest gang leader in the school as her brother."Zhongqing mumbled himself.

"Come in, Miss Wu." Chen Chunhua.(Yes I googled it). Changying knocked on the door before she entered." Since she is new here please guide her. Miss Wu, you can introduce yourself."Changying nodded.

"My name is Wu Changying.I was homeschooled ever since.I can speak more than one language. My hobby is reading."Changying said then she bowed to her class. The male classmates seem to like her.<(￣︶￣)>typical love story. Ik ik!

After a few classes, it was lunch.Ella and Abigail went to Changying's table.

Quick biography.

Ella Huang and Abigail Huang. Twins that are not identical. Their mother is British while their father is Chinese. Ella is more edgy and tomboy. Meanwhile Abigail, is more girly and cute.

Return to the story bishes..

Ella asked Changying" Do you want to sit with us?". Changying shooked her head and write something on a paper."It's fine but can you lead me to class 4-A?"

"Why do you want to go there? Do you have a secret lover there?"Abigail said. Changying shooked her and write something again" I need to meet someone"

The twins nodded and lead her to class 4-A. They waited a metres away from the class.The class was famous of Zhongqing's gang. They had so much trouble since they enrolled here. Although they are gangster, but they manage to stay in class A. They were quite suspicious. The teachers also was wondering how did they score that easily every year

Changying knocked the door while holding a lunch box."Brother?"Changying said.Her voice sounded sweet and angelic. The senior in the class was shocked to see someone calling their classmates Brother." Is she here? Lil sis!"Zhongqing shouted while running towards her."Brother, mother told me to give you this."Changying added.The twins were extremely shocked too.

Zhongqing rubbed her head"Nah I don't eat them. You eat them. Did anyone bullied you yet?I can't wait to beat them up!"Zhongqing said to her

Changying started to mumbled "Je vais m'en plaindre à maman!".She complain in another language if she got mad."Non, non." Zhongqing said.He sighed and took the lunch box from her hands. He carefully placed her head in his chest."Take care of yourself, okay.No boyfriends. I know your beautiful and nice and all.But you still my sister."He whispered to her.

Writer: Je vais m'en plaindre à maman means I'll tell mom about it. While non non, no no. Sometimes I googled it or I just look in my book. Yes I learn French , Japanese



Changying nodded and let go his arms.She waves at him.Then, she went to her class.Ella and Abigail were shocked. They were the only who knew about their relationship except Zhongqing's classmates. Then, they have English class.

Mr. Bojing , whom their English teacher is quite a bit of enthusiastic." So I heard your class got a new student, stand up and introduce yourself!" He said with excitement.

Changying stood up and introduce herself. They started the class and ended it early today.

Her first day was great and all." Okay, class. Let's call it a day!"Mr.Bojing said. The students packed their stuff. After all the students left the classroom, Ella and Abigail decided to wait for Changying to pack.

After Changying packed her stuffs, she went to the main gate."It's okay, you guys can go back first. I'll be fine." Changying advised them

Ella and Abigail went home leaving Changying alone at the gate. Changying was waiting for her brother while reading a book.

Out of the blue, Zhongqing took her book."Pourquoi as-tu fait ça pour!"Changying said. Zhongqing laughed at her mad face."You look so cute when your mad.  So what happen at school today?"Zhongqing asked her.

Meaning: Pourquoi as-tu fait ça pour. It's like why did you do that for.

"Well I met this handsome guy and he's really sweet!" Changying said slyly. Zhongqing lifted one of his eyebrows."Didn't I told you, no boyfriends?"Zhongqing asked her again.

"I didn't finish yet. It's my awesome brother!"Changying shouted softly. Zhongqing nodded with agreement.

They went home....

Li Junjie was wedded to his beautiful wife named Wu Changying.They had a stable marriage which lasted for 5 years. Until,Changying's stepmother who despise Li Junjie(for some stupid reasons) wanted them to have a divorce. Changying's stepmother sent blackmail about the Li Cooperation and a picture of Changying cheating on him(typical drama).Zhuang Qiaolan(stepmother real name)also mention that she would hurt his wife if he didn't left her.His choice was a stab to Changying's heart.

"IT IS SOOOOO COLD"

That was currently the only thought in the self-proclaimed music genius, Eric Sullivan's, head right now. He was tall, about 6 feet, but he wasn't the healthiest looking guy on the block. A black hoodie with vibrant blue stripes covered his thin, almost malnourished looking body. This was a guy that Grandmothers would love to invite to their homes to stuff like a thanksgiving turkey. Eric's body wasn't thin because he didn't eat, it was thin because of a rare condition by which his body would simply not be able to form more than a centimeter of fat beneath his tanned skin. Most, especially teenage girls, would see this condition as a blessing but to Eric it was nothing but a nuisance. He was extremely cold in this annoying winter storm that was disgracing his presence at the small town of Cary. Cary was in Raleigh in USA, fairly close to the tropics, it was rare to see temperature drop below 50 degrees but this winter was different. The scientists were screaming their lungs off at UNICEF and EPA meetings currently being held to discuss the previously deemed impossible event but Eric was only bothered about the long walk of 20 seconds to his home from his car parked directly in front of the entrance to his apartment complex.

In his defense, it REALLY was cold. Almost 20 inches of snow carried by 30 mph winds and the sun-blotting cloud covers that protected the toasty temperature of -10 degrees below them. This was the storm that faced Eric's most insulting look of disdain. However, no matter how much Eric scowled at the storm, the wintry weather held strong so he had no choice but to trek through the snow and fight the winds to the door behind which lay the heated comforting paradise posed to him by his favorite pass-time of "Staying indoors". Was Eric an introvert? Yes. Was he unsatisfied with his life as an introvert? No. In fact you could even say that he was almost proud of his ability to stay inside for unknown amounts of time and venture into the outside world only to procure the bare minimum required for survival. He had never truly had friends, nor love interests though he had spent quite some time ogling at pictures of Taylor Swift for "research" purposes. His parents had abandoned him at the doorstep of a Catholic Church and he had grown up shackled by the various rules and regulations that the nuns imposed on him. At 15 he ran away and struck out his own in the world. He had done quite well in school and by faking his age he managed to recieve a paid internship at a renowned robotics company. Using his salary and company benefits, he managed to secretly homeschool himself and pass through highschool to join University. He built his entire life with his own hand but because of working so hard all the time he seems to have lost his social abilities.

Eric had managed to gain a well-paying job that only required him to have a few 10 minute chats with other colleagues over the phone every now and then, meaning he could truly pursue his dream of being an introvert through and through. Well, to be fair that wasn't really his dream. His dream was to own a DJ set in his home so he could play the "freshest of beats" while "headbanging" to the "wub wub" sounds of the dubstep music he so loved. Personally I, as a narrator, have no clue as to what is so alluring in this ear damaging coalition of fart noises but who cares about my opinion? Anyway, Eric could spend hours on end with the stereo on the highest possible volume it could muster, jumping on his bed and screaming gibberish which, if meditated on and observed thoroughly, would seem to be some sort of verse or lyric to the music blaring in the room.

After such a session of incomprehensible dancing and screaming that Eric finally fell asleep. Now that the music had stopped, the room seemed extremely peaceful. Perhaps this was because of the chaos that had previously ensued. Eric had no worries in this world, little did he know that this world would soon be out of his reach. he wasn't the most religious person, he would visit church on Christmas and things, perhaps other times, having been brought up in a church, if his conscience insisted but he certainly didn't do that to protect himself from demons or ghost or magical witches. He was mostly a man of reason and logic. If you can't sense it then it doesn't exist - that was his motto. Well, his logic and his reasoning was to be completely disregarded by fate very soon and hopefully he might be taught a lesson ON HOW TO RESPECT HIS NARRATOR.....ahem...excuse me, I seem to have lost my temper for a moment. My ears do ache after having to observe him every moment of his life which unfortunately for me was filled with the deafening explosions this man deemed music. Oh well, onward with the story!

He awoke the very next morning, something seemed off. Oh yes it was his stereo...it was off. He sighed as he was tempted to let it play but he had been warned not to do so in the morning as his neighbors, bless their ears, would complain. Yesterday and today were a couple of the rare occasions during which he had to journey into the outside world. Today was a meeting at his company, one that he couldn't afford to miss. He quickly threw a frozen burrito in the oven making for a heavy breakfast and trifled through his wardrobe for an acceptable outfit. Formal tuxedo with black pants and squared shoes. He thanked his smarts for remembering to get the tux dry-cleaned and ironed a few months back. After ungracefully jumping into his clothes and smoothing out the wrinkles, he wolfed down the burrito, grabbed his keys and prepared himself mentally and emotionally for the hours that he was forced to spend outside. He stood near the front door and looked back one last time to make sure he hadn't left the microwave on. He would have probably looked for longer and appreciated his possessions and the privileges he had if he knew that he would never be seeing them again but of course, he isn't a narrator like me. He can't tell the future like I can so he didn't glance at anything else and firmly grasped the handle. 'Its only a few hours outside anyway' he thought.

"Help! Sky Heelp!"
 
*Huh--?! ugh.. not that dream again.."
I quickly stod up from my bed and moved slowly to the bathroom.
It was exactly 10 years ago from today when i got adopted. I got adopted into a family with 2 sisters and a Lady called Maria Jackson. They are all also from the UK, but instead we moved to Japan.
And Today it was exactly 10 years ago since i saw Robin..

I changed from my pyjamas to my school uniform. Today will be my first day in a public school. I've had homeschool since i moved to Japan, because i wasn't ready being in public schools yet. 
But still there was the fear left inside me that someday i will meet a mage just like me..
"Sky! Breakfast is ready, you'll get late!"
"I'll be right there!"  
My mom's name is Maria Johnson and my twin sister's names are Yuri & Yari Johnson. They look like a copy of eachother but they accepted me back then.. as their family.
Something i've never had until that day.
I rushed down stairs ate my breakfast and put on my shoes.
"Be careful, Sky!" 
"Yes, Thank you, I'm off!"
I closed the door behind me and started moving forwards. When i've been in my thoughts the whole way..
Nobody out there know's that i'm a mage. That i know how to handle Magic and How to handle a sword. Nobody Knows about me. 
Only the 9 remaining mages out there know about my spirtits..
Suddently i bumped into someone unknown.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" i almost screamed
It was a young man with Blue crystal eyes and Brown hair starring at me. He looked older than me, but suddently i've got a unwell feeling.
"Uh, it's nothing are you okay?"
"Y-Yes! I'm sorry! I'm in a hurry!" 
I picked all of my suplies and just ran, but.. 
"I'm the key you are searching for.."
"Huh?!"
I turned around and he was gone. Like he never was there.

What was that?!

Julio was a normal student... That's what he believed. One day He meets Aroux at his University and he had a strange feeling about him all along. However, they hang out one day as suddenly Aroux pushed Julio. Julio's history was way more different than he expected it to be. 
Follow Julio On his unexpected Adventure and find out the truth about "Julio"!
Genre: Supernatural, BL, Romance, Drama, Harem

-------------- Universe 1304 ------------------

         When the Spider eye realm was still young Rampy and Ignito formed a soul and its code name "Z". The main purpose for "Z" was to try and fuze humans and keepers into one species Zian was a product of that creation. When Zian was finished his power level was extremely high so the supressed his powers and he was born into a rich family so he didnt have to worry about any problems that could possibly trigger his extremely high power levels. As Zian growed up people around him began to notice his strange and odd behavior not anything like the average human and he was bullied at school. When Zian couldnt take it anymore some of his powers began to bleed out and when he got into a school fight he threw his classmate to the wall like a piece of balled up paper. 

         Zian was then homeschool by his mother Cystal and at this same time his father Kevin partly founded Bioseg in the City of Lewell and bought 3 islands out in the middle of the ocean. Kevin then started is research and funding on the creation of extinct animals and in 2012 he started construction on the islands and Zian helped come up with the name for the park. When Zian heard of the disappearence of his father his body went into shock and developed an unkown disease Zian would often report that  he would teleport to different realities he was called crazy often and was labeled mentally ill. Zian would often say he seen a man with a mask but when asked the name he couldnt answer. 

       Much was unkown about Zian as he grew older he became more distant from his family. His mother would always ask what was gone but he would be silent and just whisper  "its.....coming". Months later after finding out his father was dead a wormhole opened up in the sky and his mother realized what he meant. 

--------------- Present Day ---------------

As Zians normal life crumbles after his last 2 known family members are dead hes on a path for revenge through the universe gaining and loosing powers with his fate unkown to even him he comes across different kinds of people in the universe while hes on his path of revenge Zian takes up multiple forms and curuptions but is saved everytime until his last time is his last and hes stuck in a form that he cant escape from.

- Holds multiple Main Characters including Zian

SABRINA'S Pov
"SABRINA" sigaw ni Severina. Kakambal ko.
"Bakit ba? Kelangan talaga sumisigaw?"
"Tawag ka kasi ni mom at dad" tsk. panigurado may pagagawa nanaman sila sa akin.
"Bilisan mo bumaba ka na" Pahabol nya.
Tsk. Nagmamadali? May lakad? May laka--"Aray. Sh*t naman"
"Oh? Ano may nahuli ka naman bang isda? Ilan? HAHAHAHA" Makatawa wagas. Parang di nadapa nung bata.
"Hoy Sev wala kang nakita hah" Pinanlakihan ko sya ng mata.
Ang sakit ng paa ko. Feeling ko nabali buto ko parang 'di na ata ako makakalakad pag 'di na ako nakalakad pano ako sa kasal? ayoko maging lumpooooo. 'De joke matagal pa yon.
"HOY! SABRINA" Aray. ah. Sakit naman sa tenga ng kakambal kong 'to.
"BAT BA SIGAW KA NG SIGAW? HINDI NAMAN AKO BINGI. ARAW BA NG SIGAWAN NGAYON?"
"Hindi. Sorry naman. Hehe" Kahit kailan talaga tong si Sev.
"Mom, dad tawag nyo daw po ako?"
Ano ba yan kahit magulang ko sila natatakot ako sa kanila. Pag kasi kasama mo sila parang makakaramdam ka ng pagiging masunurin. Yung tipong lahat ng sasabihin nila gagawin mo kahit ayaw o gusto mo.
"Sabrina, Anak magpapasukan na may napili ka na bang paaralan na papasukan nyo ni Sev?" Akala ko naman kung ano eh school lang na-
"SCHOOL? KAMI NA PO MAMIMILI NG PAPASUKAN NAMIN?" Masayang tanong ko kina mommy.
Simula kasi nung nag-aral kami dito lang kami sa bahay. Homeschooled. Kaya ayan di masyadong expose sa outside world.
"Oo Sab, bilang panganay ikaw na lang pumili ng school na gusto nyo ni Sev." Dagdag ni daddy.
"Sige po mommy kakausapin ko na po si Sev tungkol dito" Lalakad na sana ako ng bigla ulit akong tinawag ni Daddy.
"Sab, malaki na kayo ni Sev ha. Alam nyo na dapat ang tama at mali. Binibigyan ko kayo ng kalayaan pero huwag nyong lubusin. Tatlong pagkakamali lang mag ho-homeschool ulit kayo"
"Opo daddy. Thank you po" sabay yakap ko sa kanila.
YES! Sa wakas hindi na kami makukulong dito sa bahay. Mararanasan na din namin gumala, magkaroon ng kaibigan at mag-cutting. 'Di joke lang bawal mag-cutting bad yon.

Kambal sila kaya magkasundong- magkasundo sila. Wala silang sikretong nililihim sa isa't-isa. Paano kaya kung kasal na ang isa sa kanila ng hindi nila nalalaman. At ang lalaking ikinasal sa isa sa kanila ay ang syang magpapa-kumplikado ng buhay nilang kambal.

One and half years has passed yet Aria hasn't told anyone nothing. One day, she was done with homeschool and thought it might be ok to just play on the laptop just a little bit. Deep down she knew she wasn't allowed to play, but the temptation was too unbearable. While she was watching a video, she discovered an app. Discord. She didn't think much about it, when she looked it up on the internet; it seemed like a gamers chat website. Aria made an account and joined a server. The server was a Star Wars Roleplay. To Aria, it was a dream come true. There was so many people to talk to online, and some of them seemed friendly. This was all she wanted, someone to talk to and it made her excited. Finally, no more lonely feelings, she was going to make friends and make sure to keep them this time. 
In the matter of two months, Aria made five friends. One of them was called Hannah, who happened to be 13 just like Aria and was also homeschooled. Howard, who was 14 years old and again...oddly homeschooled but attended public school once in a while. Hazel, 13 years old and very calm, yet intimidating when she wanted to be. Kreb was 14 and a complete oddball, yet was so fun to be around guy. And finally, Graf, a 15 year old boy that seemed serious..? He was a weeb for sure though. 
Aria was a fool however, she had fallen for Howard. What the fuck was this? Never....ever in her life did she think she would have an online crush. But he was so sweet and collected. He helped her through a lot...so why? Why the hell...did she feel this way?? She began wondering if one day she'd meet him in real life and maybe go off to live with him. Being the foolish teenager she was, she confessed to him and to her surprise..He also admitted that he liked her too. Things weren't exactly as they were suppose to go however. She would often get into trouble because she wasn't even suppose to be talking to them in the first place. She didn't know how she was going to be able to hide him from her "family".

Aria was adopted by her aunt at age 11, having no choice, she went to go live with her. However, Aria hates it there and wishes she had friends and a true family. But then, she meets someone, at least not in real life....but hey, who knows but the clouds right?

homeschool writing course

I took a creative writing course he are my assignments.

Why Did You Summon Me？

To Be Heard: A Mha Fan-Fic

A Nap Leads to the Future?!

Till We Encounter Ourselves Again

God Of Dubstep

[BL] Regrets

Book of Realms (Part 1)

Life Is So Complicated

Faith in the Clouds

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