A book written by two authors about the life of Fulnis and Valkah. Fulnis, a new recruit to the guild is forced to team up with Valkah, an old hand in the guild. Their first quest doesn't turn out as safe as first thought.

She settled into a faded armchair in an out of the way corner that had a decent view of the computer cubicles and pretended to read the top book in her pile. She could tell from the way several of the computer users had their belongings sprawled across the desk—one had even removed his shoes—that they would be in place for a long while. The most promising station was being used by a teenage girl with a stack of reference books and a harried expression. The girl didn't seem to be checking social media—she was actually writing down titles and authors generated by search engine. While she waited, Chris kept her head bent over her book, which she had nestled in the crook of her left arm. With the razor blade hidden in her right hand, she neatly sliced off the magnetic sensor taped to the spine and stuffed it into the crevice between the cushion and the arm of the chair. Feigning a lack of interest, she moved on to the next book in the pile.

Chris was ready, her denuded novels already Stowed away in her backpack, when the teenage girl left to go find another source. Without jumping up or looking like she'd rushed, Chris was in the chair before any of the other lingering hopefuls even realised their chance had passed.

Actually checking her email usually took about three minutes.

After that, she would have another four hours, if she wasn't driving evasively, to get back to her temporary home. Then of course the reassembly of her safeguards before she could finally sleep. Email day was always a long one.


Though there was no connection between her present life and this email account—no repeat IP address, no discussion of places or    names—as soon as she was done reading and, if the occasion called for it, answering her mail, she would be out of the door speeding out of town, putting as many miles between herself and this location as possible. Just in case.


' just in case ' had become Chris's unintentional mantra. She lived a life of over preparation, but as she often reminded herself, without that preparation she wouldn't be living a life at all.


It would be nice not to have to take these risks, but the money wasn't going to last forever. Usually she would find a menial job at some mom-and-pop place, preferably one with handwritten records, but that kind of job generated only enough money for the basics—food and rent. Never the more expensive things in her life, like fake ID's, laboratory apparatus, and the various chemical components she hoarded. So she maintained a light presence on the Internet, found her rare paying client here and there, and did everything she could to keep this work from bringing her to the attention of those who wanted her to stop existing.


The last two email days had been fruitless, so she was pleased to see a message waiting for her—pleased for the approximately two-tenths of a second it took her to process the return address.

' l.carston.463@dpt11a.net '

Just out there—his real email address, easily traceable directly to her former employers. As the hair rose on the back of her neck and the adrenaline surged through her body—Run, run, run, it seemed to be shouting inside her   veins—part of her was still able to gape in disbelief at the arrogance. She always underestimated how astonishingly, careless they could be.

The Chemist
Author: Stephenie Meyer
Note: this book is not my work at all. I am just publishing it because I really liked this book and want many people to read it.


_She used to work for the U.S government, but very few people ever knew that. An expert in her field, she was part of an agency so clandestine it doesn't even have a name. And when they decided she was a liability, they came for her without warning.

Now she rarely stays in the same place or uses the same name for long. Something she knows still poses a threat. They want her dead and soon.

When her former handler offers her a way out, she realises it's her only chance to erase the giant target on her back. But it means taking on one last job. To her horror, the information she acquires makes her situation more dangerous.

Preparing for the toughest fight of her life, she finds herself falling for a man who can only complicate her likelihood of survival. With her choices dwindling, she must apply her unique talents in ways she never dreamed of.

In this tautly plotted novel, Stephenie Meyer Meyer creates a fierce and fascinating new heroine with a very specialised skill set. And she shows once again why she's one of the world's best-selling authors.

CHAPTER 483

TEMPEST FERMENTS

 

Redstone pillars pierced the ground, over a hundred of them, crisscrossing over a winding road that led up a slight slope. Each was rectangular in shape, the signs of time's wear lighting their surfaces. There was a strange pattern to them, one that an untrained eye was unable to see -- but one that even the trained ones would have some difficulty with.

Lux and Ard, both clad in their respective colors -- silver and black-crimson -- were walking up the path, occasionally stopping and inspecting the pillars. They had rather flattened expressions, their brows occasionally scrounging up, though otherwise remaining straight.

The two were currently four or so miles into the Arid Expanse, a stretch of the burning desert with only a few break-ups of terrain -- such as this one. Though their job was to locate the headquarters of the Great Descent, rumored to be someplace in the Arid Expanse, it was also to map out all the landmarks so it would be easier to orient in the desert.

"... what do you think?" Lux asked, her voice strangely melodic. "Natural or manmade?"

"... hmm, hard to say," Ard mumbled, his voice rough and low. "Their texture and rate of erosion seem natural, but shape and positioning... not as much."

"Chart it, either way," Lux nodded, taking out a wide canvas and letting it float in front of her, scribbling the section near the border and indicating the distance with a flat line. "What should we name it?"

"Red Pillars."

"Haii, your sense of naming should really be improved..."

"Why?" Ard frowned. "They're pillar-like, and they are red. Hence, Red Pillars."

"... Red Pillars it is," Lux chuckled lightly, inscribing the name onto the canvas and putting it away. "That's the fourth one. I didn't expect the border regions to be as diverse."

"We should be more careful," Ard added. "Move less during the day."

"The world is too occupied at the moment to care about us," Lux rolled her eyes at her companion's paranoia. "We should hurry up instead. How's your status?"

"... still the same," Ard replied, sighing. "If I don't exert myself too much, I should be able to keep the Curse at bay for another hundred years or so."

"It's not a curse," Lux said. "Not really."

"Whatever it is, it's debilitating nonetheless. We can only hope Empyrean's research yields good results."

"It will," Lux said optimistically as the two began moving toward the exit. "His army is strained as it is, he knows it. Losing us would cripple him too much."

"... hm," Ard nodded, glancing toward the high-skies that were currently lit up in a stretch of colors, forming a Formation. "I can't believe he managed to actually kill the Devil. We may have underestimated him still, despite all."

"... let's get a move on," Lux said after pausing and glancing up at the sky as well. "Lots of ground to cover."

**

Ty was currently standing in a barely-lit room, four walls darkened in the shade, windowless. There was a pungent smell permeating the air, one that nearly caused his own innards to flip out. Strewn across the floor, fourteen corpses lay still, drowned in the massive pool of crimson blood. Fourteen reported rebels, all dead. Not killed -- all committed suicide by slitting their throats with ordinary knives. All belonging to the Eight of Descent.

There was a deep frown on Ty's face as he contemplated, eventually turning sideways to his companion, an elderly man, seeming in his forties, pale-faced as he had just stopped retching in the corner.

"It's impossible to confirm their movements following until today?"

"Yes, Lord," the elderly man replied, shaking still, refusing to look at the floor. "The moment we'd gotten your report to lock them up, we tried all we could to track them down -- but it was as though all traces of them vanished."

"..." Ty's frown deepened even further as the tried to make sense of the situation. Yet, no matter how he looked at it, it didn't make much sense.

If the cause was to rebel, why not at least stir up more problems instead of hiding and committing suicide? It was the last part that complicates everything -- they'd died without achieving anything worthwhile, at least as far as Ty could tell.

"Lock up the city," Ty said in the end. "Only allow trustworthy merchants to come and go. On my authority, continue recruiting Peacekeepers and posting them around various sights throughout the city. If anyone voices opposition, don't do anything before first letting me know."

"Y-yes, Lord!"

"You're free to go." the man bowed in gratitude and quickly left, ensuring he didn't step into the massive pool of blood polluting the floor.

Ty remained standing in the room, his eyes contemplative. Though he was tempted to contact Lucky, he decided against it; this was one of the few occasions where he was given an opportunity to prove himself, and he decided to at least try and take it. If things went awry too much, however, he wouldn't hesitate. They were at war, and incidents like these shouldn't be happening.

He left the room shortly after, stepping out into a wide-open wheat farm. The grains stretched for over two miles on the flat field, fenced off toward the edge in a curve. Glancing up above, the color of the sky formation bounced off his eyes, resplendent. He smiled, faintly, before vanishing into a puff of smoke, as though he was never there.

**

 A young, teen boy sat behind a hardwood desk, the top surface stacked with books and papers -- as was the rest of the room -- his expression somber, the light of the nearby gem embedded in the wall casting a strange shadow over his face. Cae read the old-looking tome with deep intensity, his focus seemingly unbreakable. Runic characters were strange, unlike any of the modern languages, to the point that it took even him several seconds per word to translate properly.

Mythian Folklore was a fascinating read, yet also eerily reminiscent of some historical records that Cae had uncovered while buried deep in the halls of the library. Though overtly exaggerated and embellished in most cases, the folk tales in the book quite often coincided with real historical events, retold in a metaphorical fashion.

It took the young boy nearly two hundred pages of thorough reading to connect the dots, the 'hallelujah' moment happening during the read of a simply named tale Spearmasters. It was a direct retelling of the famous Order of Spearknights, one of the most elite soldiers of the Skyhaven Dynasty, and their rise to fame and eventual downfall due to the corruption.

Once he realized the connections, he slowly began drawing from each tale he'd read in the book, trying to link it to a real historical event. Some still stumped him, but he managed to tie the most to one or another, causing him to frown. The book wasn't old, perhaps a relic of the last Era at the oldest, and it wasn't remarkably well written, but its accuracy was terrifying. Even the entire Library of the Empyrion lacked some information he'd found in the book, which effectively shouldn't be possible. Yet, it was.

The author was unknown, and Cae hadn't recognized the style of writing. However, as it was written in the Old Paehlis, the pool of authors couldn't have been that large. The language itself has been dead for a long, long time, though it nonetheless somehow managed to endure the test of time, being passed on either in some obscure village or through some authors who relished the language's poetic structure.

While fascinating, none of this would have truly startled Cae as the world was large and full of various wonders. What did startle him, however, were the few last tales in the book -- the first one, titleless, depicting the beginning of a 'bear lineage' -- the beginning of the entire species. It was certainly a metaphor, a massive one at that, though Cae was uncertain of what. The beginnings of the species were beyond distant past, of which no records survive. Just a conjecture? No, he immediately discarded the idea, shaking his head. It doesn't align...

The remaining four tales that stumped him were similar -- inception of one or another beast told in a very different fashion. There's more to it all, Cae was certain, yet without distinct points of reference, he would be guessing blindly.

"... I should show it to mom, or maybe brother," he mumbled lowly into his jaw, fixing his spectacles. "It's too precise to be a coincidence. Aah, I need to figure out who wrote the damn thing. Though writing is not good, the metaphors are expertly crafted. Perhaps limited knowledge of Paehlis? Ugh, that's going to expand the pool of potential authors considerably... aah, doesn't matter. I'll just hire a few assistants to sift through the least likely ones." after gathering his thoughts by speaking them aloud, he turned back to the first page and began reading again, hoping there might be a thread that connects all the tales that may show him the true reality of them all. Maybe.

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An orphaned boy with dreams of making it big through being a blacksmith is given a once in a lifetime chance to succeed when he's taken in by an odd pair - Eggor and Ella. While former teaches him the arts of craft, the latter teaches him the mysticism of cultivation, granting him two paths to tread in this life. 

He slowly makes his way up from being a nobody in the middle of nowhere to being someone who can change the fabric of the whole world!

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"Resigned?"
Ye Lingchen did not expect to get such an answer.
"Yeah," Song Qian continued, "Y-God, I'm sorry for how this turned out. I didn't expect the higher-ups in Huyu to be so vicious. You have saved Huyu from certain doom, yet in exchange, they treat you like this."
"They dare to act with such impunity is mostly because half of my Grave Robber's Chronicles copyright is with them right?" Ye Lingchen snickered.
"Indeed," Song Qian nodded. "They always thought that Grave Robber's Chronicles was your magnum opus. Although you share the copyright with the platform, the platform had the distribution to your work. That's why they did not care about you."
"Do you know what they are planning to do with Grave Robber's Chronicles?"
"They have already planned to file for IP[1], then using Grave Robber's Chronicle's IP to branch out from stream to games and movies." Song Qian naturally knew of some inner workings.
Although Grave Robber's Chronicles was authored by Y-God, he was banned by the platform. With that the platform could treat it as an asset, effectively getting rid of him while benefiting off him in a cruel and ruthless manner.
After a moment of silence, Ye Lingchen suddenly asked, "Apart from Huyu, what other platforms are there?"
"Some time ago, the streaming platforms went through some dark times. Many of the platforms have already folded. Those that survived until now are just a couple of bigger platforms. However, they are also close to folding." Song Qian could already guess where Ye Lingchen was headed. He then continued, "If you want to stand up to Huyu with these platforms, it's going to be very difficult."
Huyu pretty much had the monopoly of this sector. That was why it could act with such impunity.
After hesitating for a moment, Song Qian added, "After I left Huyu, I'm now working at Panda Streaming. However, their current situation is not looking good…"
Panda Streaming was a livestream platform that was founded one or two years ago. It was rather unfortunate as it was hit by the long winter of the world of streaming before it got its name out there. Failure in investments and lack of funding caused it to remain in a rut, at this point they are unable to even pay the salary of its hosts.
Song Qian had just only joined Panda Streaming recently. He knew full well what the situation was like within. "The entire platform has few hosts left. At this point, the platform is in huge debt and had difficulty operating on its own."
That was only a small streaming platform, unable to compare with Huyu.
"It's fine as long as it's a streaming platform." Ye Lingchen went silent for a while, then spoke, "How much would it cost if I were to purchase this platform?"
"P-p-purchase?"
Song Qian was shocked. Taking a deep breath he asked, "Y-God, you're not joking with me right?"
Although Panda Streaming was about to go under, it was still a platform after all. The wealth required to purchase it was no small sum.
"That's right," Ye Lingchen answered calmly. "Just let me know how much."
Ye Lingchen had finally understood the tyranny and cruelty of a streaming platform. Since Huyu Streaming struck the first blow, he had no intention of taking this quietly.
Grave Robber's Chronicles was his first creation. The dignity of a prodigy was on the line. This vengeance must be fulfilled! It had to be done viciously!
Instead of working for other streaming platforms, he might as well run his own. Getting rid of Huyu using his own streaming platform should feel great!
It was too much hassle to start a platform from scratch. He might as well save time and purchase one directly!
"At the moment Panda Streaming owes a debt of over RMB30,000,000. If you plan to purchase it, you must first clear its debts. I estimate that they will offer roughly about RMB40,000,000," Song Qian explained.
"RMB35,000,000!" Ye Lingchen made a direct offer. "You help me communicate with them. I'm only offering RMB35,000,000. This way their debts are cleared and would have RMB5,000,000 profit. There's no reason for them to reject the offer! If this deal goes through, you'll be the president of Panda[2]!"
Song Qian was suddenly hyperventilating. He was both shocked and excited at the same time!
'Y-God's a hidden rich kid! This is amazing!'
"Alright, I'll go talk to the higher-ups immediately!" Song Qian took a deep breath and rushed off excitedly to settle the issue.
Y-God had promised to let him be Panda's president! Add to it Y-God's fame and creations, he might bring Panda back from the brink of death! That would also bring him to the peak of his life!
He felt that he had successfully ridden on Y-God's coattail.
...
On the next day, Yuewen's headquarters was hectic after a meeting had just concluded.
Yogurt[3] was the top editor in Genesis that was responsible for the xianxia genre. 
"Sigh, this time the Twelve Heavenly Kings and Rookie Champion had nothing to do with me again." Yogurt shook his head with a bitter smile.
The xianxia genre was too unpopular with very few authors and readers when compared to urban and fantasy genres. They were too far apart.
Every year, Yuewen would pick the most popular author based on the popularity of their works. However, none of them in the past few years fell under Yogurt's supervision.
"You're still better off than me okay? I'm in the f*cking history genre. This is just too unfair!" Another person interjected. That person was Sunny Day[4], in charge of the history genre.
The history genre was even worse than xianxia. They might not even receive any books on any given day.
Both of them sighed, blaming their lives while connecting over their similar situation.
While chatting, Yogurt opened his inbox. As expected, there were only a few xianxia titles that submitted a draft.
"What the f*ck is this writing? Nothing makes sense!"
"OMG, another long-winded story."
"Hm, this is a little better."
Yogurt was flipping through each title quickly. Sunny Day joined Yogurt in dissing the submissions as he was too free.
Eh?
Celestial Bane?
Yogurt was caught by surprise. 'This name is something!'
Following that was the synopsis: The world began without celestial beings. However, since ancient times, humans witnessed the world around them being filled with unexplained incidents. Flashing thunders, raging storms…
'This synopsis...it's not bad too!'
Then came the content: Prologue, chapter one, chapter two, chapter three.
Yogurt and Sunny Day stared at the computer unblinkingly with neither of them talking.
As they went through page by page, they were pulled into the book, as though they were immersed in the world of Celestial Bane. At that time, they felt as though they had turned into Zhang Xiaofan[5], experiencing this unique world of xianxia.
"WTF! That's it? So short?!" Yogurt scrolled to the last page, feeling unsatisfied, yearning to read contents to come.
"That's right, why did he just submit such a short piece?" Sunny Day too was feeling unfulfilled.
However, when they checked the word count, both of them were dumbfounded. It had over 15,000 words! They then checked the time and realized they spent almost 15 minutes reading this!
Both of them exchanged glances, the time passed felt like nothing!
Celestial Bane was truly exciting. It did not contain any unnecessary words at all. Everything joined smoothly and was highly immersive.
"F*ck! Yogurt, you've hit the jackpot!" Sunny Day's eyes went red, filled with jealousy!
They, of course, could appraise the potential of a novel with a simple glance. Although Celestial Bane had barely started, it gave them a feeling of freshness. It had the potential to be a hit!
The xianxia genre was going to reach new heights!
'Why did such a talented author not come to the historical genre? Sob sob sob, I'm so jealous!'
"Cough cough, keep it down." Yogurt grinned so wide that his lips almost reached the base of his ears. He was afraid that other editors might steal this from him. He quickly hogged the novel to himself and sent a message to Ye Lingchen.
After an entire day of class, Ye Lingchen went home and logged onto the author's corner.
On the top right corner, a message notification lit up. It was from the xianxia genre's editor, notifying him that Celestial Bane had met the requirements.
The editor's name was Yogurt.
Beep beep beep!
Just as he added Yogurt to QQ[6] messenger, he immediately received a message from Yogurt.
"Erm...I am Y, your name…" Yogurt was having a difficult time dealing with the name.
After all, the great name of Y was very well known.
Ye Lingchen sent a 'tears of joy' emoji over to Yogurt.
"I've read through all your chapters. Very well done! Styling is amazing. If you keep this up, you're sure to be a hit! All the best!" Yogurt said passionately.
"Thank you editor Yogurt," Ye Lingchen replied.
"I'll start by adding you to Genesis' contracted authors' group first. If you have anything you don't understand, you can ask anyone in the group or ask me directly." Yogurt immediately sent the group invitation link after the message.
Beep beep beep!
Very quickly, the group chat turned active.
[Traceless Stream: Welcome new friend. Your name is quite something!]
[God of Twilight: Newcomer to the group! You either share your picture or you give out red packets! Otherwise, you'll be kicked! Thank you.]
[Monocolored Wind: Hot damn, that name! I almost thought Y joined our group. That got me excited!]

[Rugao Under The Bridge[7]: Someone personally invited by the editor. It seems we have a bigshot here.]
…
The name 'I am Y' was on the brunt of everyone's jokes, mostly due to it being too eye-catching!
With so many big shots chatting, Ye Lingchen, as a newcomer could not just remain hidden. [Newcomer reporting in. My new novel is Celestial Bane. Please take care of me.]
Rugao Under The Bridge, [Celestial Bane, not a bad name. Xianxia genre? Let me have a look.]
Ten minutes later…
Rugao Under The Bridge, [F*ck! Celestial Bane is awesome! This novel will definitely be a hit! More chapters please!]
Traceless Stream, [Is that true? Let me have a look too.]
Monocolored Wind, [If Under The Bridge-kun says so, then it will surely be a hit!]
The huge wave of authors immediately got excited and started observing out of curiosity.
The next moment, the entire group chap went berserk!
[The writing style...amazing!]
[OMG! Is this the rise of the xianxia genre? This is the work of gods!]
[Is I am Y here? I'm begging for chapters. What happened to Zhang Xiaofan?]
[Is this written by a new author? Spill the beans. Which big shot is this hiding behind that secondary account?]
…
Rugao Under The Bridge's reaction was even more unbelievable. He immediately sent a picture of someone hugging onto a thigh, crying pitifully. [Big bro, I'm so poor that I have to eat dirt. Can we exchange shoutouts? My novel is Claim A Mountain, Be A King. Please give me a boost...]
—
[1] IP (Intellectual Property) Intangible property that is the result of creativity, such as patents, copyrights, etc
[2] Panda here refers to Panda Streaming. The author sometimes shortens it to just Panda. For future references, all mentions of Panda (the company) will be capitalized.
[3] 奶酪 (Yogurt, like literally!) - Yes, that's the name provided in raw.
[4] 晴天 (Sunny day, clear skies, good weather, whatever you wanna call it.) - Dear readers, are you noticing a trend in names here? Remember Potato, Maniac Chu, Leopard, and the likes?
[5] 张小凡 (Zhang Xiaofan) - The main character in (诛仙) Celestial Bane. This is the first time this name is mentioned without any context. We had to do a little search on the actual (诛仙) Zhu Xian novel to find the reference for this character. We believe the author left out the explanation as the novel is rather famous in China and most Chinese readers would get the reference. Although this title is fictional, such a book does exist in Chinese literature. It was also adopted into games and TV shows under the names of (Jade Dynasty, Noble Aspirations, The Attack of Heaven, etc).
[6] QQ messenger is a Chinese equivalent of messaging services such as yahoo, msn, facebook messenger, and the likes.
[7] FYI, take note of this novel's author's name =)


Ye Lingchen was a regular high schooler who struggled with exams and expectations from his parents.
All that changed after he woke up from a strange dream and discovered that he had been granted the 'Prodigy System'. His life changed from this point on. Reading a book allowed him to learn its content immediately. Listening to lectures granted instant understanding of the lesson. Observation of a technique imprinted knowledge of the technique used.
Learning had never been so easy, and as the saying goes, knowledge is power. In this case, he now had access to a ton of unbridled power. 
What does it feel like to become a 'prodigy' overnight? Follow Ye Lingchen on this journey to discover the limitless possibilities...

Prologue: The Story behind Eranoth's Lore-books.

Eranoth stared at the blank pages of his outdated version of Microsoft word. "Growing up, I studied a large assortment of really random stuff in depth. How do I make this useful?" He asked his elder sister, RedPandaChick. 
"I don't have an answer for you, however, I am using my knowledge in writing. Using actual knowledge and applying it to my stories is great!" She replied.
"I'm doing that, but it doesn't seem like enough." Eranoth thought for a bit. My research has almost no real life application though… "Wait! I have an idea!"
RedPandaChick looked up. "Oh?"
"I have wanted to compile my research on various topics into one place anyways. Why don't I write it down and share it. Others can then learn different ways to apply story aspects and I can make my odd knowledge useful!"
The elder sister smiled. "That sounds like a great idea! There is another author that the people in the webnovel chat on discord they call "Wikipedia" because they have answers to a lot of things. This could be a great way for you to get involved in webnovel before you get further in your actual novels."
Eranoth smiled. "I think the other authors may appreciate it."
"I think more than just other authors will appreciate it." She replied.
Eranoth excitedly got to work. Hoping that Eranoth's book of lore research is well liked despite the limited story being told. 
The adult male started writing. "To the readers: As most of the content has actually been created through extrapolation and pondering on the subjects in question rather than from a website or specific sources, there will be very few reference links to actual resources. To authors that are struggling with means to understand the intricacies of things, feel free to message me a "subject" you wish for help understanding. While I cannot guarantee accuracy, especially if it is out of my realm of expertise, the lore I write in these books are fantastic ways to apply concepts. Happy writing!"
"P.S. When I start posting my real stories I hope you will love them!
P.P.S. Sadly, despite all of my theory-craft, no successful real life application has been attained."

Lore Book 1: Shapeshifting: An in depth on the myriad methods of creating change to oneself or others. 

Chapter 1: The basics of shapeshifting

 "Most people think of shapeshifting in a few simple ways." Eranoth muttered to himself as he pondered how to simplify the explanation for chapter 1. "The most commonly accepted method is known as blood-shifting even though most don't call it that. Blood shifting has a few sub-categories but that is for another chapter or 3..." 
Relaxing Gameboy Pokemon music played on youtube as he wrote.
He pet the cat sized white tiger plushy RedPandaChick got him while she was at the zoo last time. "How would you explain it?" 
The inanimate object did not respond. 
Eranoth steeled his nerves as this was something he had put off for years. "Over the ages many people have tried to give shapeshifting a very esoteric definition. For the sake of simplicity I am going to use the following very broad definition. *Shapeshifting is the act of changing from one shape into another.* This broad explanation is actually very inclusive and brings in topics not commonly associated with shapeshifting. But that is a topic for another chapter."
"Shapeshifting has many names. Some of these include: Form shifting, Mutating, Evolving, adaption, Transforming and so on. Despite the fact that these names talk about the same 'over-arching concept', they are actually very different when you get down to the nitty gritty. " 
"Logic is a difficult thing to have when involving shapeshifting outside of the 'norm'. Think about it, how can a frog suddenly become a rabbit? When push comes to shove, how does it actually work? Magically?"
Eranoth face palmed at his own sarcasm.  "Sorry, allow me to clarify. When writing about a magic there is a 'logical' explanation for that magic, how it works, and so on within the realm the magic exists in. Often times, the 'how it works' for shapeshifting, magical or not, is glazed over, especially when it isn't the primary focus of the story. Lawless shapeshifting can actually lore break."
"Take Legendary Moonlight Sculpture for example. There is a low level npc evil priest that casts a transformation type unholy spell and turns a soldier from the enemy into a ferocious wolf that attacks his own best friends. The soldier couldn't stop it or resist. Holy! That is powerful! Why not use that spell to destroy an army rather than a fireball?"
Now let's turn our attention to Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. For those who have not read it, I won't go into detail to avoid spoilers. My personal favorite chapter in that whole book is a lore broken transfiguration spell. The target couldn't resist. Their wand fell to the floor. They couldn't use their magic as a result and they became a harmless critter completely at the mercy of the caster. If that much power could be used from a simple spell, then couldn't the dark lord have been stopped ages ago by being turned into a pocket watch?"
Eranoth laughed to himself. "In games it is the same. The MC saves A B and C from transformation curse. But if you really thought about it, if the curse were cast on the MC wouldn't the story suddenly end? Instant game over? Another in game example, MC uses transformation spell to perform task D. They are able to pull it off flawlessly and nobody suspects a thing."
The old pokemon music ended and Eranoth pulled up another song by a remixer named Kamex.  He took a deep breath after complaining about ads about liberty mutual and google fi.
"As you can see, lawless shapeshifing can lead to a plethora of questions and break the lore of a story. However, Shapeshifting shouldn't be a taboo. In fact, when I start posting my own stories on webnovel, you will see that shapeshifting can actually amplify the story or allow for a very different way to affect a story. To be honest, I haven't read many people's works yet. However, I want to applaud the writer Harry_Dresden in regards to his comprehension of shapeshifting within the world of his book Werewolf in another world. Even though it is the easiest of the lore to find information regarding, (Conditional Bloodshifting and Illusion-shifting), every time transformations are involved in his story, the lore is maintained."
"When involving most things in a story, you should consider a few things. What purpose does it have? How does it work within the world I have created? Shapeshifting has a bit more to consider as well. What is the cost? What is the result? How does it happen? Does it end? ETC."
Eranoth put his face into his hands thinking that this is probably too much of an info dump despite the fact that the entirety of the book is intended to be an info dump.  "I should take a break and prepare the chicken I will be using for dinner." He said as he left his computer behind before getting ready to write chapter 2.

© J Eranoth

Eranoth's Lore books are a series of books about otherworldly lore. They are designed to bring clarification about subjects that are not easily understood. 
This particular lorebook is dedicated to the many methods of shapeshifting. 

Eranoth's actual novels will come out at a later time when they are ready to be unleashed upon the world. Please know that Eranoth's lore books are not his world's lore, they are general lore for the use and adaption of writers.

For those seeking logic for lore, feel free to let me know what types of lore you want me to write books for. Before you get all excited, I WILL NOT waste time writing lore books on topics easily found with google OR adult content. If you want a lorebook on those types of things don't ask.

Happy reading and Writing!
Note: Due to the nature of the book, there is very little 'story' but I have tried to break it up a bit with story to make it less of a straight info dump.

Days passed and we were engrossed in preparation. To us, dormitory was were we can be at peace. But this preparation or study time made me realize one thing a lot.
Never ever think of staying for study period if you need solitude for your preparation.
Even though we were only ten girls, it almost had fish market effect. Everyone blabbering om their own with no consideration of others. Even sometimes it felt like they were fighting to show how high their volume can rise when reciting.
A total headache. I really never know how I managed to overcome that. I am someone when I study people will not even know i was there. A complete silence freak. And i won't get distracted if they called me with bit lesser volume.
This way of reading was developed due to my hobby of reading novels.
Right from my middle school till date. That is how I have always been. But the situation that i got caught up was extremely unlikeable to me. A sense of deep irritation was always there. And i never told anyone. I too understand that they might not be able to concentrate if few spoke out loud and others not.
It was their guarded way of getting back their concentration.
I tried isolating myself far away mostly as possible as i could. And the fun part was the reactions of girls when we face each other.
The most crucial difference between boys and girls:
Boys even if they cover few question they would brag about it(to be noted as their open minded way)
Girls even if they start revising them for few times even then they would never accept the fact. And would always say they haven't completed anything.
At dinner mostly it would be fun watching them discussing as though they never touched books and showing their dull faces to each other.
During the ten days of study period, i earnestly told of what I studied. But seeing their odd reactions i started observing how they actually replied to each other.
I started ignoring such prep talks directly from then on. But sneakily listened and observed those funny ways they reacted and handled those situations.
No wonder i felt odd before. During my first semester i studied at home since there were options that we can go home as regular classes would not be conducted at those times.
Since it was second semester i decided to stay and familiarize myself with people here and if possible can avoid traveling to and fro very often. And can visit home at leisure times when I won't have exam pressure or other.
Even study materials would be a big issue. Girls won't share the easier stuff that willingly. But fortunately for me Mahi had already prepared books lended from her usual second hand book store, with the reference to the others and papers that I told.
Since the books were already in bad shape i was bit worried to share and discussed the details with Genni at class when we decided to do a combined study.
Our class representative Ansh was there that day and hearing on the details he requested to make copies through Xerox. And few others showed their interest too.
 By the end of that day the copies got circulated. But then came the obvious problem that I overlooked.
During our discussion few girls from dormitory were also there. among them only two were from our department, and rest from other departments.
Even though our syllabus was different, there were few paper that were same for all.
But they never showed any interest during our discussion. I didn't pay attention as well since they didn't ask for any copies and i considered they didn't need it or might be having similar books of other authors.
But soon after reaching dormitory i understood the negligence that I made. And blamed myself for being this dumb. I doubted myself on my IQ level whether it went that down for me not to realize or think of the situation in hand.
I instantly regretted for thinking about sharing the details in the first place at that very evening.

Sometimes your sister might become your mom in  raising you up.
And when she enters her own family, the distance and vacant place left by her makes you realise how big was that place in your heart and life.

Mahi was such a sister to Samyu and Sunny.

Especially when Samyu started realising the times she might have hurt her dear sister knowingly or unknowingly, and the realisation that she might not be able to have that person beside her from then on.

She must have cherished Mahi more when she was near. 

But not too late either.

In the North where the sun sets, stands the Black Gate. 
 A-33.

**

 Min didn't understand. And his first reaction was to read again, and again, until he figured it out. It was him who wrote the note. Sure, he wasn't exactly the same. And sure, it was meant to keep a secret. But he should be able to figure out the meaning. 
 A whole hour of nothing had him defeated. 
 Maybe it was in the words, he thought. North where the sun sets. He saw the map of the academy in his head. The coordinates of the academy grounds aligned with the geographical coordinates. The academy's north was the geographical north. And that meant, the sun set in the west. 
 Then, what was the Black Gate? 
 Could A-33 be referring to a locker? Or some kind of safe that he left his notes inside for safekeeping? 
 How was he to proceed when he couldn't understand his own message? 
 He folded the paper along the creases and stuffed it into his pocket. Returned the book to its shelf. And decided to continue touring the library. 
 After the second story, he went up to the third. On the third story, the sitting area was actually bigger than the area occupied by the books. The books were all advanced, with an almost equal mix of handwritten notes and journals, and printed hardbound books. Every single book on the third story was extremely important and immensely valuable. 
 He felt a longing from the third story that he didn't from the other two. He knew from a cursory glance that he spent a lot of time up here. And he knew he wouldn't profane such a sacred space. There was no clue up here. 
 Another day he would return. Grab a book. Sit. Read. Enjoy himself up there. Today, for now, he needed something else. 
 Walking down the stairs, he felt he understood himself a little better. Anyone else, searching for the same clues, would definitely lose themselves up there. Didn't it seem obvious that he would hide a clue where he was most at? 
 The thought brought him to a stop on the bottom step. Hadn't he made the same mistake? He looked where he would have, where anyone would have. But not where he should have. 
 He walked to the far end of the sitting area, and looked in at the books resting on the shelves. Separated by subject. He saw the aisle in which were the books on social clusters. His eyes slowly moved to the aisle where he found Prof Lushe's book. And then he traced the route to Prof Wuchang's book. A faint shadow of realisation had begun to form. 
 What he would have done was follow the titles. Of the books he would read. Of the authors who would interest him. Try to decipher the messages hidden in the books. 
 What he would have done was leave a lot of secret notes. Red herrings. Many would bear no meaning. Others would be distractions. Where better to hide a leaf than in a forest? 
 What he should be doing, was think like himself. Do what he wouldn't do. What no one would expect him to do. And that was to leave nothing in the library. 
 No. That was wrong. He shook his head. The goal wasn't to hide so deep the clues would never be found. The goal was to make it so only he would find the clue. And maybe, the paper in his pocket was the first clue. 
 He pulled out the paper, unfolded it against the wall, and read it again. 

**

 In the North where the sun sets, stands the Black Gate.
 A-33. 

**

 He paused. What if it wasn't the academy? What if the world was limited to the library? What if the directions were governed by the geographical coordinates? 
 He walked to the west, which was the opposite end of where he was standing. He was at the other end, among books on mythology. If this was where the sun set, then what was the north? 
 His eyes were gliding past the titles on the spines of the books, when he froze. It wasn't the north, but the North. The North wasn't referring to the cardinal direction but to a name. Of a book? 
 He was excited, as he began walking along the aisles, searching for a book with any reference of the North. He found it on the tagline to the book's title. 
 Igunati - of the giants' North. 
 It was the retelling of old folklore of the giants of the North. Igunati was the sacred custom of the giants, offering their offsprings to the gods after the first month. Blessed were those that were claimed and taken by the gods, for those babies started their journeys among the gods. 
 But why this book? He couldn't figure it out. He couldn't find the patience to walk back to the sitting area before pulling open the book. He flipped pages, searched underneath the jacket, but found nothing. Was he supposed to read the entire book? It wasn't thick, but wasn't little either. 
 A-33. 
 He remembered. Excited again, he looked at the page numbers. Sure enough, it wasn't just numbers. Every chapter had a letter, and every page of each chapter was numbered from 1 along with the letter of the chapter. A-33 was the last page of the first chapter. The first chapter spoke about the origins of the giants, about the curse of the mountain people that turned them into giants. 
 He flipped to the last page. A-33. 

**

 The prophecy spoke of the son of Midgard, who would brave the winds and the rocks and death itself as he walked up to the peak. From there, he would step off. But he wouldn't fall, for the mountains would be flipped. And he would be walking up to the abode of the gods. Appeased with his wisdom, the gods would grant him a boon. And that would be the salvation of the giants. 
 
**

 He was startled by the flash of understanding. He had to step off the end. Have faith. For the world would turn itself upside down, to save him. And then, he would find the stairs upward. 
 With trembling hands, he returned the book. Turned away. Walked down and out the library. Which was as long as he could hold himself. At the first whiff of the outside air, he set off running.

What if one morning you woke up with no memories? 

What if all you had was a video message you left for yourself, warning you that you were in grave danger? 

What if the only way to survive was in discovering what you forgot? 

And what if your biggest enemy was yourself? 

**

"There is a bug. It allows unmitigated access to the users' consciousness. You're the only one who knows. You must stop the release. You must stop them." 

That was the primal directive. Min needed time to understand, to accept. But time was the one thing he didn't have. 

He woke up with no memories. He only had the one video message he left himself to work with. The video told him he was a beta tester of Gaia, and he had discovered a bug that could very well be intentional. 

What he was asking of himself was to be a hero. But was that what he wanted? Was that really him in the video? 

If it was him, why go through all that trouble? Why did he delete all of his memories himself? 

Who were the people helping him from the shadows? Were they friends? Or, were they something else entirely? 

Who were those that were after him? Were they all related to Gaia? Or were there other secrets too? 

School was the perfect refuge. Friendless and unremarkable, he couldn't be hidden better. But with less than three months to graduation, he was running out of time...

A very good day abd welcome ladies and gentlemen 🌼! It is with great pleasure I welcome you to my first book that I created after 5 years of having now ideas nor tales to write. So after a couple of search and refering back to my old drafts, I have finally decided to combine 2 of my original drafts to create this writing. 

This book will contain short stories that I will paraphrase from original authors and put my original drafts here. Forgive me if I update late since I sometimes have writers block or I'm too lazy to update 😅 (KIDDING!) but I will try my best to create a work for all of the readers who came acrosa my writing. So without any distraction, I welcome you all to Once Upon A Tale! 

Please take note that I will be giving the reference to the original authors since I will paraphrase some of the lines or take their stories as my refrences! 

Love, Stephy 🌸

A collectable tales from all around the world and legends

He had told his father these details as he knew that he would bring it up when introducing him to R. To find an ally in someone such as R would be in his best interest. Stay close to your enemy and predict the outcome of their actions.

The pair pulled into an underground warehouse and to Yamishis fathers surprise, the warehouse had been fully set up now. There were multiple workstations, computers, and rooms. The Warehouse was now fully functioning.

"Wow, this place really has everything, doesn't it?" Yamishi mentioned to his father. 

Distracted by the warehouse they had just entered Yamishis father replied with a quiet and shocked voice "Yeah... yeah"

When the car had been parked they got out and were greeted by Watari who has dressed in a black suit one again. This old man was so tall and lean, good for someone of his age. Although he only seemed in his late 50s.

"Good morning gentlemen, I see you brought Mr Yamishi, " Watari gave a smile. "R will be the most joyful."

"Haha, yes well he certainly wanted to meet my son" chuckled Yamis father. 

"Hey dad, why did he want to meet me?" Yamishi questioned.

"Haha, don't be so modest, im sure you already know why you're here," Watari said with a smile again. 

"Right, I didn't want to be too full of myself, sorry." Of course, Yamishi knew exactly why he was here.

Yamishi had already known what was happening. There was no way R would pass up the opportunity of working with someone who helped the Tokyo police solve three cases by himself, is one of if not the smartest people in Tokyo and had been predicted to have an IQ of over 200. All while still in his first year of high school. The government had wanted to get their hands on this boy since he was young, however, they had never been able to convince him to train under them.

"No need to apologize here, also there's no reason to hide your genius," Watari said clearly knowing his information.

Watari led the two of them into the same office/meeting room as yesterday. As they entered the room, they saw a skinny, short kid, only about 18 years of age, sitting crossed-legged on a table. 

The kid looked up to the guests and took a lollipop from his mouth, "Pleased to meet you..." He stared right into Yamishis eyes "I'm R"

....

'This is the mighty R, I have to be careful, he's probably at the same level as me, although he could be possibly lower.' Yamishi now walked up to R and put out his hand, "Hi, I'm Yamishi, pleased to meet you."

The two shook hands

"I've done my research on you Yamishi, I'm quite impressed actually," said R

"Um, thanks I guess. I've also heard about you" replied Yamishi with a hint of awkwardness.

"Mmm, actually you researched a lot about me too, didn't you? I like you, how about we be friends?" 

Yamishi gave a smile 

Yamishi wasn't a fool, being so-called friends with R wasn't just for the friendship. He could tell that R wanted to use him for his intellect and skill. Light, or Kira, though some may disagree, wasn't a psychopath nor was he a sociopath, he was a normal person. He was just born smart and with an extremely high IQ, estimated at roughly 250 Due to this, he saw things as how they should be, and through sacrificing himself, he tried to make the world a better place. 

In the end Light, L, R and Yamishi all had very similar situations. They were all born into a world which wasn't made for them. For this fact alone Yamishi was extremely wary of R. 

Nevertheless, he replied, "Of course, I'd love that."

"Oh, great" R looked Yamishi in the eye and taunted him. "Than call me Ryuzaki"

Without hesitation "Got it, you can just call me Yami, even though that isn't your real name.." He smiled and looked calm but secretly he was surprised. 'What the fuck! No, no need to worry, it was a test and I easily passed. What a fucking idiot, does he really think I'm that dumb? No, wait it was an insult, that fucking asshole! I can't just let him insult me like that!'

Yamishis face was still friendly, "Wow Ryuzaki, It's so amazing to meet the famous Ls successor." 

This was something that stumped Ryuzaki, he hadn't expected this. That piece of information only the members of the Wammy house could know.

"How do you know that Yami?" Ryuzaki still had a friendly face but was clearly being cautious. 

He had to cool down the situation "Haha, nothing to worry about a friend, it was pretty obvious actually. I mean, ever since Ls death, every time one top detective disappears a new one appears in their place. And they all seem to be at the same level as the last."

Yamishi knew when it was too far and he had just gotten within inches of it. If only he wasn't so easy to anger. This was another thing Yamishi and Light had in common. Both were more emotional than they let on. They were both quick to anger, yet were able to hide it so easily.

Yamishi decided it was time to ease the pressure in the room so he spoke, "I know I wasn't brought here just to be your new friend, so... how about we begin?"

"Right, yes you're right let's begin" Ryuzaki had cooled down but was still slightly suspicious of Yami.

"Son, please tell R what you told me in the car earlier," Yamishis father said.

Yamishi looked at Ryuzaki and began...

A smile crept across Ryuks face "Kekeke, that was close Yamishi, be careful or I'll have to write a name in my book hehe."



****

A god of death can extend their own life by putting a name on their own note, but humans cannot.

****



Authors Note: Hey peoples thanks for the support. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!! Just as a reference when I say Light had an IQ of roughly 250. A high IQ starts from about 132, genius IQ starts at about 160 and the highest ever IQ was recorded at 263. Anyway, till tomorrow~~

Yamishi Yagami, a young talented student renowned for his intellect, runs into a Shinigami on his way home from school. 

The Shinigami looks to Yamashi with a look of intrigue...

"Are you as bored as I am?"

"Yes"

Little does Yamashi know that this shinigami has just found his new Kira


*Warning: includes scenes with sex, torture and violence. You have been warned.*

Sleepteddy: Did you finish your laundry? @Elyon

Elyon: Not yet. I hate laundry days *grin emoticon*

Shiksha Jerath: I hate cleaning days.

Sleepteddy: Same.

Shiksha Jerath: When I have to deep clean the house at the end of the month It's a pain in the behind.

Elyon: Ahem can you help deep clean our house as well? Thank you in advance!

Shiksha Jerath: Roll outta here!

Elyon: *crying emoticon* The hard part is that I have a migraine right now, but the laundry won't go away unless I do it.

Shiksha Jerath: How much laundry do you have?

Elyon: A week's worth.

Shiksha Jerath: F.

Elyon. F. Yeah.

Shiksha Jerath: What were you doing the rest of the week?

Sleepteddy: I know a way to cure your migraine, read my story. *smiling imp emoticon*

Elyon: Haha later teddy. I'll rest after this one.

Shiksha Jerath: Teddy slides in promotion for his work.

Sleepteddy: Well it's not promotion.

[A/N: Teddy is working on a new novel at the moment, and this one is pretty interesting. He's not uploading it yet and merely stockpiling chapters for now. Very wise move ;) ]

Shiksha Jerath: Let's say a recommendation then.

Sleepteddy: That neither.

Overlord Venus: @Elyon Use the reverse side of the clothes, no need to do laundry for another week. *think smart emoticon*

Shiksha Jerath: Damn Venus u dirtbag.

Overlord Venus: Ahahaha. But i dont do that I have a washing machine…

Sleepteddy: Ofc you do xD

Shiksha Jerath: Then how come your response was so quick?

Overlord Venus: I am always lightning quick in my replies. *blob triumph emoticon*

Sleepteddy: Your own experience helped you there Venus.

Shiksha Jerath: Oh, I don't have a washing machine or a vacuum cleaner in my apartment. What's the point of buying when imma working here? It's a pain to bring all the machines when I change apartments so I have to do everything by hand.

Overlord Venus: There was a time… long long ago.

Elyon: *Evil grin emoticon* Yeah, No.

Overlord Venus: By hand? Holy moly!

Shiksha Jerath: The only machines I have at my place are the kitchen appliances or a treadmill.

Sleepteddy: Your washing machine is broken, that's why you use the backside of your clothes Venus. *laugh emoticon*

Shiksha Jerath: Yeah. Pity me.

Elyon: Omo, wash clothes using a treadmill. YOU are a GENIUS!

Overlord Venus: you have a treadmill but dont buy a washing machine? Yeah
like Ely said do it that way.

Shiksha Jerath: I had to buy a treadmill because I was 20kg overweight.

Elyon: Those flabs! *tsumi lewd emoticon*

Shiksha Jerath: My stomach looked more like tires F.

Elyon: Those chubby parts!

Overlord Venus: @Sleepteddy *burning emoticon*

Sleepteddy: *laugh emoticon*

Overlord Venus: Wash it with hands.

Elyon: brb throwing things again at the laundry.

Overlord Venus: Then you would drastically lose weight.

Shiksha Jerath: Ai ai. Don't laugh. My heart still burns over the money I spent on food and then had to spend thousands to buy the treadmill to take all that weight off.

Overlord Venus: Or best advice, from my expert self: Don't eat food. you can lose weight. 100% guaranteed.

Elyon: Genius move. Sasuga *blob think emoticon*

Shiksha Jerath: Ai ai. I said no to my maid to do all the work by myself and lose weight.

Overlord Venus: As long as you don't stop eating, its difficult to lose weight.

Shiksha Jerath: You think it's easy to wash a bucket load of clothes by hand? Aima. My back breaks.

Motivated Sloth: Wew.

Overlord Venus: Or feel stressed all the time, like 24/7. you would lose weight for sure, except there's a side effect of white hair arrivals.

Shiksha Jerath: @Overlord Venus Don't talk about eating. Its been two years since I had any of the roadside stalls greasy food.

Overlord Venus: @Shiksha Jerath I eat whatever I want and don't seem to put much weight.

Shiksha Jerath: Don't make me hate you @Overlord Venus

Sleepteddy: Me too.

[A/N: Me three!]

Overlord Venus: *blush emoticon*

Sleepteddy: I eat pizza every day but still look good. *shrug emoticon*

Elyon: @Shiksha Jerath You think I didn't experience that in the past? I was there before washing machine was a thing.

Shiksha Jerath: Teddy beware that I don't come to kill you in the dead of the night.

Sleepteddy: *laugh emoticon*

Overlord Venus:  ̶T̶h̶e̶r̶e̶'̶s̶ ̶a̶l̶w̶a̶y̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶r̶e̶v̶e̶r̶s̶e̶ ̶s̶i̶d̶e̶

Murakami Takai: Having a fast metabolism means you'll die earlier.

Sleepteddy: @Shiksha Jerath I'm sure the last thing you want to see is me at night.

Elyon: Lmao.

Shiksha Jerath: Oh. Whenever I used to go back home, I would pile up my dirty clothes in a different bag altogether. Miss mumma. I haven't been home even once this year. *cries*

Sleepteddy: I wash my clothes since 12.

Shiksha Jerath: @Sleepteddy truthfully, the only thing I want to do at night is watch dramas or read a novel and then sleep at around 1am.

Sleepteddy: My mum just said one day, "Wash your clothes yourself you bum."

Murakami Takai: Oof.

Sleepteddy: That's how she is. *shrug emoticon*

Shiksha Jerath: I went away from home a few short months of 16 and my mum was never satisfied with me washing my clothes or when the maid. She always said the clothes were dirty or had some residual soap in them.

Sleepteddy: She broke a broom on my leg because I skipped classes once, you think I ever tried that again? xD

[A/N: Yikes!]

Shiksha Jerath: F. You an Asian? @Sleepteddy

Sleepteddy: No. I'm Cuban. I look at other kids, when they skip nothing happens, and they keep skipping classes.

Murakami Takai: Oof. You're gonna hate me.

Sleepteddy: Why? @Murakami Takai *pat emoticon*

Murakami Takai: I skip all the time. Still get good marks.

[A/N: See kids? This person is a bad influence. Stay away from him.]

Sleepteddy: Well if you still get good marks. *shrug* Skipping is fine as long it doesn't affect you.

Shiksha Jerath: I never skipped classes until I completed my high school. I even got an award for three years in running for never taking a single leave throughout the year.

Sleepteddy: Not bad.

Shiksha Jerath: And then the fourth year I feel so ill that I skipped school for a full 20 days.

Sleepteddy: I only started skipping after i was sure my mother wouldn't get wind of it.

Shiksha Jerath: Haha. Na I only ever skipped a handful of lectures whole I was doing my bachelors and masters. Though in college none of the proofs paid much attention to it but I was a goody goody two shoes.


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Author's Notes:

Hello! Good day/eve to all of you. It's time for me to say my excuses for not updating WWCG for a long time. 

*cough cough*

Well, the first reason is because I joined a writing prompt contest and I don't trust myself "not to advertise and ask for votes" here in WWCG. 

After the contest ended… I did a bit of soul searching. I asked myself, what do I really want to do? My answer was simple. I want to be a better writer.

I then decided to take a one month break from writing WWCG and focus on reading reference books on how to "properly write" a story. I learned a lot, and after reading all those resource materials, I came to the realization that my writing style was "trashier" than I initially expected.

It hurts, but it was the truth. I'm currently changing my writing style to make it more "proper", but it's hard when old habits kick in. However, all was not wasted. I don't need to compare myself to others, because I know that doing so will only make me feel inferior.

I've re-read my first few chapters and cringed. Then I read more and cringed more to the point that I realized how much I improved. *AHEM!*

New authors focus more on getting views, comments, reviews, and collections. They set their expectations and when these "expectations" are not met… they feel bad. 

Sometimes, it gets to the point that they drop/abandon their story altogether. There is no right or wrong way on how to do this. I still don't have the qualifications to teach you on how you can increase your views, comments, and collections.

Still, I think that improving yourself is much more "fulfilling" than mere wish fulfillment. I'm going to share with all of you the tools I've learned from this one month of Soul Searching and if you really want to improve, please do try these resource materials.

Murakami gave me this Epub file called "Descriptions - Monica Wood." It covers a lot of things and for new authors, this is a powerful tool that will help you understand some of the things that "you don't know that you don't know." You can read this file by installing Epub Reader on your devices or desktop.

Another advice for discovery writers. I am, or rather was a discovery writer. I understand the fun of discovery writing, but also understood its limitations. Writing blindly, a chapter day after day , even if you have some sort of idea where the story is headed will only lead to a WALL/BLOCK in the long run.

Please, don't argue with me for now and continue to read. Even if you had the story laid out on your head, it still won't make your story coherent and the foundations you think you have is non-existent.

So, the next resource material that I am going to share with you is how to "plot your story/outline very fast." Don't underestimate this resource material, because it may be the answer to ALL OF YOUR PLOTTING/OUTLINING PROBLEMS. 

This technique was so effective that I was able to plot my 2 novels in less than an hour. Hah? You think I'm joking? A friend of mine also thought the same, but when I gave him this reference material all he was able to say was "Paternal Grandmother…"

Without further ado, go to "Youtube" and search for "How to Plot Your Novel FAST by Ellen Brock." Please, watch until the end of the video. Trust me, you won't regret it!

Ellen Brock is an editor and her advice when it comes to story writing may come in handy.

If you think, you're good enough already feel free to ignore these reference materials. However, if you want to improve, for yourself and not for other people then by all means give these resources a chance.

I may not be able to update WWCG on a regular basis, because I'm still learning and looking for better resource materials that will help my growth as a writer. If I find anything noteworthy, I will also share these materials with you. 

Even with all the things I learned and currently learning; I decided not to edit the first few chapters of WWCG. I want it to serve as a lesson to me, and a constant reminder that everything starts with the first step. No matter how small, silly, inexperienced, clumsy it may be, the first step must be taken in order to move forward.

Feel free to share these information to your friends and fellow writers as well. Also please remember…

In times of Darkness one must stop looking for the Light, and become the Glow for others to Follow.


See you soon!

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