This is a diary so expect few dialogues 

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English is not my native language

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Written for fun and to learn how to write a story

Old Ling was exercising alone when Xu Mei reached the base. He let the equipment on the floor and wiped the sweat with a towel.
«Do you ever sleep?» he asked the girl, then.
«Sometimes. I have a theory about why the universe is not collapsing.»
«Let's hear it.»
«If you model the time flow as a control system, the diary is a sort of feedback. The details which change are delivered back each time in the form of a diary, and the flow adjusts consequently. The loop may at some point stabilise, or go wild and diverge.»
Old Ling nodded.
«Right.»
«Now, since you say this is the seventh time the travel happens, there are two possibilities. First: this may be really the seventh time. So, we are at the initial stage, and the system will converge to a stable situation once you stop changing the events. You'll have to stop counting the steps too, or knowing the number will influence the time flow.»
«And the second?»
«We already reached the equilibrium, but it is a loop. Periodically, the diary gets lost, and you have to start from zero your writing. For instance, you may not write the instructions if the future gets better since you won't have reasons to.»
«You think the system follows a periodical function?»
«It might be the case. I don't know how to find out which one is our case.»
«Doesn't matter. Either way, I will do my best.»
«Old Ling, even if it is a periodical function, we can instruct the happily-ever-after Old Ling to redo everything the same way. To repeat the same best possible future.»
«Do you remember the first time we met?»
«When you were searching for acolytes for the Insurgent movement?»
«No, I mean earlier.»
«Fifteen years ago?»
Old Ling nodded.
«I was six years old. I don't recall the details.»
«Every single time, in every version of the diary, we meet that day for the first time. I read it later, so I can't change that event.»
«Is it important?»
«I don't know. Contrarily to what you think, I don't have all the answers.»
Xu Mei chuckled. «You said that Lin Longwei is my lucky charm. What did you mean?»
Old Ling flinched but looked at her in the eyes. «You have to protect him,» he said with a firm voice. «Even if your relationship gets exposed.»
«Why?»
«He will be important later. I can't tell you more...»
«Aren't you afraid I will interfere with his future?»
Old Ling sighed.
«You two were fated to meet. It's another of the events I couldn't change. It was a different first encounter each time, but you did talk to each other eventually.»
«So, it's not Shen Peng's merit.»
«He probably interrogated you but didn't kill you because he owed me a favour. I saved his life years ago.»
«Something like a conspiration?» the girl asked, suddenly interested. Were there still people trying to kill that man?
«Yes, one of Shen Peng's underlings wanted to take his place. The attack was fated to fail, by the way. Shen Peng will live for a few years more, at least. It didn't make any difference, in the end,» Old Lin explained. «It's more accurate to say that I took advantage of the knowledge I had.»
«And, as compensation, you asked him not to kill me?»
«Not really. I asked Shen Peng not to make trouble for Senator Lin.»
Xu Mei tilted her head.
«So, that's how I ended up there. Shen Peng thought that Lin Longwei was founding you, and he somehow heard that I'm with the Insurgents. So, he thought it might be a good idea to just deliver me to him...»
«I suppose so. Understanding Shen Peng is not easy.»
«And what do you say about Shen Tian? Is there anything about him written in the diary?»
Old Ling remained silent for a few moments.
«No, there isn't. Where did you meet?»
«I met him at the Iris Club and earlier at a shop... He's strange.»
«I don't have all the answers,» Old Ling repeated and stood up.
«Old Ling...» Xu Mei stopped him. «How was it supposed to happen?»
«What?» the man inquired, surprised.
«Me, meeting Lin Longwei.»
«Last time, you met Lin Longwei at the celebration ball for the Governor elections. Xu Bao was sent by your grandfather to talk to him, but she messed up, and Lin Longwei got angry. He wanted to talk to your grandfather about that, but he ended up bumping into you fleeing unnoticed. You weren't discovered by the Prime Minister immediately, though. It was less complicated, I guess.»
«That's less believable than what actually happened,» Xu Mei chuckled. If she could change the past, the only thing she would do was preventing Lin Longwei to contact Xu Yanhuo.
«I will find out why you were caught, I promise.»
«Did you make any progress?»
«No. The mole I'm aware of made some moves, but it's still early to blow the cover off. I still need that insect.»
He reached the door and turned back before going out of the room.
«One last thing. Your cousin, Xu Bao. Will she be attending the international event this weekend?»
«No, I will.»
Old Ling nodded.
«Good. We have been idle for long enough, haven't we?»
«What are you thinking about?»
«It's a surprise,» he uttered with a domineering smile.
Xu Mei sighed. Old Ling sure had too much in common with the Prime Minister.

Xu Mei is the granddaughter of the Prime Minister. Her father died in an accident years ago, and her mother was chased away from the Xu family. She joined the Insurgents, whose head has an unseen talent for getting information that makes him look like an oracle that can see the future.
One day, she is delivered as a ’gift’ to the main political adversary of her grandfather, Lin Longwei.
He is handsome and powerful, and resisting at his charisma is nearly impossible. While they fall in love with each other, the war between Government and Insurgents gets violent, involving mafia bosses and quantum physics.
In a world that changes faster and faster, can two people find a spot where to enjoy love and peace?

Who am I?
Where am I?
How did I get here?
What should I do?

This sounds like a terribly heavy for someone barely two years in a new life.
But I need it to stay grounded and sort out my thoughts, plan my way ahead.
I reincarnated but I didn't exactly bring over everything to this new life.
I don't remember my exact identity at all but I remember parts of my life maybe? 
I remember most knowledge and common sense
My talents and skills too?
Maybe... Maybe not...
Too many uncertainties.
So much to pour into this first entry.

So far life seems rather comfortable and safe.
The place I am at looks like a traditional courtyard house in china.
The whole courtyard house screams luxury, ornaments and beautifully tended trees and flowers all over the place.
Food seems to be bountiful and filled with variety three meals a day, one noon tea time.
If I'm right, at least a hundred people work just at the section I am staying, mostly guards.

I might have been reborn into a wealthy house, though I yet to find out the status of this house?family? to this world.
At least my safety and well being is guaranteed albeit temporary.
That said, I have yet to be able to actually get out of the house or even the sight of my caretaker/maids at all.
Someone would scoop me out the moment I go as much as 50 steps near the gates, front and back.
I really want to know what's beyond the walls of this house.

Although not perfectly convinced yet, I think I might have travel back to the past considering the architecture and the language used.
I have yet to figure out how to speak properly but I could speak something simple for my needs now, I'm learning the language fast I think, at least faster than when I was learning chinese during college times.
Two years in this life and I have yet to know what my name is, the same goes for my supposed parents.
I have not seen my father once, although I have been getting visits from his underling? I'm not really sure what to call them since they grovel and kiss ass too much.
Mother has been very hot and cold though... When she's in the mood I couldn't even get out of her side for a moment otherwise I wouldn't see her for days? 
The longest she's been away so far was almost a month.
The maids and servants seem to like calling me or mother in honorifics.

I'm side tracking too much.
The sky looks like I'm still on earth, there's a sun and moon, although the sky turn strangely purple for a really short period of time during sunrise.
There's also some weird animal scream sometimes.

Mother and the maidservants was very excited this morning, something about me getting something?someone? could it be my birthday? maybe I'll get a present?
I am so confused... I really wished I had study Chinese properly before I got reincarnated here.
I don't know what I want, what I need right, what I should do right now and all I can do is play some pretend toddler.
This is so frustrating and vexing... I could use a melon bread now now now.
I will reserve all judgment and bias until I know more about this world and spare my tiny fingers the pain now.
My hand feels very sore as I end this entry, it hurts to write so much, I swear I'm going to find something more convenient than using this stupid feather or the brush to write my diary.

Reincarnated to a strange and familiar world, the much prized prince of a decaying country must seek his fate, defend his fortunes and do his best to prevent his life being cut short.
The wheels of history seem to crush everything in its way, can the prince saved himself from history? 
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2 October 2172, sunny
Truth to be told, this planet is no longer suitable for human habitation, starting from the moment the Russian committed atrocities in Paris.
These trivial complaints have no meaning coming from a man of my status. Being able to complain, after all, is a good thing since those 21 people in battalion next door couldn’t even complain anymore.
I remember Daniel, a young man who always likes to aim at people's nuts and blew up his own guns, his DNA can't even be found anymore in the aftermath of the war in Berlin.
That damn guy…you still owe me a drink, dammit!
Running into enemies, taking cover, shooting, calling for an airstrike, advancing continuously…and praying to the priest.
Every day is like a living hell. Despite having air advantage, the CCCP fire power was too fierce. When they finally tore their hypocritical facade and revealed their true nature, they started using nuclear weapons. Godda*n! Now, everyone's life has been depreciated to ten dollars. Perhaps even less.
That's all for today. We'll push towards Frankfort tomorrow. It was rumored that a nuclear is being set up there. I hope we can make it in time.
God save me, may victory belong to NATO.
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3 October 2172, cloudy
The plan was for my team to start with the tanks, storm the 141 Fort located in Frankfort, destroy the air defense missiles, then call an airstrike to bomb the nuclear silo.
But things seem to have changed a little. My team had received a special mission for the time being. God save me, I hope my ominous feeling is wrong.
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6 October 2171, unknown?
It's hard to believe but I am aboard the x12 space station. In half an hour, we'll be entering an airdrop pod and the destination is PAC's Wanghai City.
Dammit, it's fu*king difficult to write in space.
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6 October 2171, cloudy, (added)
I have seen the picture of Wanghai City before the war, and it seems to be a very beautiful place. But now it looks no different than Paris, at least along the coastline and downtown. Our Marine Corps will invade through the coastline, while we will infiltrate enemy territory through airdrop pod and mark strategic target to facilitate the shooting of the space-based weapon "God's Cane".
Particle barrier generator, air defense missiles, electromagnetic pulse cannon, nuclear power plants… In short, mark anything that is worth destroying.
Sounds easy?
Perhaps… although the moment the airdrop pod passed through the cloud of radiation, a rare chill went down my spine.
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7 October 2172, cloudy
Goddamn*t, this is a living hell.
There are PAC soldiers everywhere, armored vehicles, tanks and…even stranded soldiers from our side. It was a complete mess.
Absolute madness, the moment the electromagnetic absorber was deactivated, the power armor would stall for a while. There are radiation and snipers everywhere. We can now only rely on sign language, and everyone acted like they were mute. How many nukes have been detonated here? Or do EMP ever stop?
I’m only worried that I have yet to receive communication from the headquarter.
This point is of utmost important! If the team lost…
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8 October 2172, rainy
Terrible weather, the rain turned into a bad omen.
We almost engaged in a skirmish with our own soldiers today. That's right, across the street where no one could identify each other, and the communication device was in a state of failure.
Fortunately, the crisis was averted as PAC’s tanks helped us to identity them, and then we worked together to solve the problem.
They are the Marine Corps and they lost contacts shortly after landing. They followed the offline map’s direction as they were supposed to reconvene with other 11 battalion soldiers here, but it seemed like were the only ones who made it.
Lucky guys.
I allowed them to join our mission temporarily as they didn't even have anti-tank weapons. Death would be inevitable if they stay so might as well have them joined us.
.
With the help of light infantry, our vision would reach further since the life detection device is no longer functioning with EMP absorber being activated.
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9 October 2172, cloudy
It seems that in addition to rain, it is also cloudy in here. This is strange.
The battle has continued for 3 days already. The good thing is that the quality of the buildings is quite high in the center of the city. Despite being showered with nukes, we can still find buildings for cover. We continued to engage in skirmishes with PAC as there were more of us here in the city. That’s a good sign. Maybe we’ll win the war another day?
We almost cheer when we saw the tungsten rod fell from the sky and shattered the particle barrier generator into pieces.
However...shortly afterwards our communications went back online.
Our "God's Cane" has been captured by PAC Space Corps?
The fifth fleet suffered heavy losses?
Retreat? Lost?
Heck, how does one withdraw from the middle of the city?
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10 October 2172, partially cloudy (added)
I was the only one left.
James was done for, Zach has gone insane.
Did PAC soldiers take pity on me? I was somehow expecting that when I got ripped out of the power armor, I would have been beaten, had my limbs broken, and finally be shot dead.
But that doesn’t seem likely.
PAC soldier are very united, and under the directive of the commander, no one would dare breach it. Although the yellow monkey seems to want to cut my head off. In the end, he didn’t do it though.
I was familiar with that look of animosity, as if wanting to tear me apart.
I can understand that perhaps what we did in school was over the top. But I can't be blamed for that. Although I am a devout believer, my soldiers also need to relieve their stress. Maybe I should have stopped the guy in Georgia State?
Come on, who cares? Everyone’s dead.
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I was forced into a truck loaded with captives. There were plenty of people like us in there.
Fortunately, they didn't confiscate my diary or I would have gone insane.
It is imperative to keep a diary. That's right, it’s very important.
I'll try not to provoke the guy who escorted us as he already killed two unlucky fools.
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15 October 2171, sunny.
We were brought to somewhere far away from the battlefront. There were a lot of mountains here, also a lot of tunnels, and some factories built underground.
I settled down after seeing these because I knew I had no chance of ever returning. Exchange prisoners of war? Hehe, if I say this, would they let me go?
The people in the truck was separated into two groups: one group to the North and one group to the South.
I have a foreboding feeling that one group would die. Of course, we are all going to die in the end, I just pray that it won't be an ugly death.
After coming to the underground base, our faces were soon branded with barcodes and we got our own bed.
Mhmm...this place is a bit like a concentration camp.
Thank God, my diary is not confiscated.
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17 November 2172, unknown
I don't know what the weather on the surface is because we haven't seen the sun in a long time. Are they still fighting out there? Or has the war stopped? Of course, we are already deemed "dead", so even if the war ended, I’m afraid we can’t return home.
The work isn't hard but it is rather boring and we get beaten a lot.
Someone tried to run but was apparently killed. We are incarcerated along with the federal death row prisoners. The guy, who slept above me, was a political prisoner. He was very thin with little hair left on his head. He talked to me in English and asked me if I believed in God.
I said I don't or rather I believed in him before.
He didn't mind as he continued to chat about other things. To be honest, I was quite disgusted with any topics related to political point of view.
But he seemed to become increasingly more frustrated.
Thank God, he got shot not long after.
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21 November 2172, unknown
There are dead people being dragged away every day, however, there are more people being brought in.
Maybe the war is about to end? After all, there are less familiar faces and more Asian faces are being brought in.
But what made me unsettled is that I spotted some Slavs from the latest batch of captives.
Did PAC and CCCP go to war as well? Luckily, that’s a great news for NATO.
However, how long will a war of this level last?
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25 December 2172, unknown (maybe it is snowing?)
Today is Christmas without Christmas tree and candles, and buttery cornmeal porridge.
I don't believe in God, but I still prayed devoutly and pray to my diary. My inmate said I am crazy, I disagreed. Someone had tried to steal my diary, I beat him to a pulp. I broke his nose, and we were both taken in.
I left the journal under my pillow but no one dared to touch it.
Perhaps I scared them? I trust that they are all unafraid of death—me neither—but I believe that no one wants to die.
No can beat me here. I am a special force, while they are all political prisoners.
Suckers.
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6 May 2173, unknown
I am not sure if it was earthquake or airstrike. It’s probably an airstrike.
Everyone quivered at the corner but I didn't. I read the journal from the beginning again.
I didn't have time to write every day. Most of the time, I only left a date. It was hard to find a pen, so if there was nothing special, I choose to leave it blank.
The barrage lasted for a long time, but it stopped eventually. Someone mentioned relocating and I smiled.
Where to?
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14 June 2173, cloudy
The day of relocation came. Unfortunately, I wasn’t welcome by the sun.
It was snowing outside, and the sky was covered with radiation dust. Is this what they called nuclear winter? Being able to see snow in summer was quite an experience.
The soldiers guarding us all wore protective suit, but we only wore a jacket. They didn't plan on using us for a long as they only gave us an iodine chip.
We were still left in the truck.
When I left, I was surprised to find out that few mountains have gone missing. Or should I say, became pits.
I remember that's where the group of people from the North headed to work.
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20 June 2173, sunny
Surprisingly, today is sunny.
Amazingly, I returned to Wanghai City.
Order seems to have been restored here as there are already some citizens living in rural areas. Of course, they didn’t look well, probably the unlucky people that didn't manage to hide in shelters. At any rate, this is a good sign that the war is over.
Or at the very least, a ceasefire.
Still it has nothing with us.
I was escorted into an underground survival base or a research facility? This is because survival base wouldn't open in less than a year which should be the same in every country.
A man in a white lab coat welcomed me and smiled at me, but I only felt chill in my hands and feet.
It’s as though he was looking at a white mouse?
Insane, this is insane.
For the first time, I experience real fear. Dammit!
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I can’t remember the time, unknown.
The diary was confiscated.
Ripped into pieces.
But so what, I memorized everything.
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They are crazy. Do they think they can create XXXX like this? (Scratched out)
Wait, why am I still normal?
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Well, now it’s certain that they are insane.
If someone sees this diary, everything would have been worthwhile. I tried to leave something behind, but it was futile.
All clues will be hidden.
But I still firmly believe that there are smart people out there who will find the clue.
Why am I still conscious? Why hasn’t it been erased?
I should have been dead.
Well, before I die, I hope that Asian girl will forgive me for my sins... that's probably not going to happen though.
(Colonel George's final words, pays tribute to the NATO flag)
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Jiang Chen's hands and feet felt cold after reading it.
There must be something that’s missing, but what was it exactly? This wasn’t normal...no, what was normal?
Inside the drawer, there was a gun lying next to the diary.
Revolver!
Hand trembling, Jiang Chen swallowed after finally picking up the firearm. Feeling the cold metal texture, he unloaded the magazine. The copper colored metal bullets burned his eyes.
It's a real gun!
Inside the drawer in the activity room of the school library! What the hell is this place? And not to mention the insane Colonel's Diary.
It's only year 2171, how would the journal spoke of something from the year 2173? Wait…time travel?
Jiang Chen felt an onslaught of headache. He clutched his forehead and sat back on the chair. His head was a mess. It's as though everything was a déjà vu, but he couldn't explain where the feeling came from.
[Am I forgetting something?]
Jiang Chen frowned he tried to search for every nook and cranny of his memory in the hope of finding clues.
But he didn't even know what the clue was.
From learning how to speak when he was a baby, to his elementary education, and then his junior high…up until this moment. Every piece of memory was so vivid.
Where's the problem?
[Wait, why is it so clear? I can even remember the details of changing diaper?]
Thinking of this, Jiang Chen suddenly blanked out, he felt he had grasped onto something, but he must have missed a detail, just a tiny bit.
It was at this time that he suddenly heard an unexpected knock.
"Are you in there?"
An abrupt but gentle voice struck at Jiang Chen's heart like a hammer…
 

 


After the nuclear war, ruins stretch across the landscape in the apocalypse.
If you accidentally survived on the wasteland, then you must be ready to face the endless hunger, ceaseless dangers, the mad zombies at night, and the peculiar mutant creatures that are the aftermath of constant radiation.
But for Jiang Chen, this place is heaven.
Mansions standing tall, luxurious cars parked on the street, high tech products and gold abandoned everywhere.
What? You were the president of a game development company before the war? You were responsible for the development of the 3D virtual reality online multiplayer game? Well, that’s great, why don’t you come work for me. Your salary is two pieces of bread a day.
iPhone? Ultra thin design? Don’t you see that the phone I invented is thinner than a condom?
Aircraft carrier? Fighter jets? Oh, I have those things as well, but they are designed for space combat.
Watch the story of Jiang Chen, who possesses the ability to travel through space and time, as he witnesses the creation of an empire stretched across space and time... 


"Grab your palette and pad
Hold your pencil and brush
Follow every line, focus, and don't rush
Wanderlust in papers is what I do
Here's the world I'm going to show you

Perfectionist I may describe myself
'Cuz my work is not just easy to write down and put it on a shelf 
Travel; Different colors on our flight
Yellow and white for our light
And black for its twinkling at night 

Welcome to my visual diary
A book and my gallery
Where my own people exist
Wonderful things you can't resist 
Handosme guys, hugs and kisses
Villains, creatures and princesses 
I'm also a novel with an abstract art
"I wish they were real" says my heart

My diary also has its ending page
But let's create something new
As our yellow brick road continues
In every drawing we pass through
In every point of view, every curve I drew
Unsatisfying hunger to create and 
Sketching a search of peace I do

A reason in every drawing
Every color shows its feelings
Every masterpiece has its meaning
Real art; is the one who draws 
A man; who's the paper with her flaws
A brush; her mouth that speaks
The painting; the words with colors it flows
Wanderlust in papers is done
Another masterpiece is made
Art from the heart that'll not be gone
Even if its colors will fade"

We all have random thoughts in the middle of the night. We all have broken pieces. 
But it's hard to tell what your heart feels. 
We have a lot of things in mind. 
We have voices but we're afraid to speak. 
So here's a pen and paper; write. It's free. 
Cry it out in every pages. 
When reality gets rough, 
Let's runaway and make our own fantasy. 
Let's dream and write what our heart beats for
And escape reality. 
Everday is a new chapter and every pages has its own story to tell. 
Don't be afraid, the pen will help you say what you really feel but cannot tell.

Hell, it was unheard of!
...
As she walked home under the care of the sky, she thought to herself many things. Many things included her life itself, the loneliness and longing for love, all she said aloud. 

Thuy wasn't one to care about city problems or political problem for that matter because she had grown up and lived the life of an extremely secluded village girl life. 

One could say it was an advantageous thing, however her parents really wished for her to travel back to the city where they adopted her, to grow and live how a normal girl could wish to. Even though her foster parents treated her as well as possible, they weren't financially well off, only enough to sustain the main necessities. 

Surprisingly, today she was full of life!
So many thought strolled in head, even after meditating like always. Finally, she began to talk to herself for the world to hear, in an attempt to relieve her stress, which actually worked.

For no one was going to hear her, so nobody would care about her fantasies. Oh she had one too many, a normal person could say....however she wasn't normal.
...
Thuy's POV
...
As I made my way home, I was suddenly reminded of this presence I felt by me as I sat on the rocks. Strangely enough, it felt as someone was watching me, I didn't mind it though, as I totally unwind and immersed myself into dreamland once again. 

The crashed of the water against pebbles and rocks along with the smell of pure salt water. I was an ant in a cove with towering white cliffs which surrounded me. No seagulls could be heard, no life could be seen yet it was for the best. It complimented the introverted water, which radiated golden specks within it's clear blue colour. It wasn't shouting, nor was it aggressive, it was just calm. 

I loved the ocean, the ominous ocean. It helped me clear my thoughts everyone something wasn't right. It was addicting, sweet, numbing, peaceful.
It's hypnotising grace circled my body in small breaths which felt wonderful.

For me, not many things ran through my head, because school wasn't as big of a deal as everyone made it to be. 
In fact, it was just another opportunity for people to act like they own everything. I never had any company; the only company I ever had was the ocean. 

If being antisocial wasn't already enough, being so clever that you have nothing to do at school apart from sleep just added to my incompetence of being a friend. It was an even hopeless dream, but I didn't mind though. 
...
TPP POV
...
And just like that she arrived to her home. It was in the middle of a green field which her family had inherited in the past. She went straight upstairs to her bedroom after greeting her family. 

It was a small 3 bedroom home but it was spacious enough for the family. 

Luckily, if you looked through the back windows, you would be able to see the breathtaking view of the sea and the sunset. 
For Thuy, that was her ultimate get away, as she looked out of the window which she could stare at for days on end without even blinking. 
However, she also went by a special ritual which no one knew.
She wrote in a small diary every night; she had been doing it since she could write! 
Now she had nearly 11 books, one for each year, and today she wrote in it.

****
Dear diary,

Today was uneventful, as is everyday. However, today I felt the most exquisite feeling of company. A small warmth, a secrecy of wonders travelled around my body in small breezes which helped me relax. So much so that I could've sworn I would've went into slumber if I hadn't realised what time it was. 

Is that the feeling of love? Not just filial love, but love love? A love that can only be generated by a special person in your heart? If it is, I want it. I want it everyday. To relieve me of my loneliness once and for all. 

The only tangible company I've ever had from anyone apart from family is the ocean. It's my own fantasy. A small dream in the back of my head of my fantasy. A water God. 

Until next time, 
再见 (goodbye)

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a/n: I've started another novel which I won't be updating as often since I now have 2 novels in writing but I assure you, you'll love it!! 

Thank you for your support, much love xx

Oceans. They were a phenomenon known widely around the world. So many underworld mysteries yet to be unraveled, and she happens to be it's first choice. Or rather, his first choice.

How fast is time flies? I felt it just only yesterday that I was reborn, and now I am 6 years old now, this year I will meet Prince Edward for the first time.

I kept looking at my diary book. There was nothing written there, more exactly there something I write but then I cross it out. This book is my plan to get on my revenge, someday.

"oh my goodness" I mumbled since I open my diary books I just keep twirling my pens, I really have no idea to write a way to get my revenge

I don't know how the circle of life works, I have wasting my time thinking for a way to get revenge and get a result of nothing this past 6 years.

Do I this stupid in my past life? well, I work by doing a muscle job often than brain job in the past, so no wonder I'm so stupid even though I was called genius now (lucky).

I have to think the way to get my revenge done, do I have to kill Edward? then the result will be the same as last time in the past, I will be killed but not by a false accusation but by the truth, I'm lucky enough to reborn again with my past life memories.

Then what I have to do to get my revenge? Do I have to stay alive then? first I should survive in this lifetime, it will be a joke if I die in the same way as I die in the past, I can't kill Edward, from the start it was out of the question since I die because of the false accusation of trying to kill him, even though I want to kill him so badly, it was really out of the question.

Do I have to find the bitch and kill her first? well, I will be prisoned by killing the innocent citizen.

In the first place, the one that screwing our relationship was that blond bitch, just because she has big boobs and porcelain skin the stupid prince was seduced by the witch, What so good about that though?

Thinking of it really makes me mad. How can I fell in love with a perverted man?

"what are you doing?" I glanced over to my right side to find a cute chubby brother of mine, his name is Leonardo Va Edgar.

"writing my diary" of a way to get on my revenge.

"Why do you write a diary?" He asked

"I have nothing to do" I answered

From the day before he was created 2 years ago, he was destined to be an Aristocrat by me, and I can't believe he was more intelligent than me. What kind of 1-year-old toddler that can do math? the answer is my little brother! it was beyond what I expected, he is the true genius and I am just genius by a stroke of luck because I have my past memories.

"Why don't you train your sword technique?" He asked again

"because I am strong, I don't need training" because I had enough experience in my past life

"but your stamina sucks!" he said with his mocking tone

"I can gain stamina anytime I want!" 

"How can you gain stamina without training? you just want to lie to me again!"

I looked at Leonardo with disbelief, this is why I dislike a smart kid, they know their way to mock people that aren't as smart as them.

"just don't bother me please" I pleaded him, He looks at me with unsatisfied looks, just what this kid want from me? he just mocking since he can speak a month ago.

"brother is no fun!" he said with his sulking tone, he then left me here's alone, finally a peaceful space.

Now then let me think, I have no time until I met Edward this year, it will be a matter of time until I met him.

Next year, I will attend the same academy as him and I will be in the same class as him, in the past, I think I was so lucky back then, and now I think I'm so unlucky to get into the same class with this mighty prince.

While I write down all of the things in my mind, suddenly there are knocking sound comes from my room door.

"what is it?" I asked

"Young master, there's a guest for you" it is the maid that speak in front of my room

"who is it?" I asked again, curiously

"it's the prince" she answered

It's weird, isn't Prince Pierre is in the academy right now? "is it prince Pierre?" I asked but there no answer

"who the hell is it?" I mumbled, how rude of her to leaves without me dismissed her.

I closed my diary, and keep it safe in my desk's drawer. 

I walk down to the living room from my room, "who's the guest anyway" I mumbled irritatedly just when my brother's endless disturbance just end and now there's another nuisance.

When I touched the living door room, suddenly I hear a footstep behind me, and with his deep soothing voices "so, you're my future knight right?" he said behind me.

This voice was kind of familiar. When I look behind me there is this little handsome prince standing there. "Hello there, my name is Edward Claudia Flynt, the Crown Prince of this kingdom," he said with a smirk on his face

Keep calm me! Why the fuck my heart beating loudly!?

Throughout his life, Callum had served Prince Edward and protected him from threats because he loves the Prince.
But a tragic thing happened to him, he never thought he will die on the Prince's hands because he was falsely accused by Prince's lover for trying to assassinate the prince.
Full of hatred, regret and grudge because he devoted his life to the prince without anything in return instead of a false accusition, he got another chance to reborn again to fix things that will caused him to be killed.

[We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.]

Roland was sitting on a seat on his comfortable chair, his hands held a red-covered diary and a quill. Roland flips open the empty diary and tears a page from it. His hand once again flew across the piece of paper.

The candles flickered from time to time, the cold wind and silence created a suffocating atmosphere. He took out a pocket watch from his drawer.

The watch was golden coloured ,also was pretty old as the the symbol of [Tarot cards] were little disfigured but the strange aura around the watch gave it any intense feeling.

He held it in front of him as it hanged from his fingers. His eyes darted towards Azik, he nodded towards the cold-corpse collector.

Azik closed his eyes and concentrated the spiritual power at the tip of his spear. A spiritual barrier blocked everyone inside the room.

Roland looked towards the slightly nervous Tyre and asked her a question, his hands didn't stop for a single second.

"Tyre Madera, age 23, joined the royal palace after being recruited as a maid. My first question for you is 'When did you learn to read and write ?????'. As according to this report your family was very poor, they couldn't afford to send you to school. After you joined as a maid, you wouldn't have time to learn it."

Tyre ,she was slightly stunned by the amount of information His Highness, Roland had on her. Even though the documents were fake ,they were given to her by Garcia ,Her Highness.

Since her family was under Garcia's grasp, she was forced to work as an assassin and be tasked with killing the fourth prince, though she had to accept that she miserably failed in completing her job.

She didn't lose her composer and answered calmly ,saying "His Highness, this lowly one would learn to read and write from the older maids at night so even though your information says that I don't know how to read and write ,it's not correct."

Her entire being emitted a nature confidence which wasn't usually seen in maids. Azik and Kite smirked, lying to a [Clown] who was using watch divination inside a sealed place was just foolishness.

The pocket clock that he was holding in his palm started spinning in anti-clock wise direction. It was clear that she was lying...

Whereas it was true that she didn't knew how to read and write at first but after being recruited by Garcia, she was required to learn how to read and write along with skills like [Knife-skill], [Tracking-skill] ,[Poison-skill] ,etc.

"Have you written this letter ?????" Asked Roland as he passed the paper which Azik gave him to read.

"No...I didn't write that letter, that's not my hand writing...."Tyre lied with a straight face. Internally she was a little nervous. That paper was indeed written by her but since no one saw she writing then she could just deny his claim.

While being trained to become an assassin she was taught to write in many styles so it wasn't a problem with her.

The watch in Roland's hand once again rotated in anti-clock wise direction, Roland still kept his apathetic expression.

"Are you a spy send by my Elder sister ????" This questioned stunned Tyre as she lost control over her expression.

Realising her mistakes she immediately control herself and cursed in her mind 'This...This was too straightforward.'

She immediately knelt down and said in a soft tone "This servant will never betray the fourth prince.....". She bowed her head, successfully hiding her expressions as she sneared in her mind.

'Humph...You are smarter than the rumours make you to be....But I will complete my mission no matter the cost.' A cold glint passed through her eyes.

Roland finished writing and he threw the diary, where the paper came from into the fireplace. Mellena had a confused expression on her face, she couldn't understand what Roland was doing.

One second he was writing on a paper, another second he just burned the diary in the fireplace. She couldn't make any head-tail out of the situation.

Nightingale had a disdainful expression on ber face, she knew that every single words that came out of the mouth of Tyre, nothing but lies. But she too couldn't understand what Roland wanted to do.

Roland looked towards Tyre, his greyish eyes shinned in the darkness. He expression indicated that he was bored.

"One last question,.....Were you the one who poisoned my food ????" Hearing this question Tyre's pupils contracted. Mellena put her hand on her mouth, the shock was too overwhelming.

It was her responsibility to make sure than no harm comes to His Highness, Roland. Their master had ordered them to make sure that no one could harm Roland.

Though unknown to them, the real reason behind this was, so that Roland could hide his powers for as long as he can. The element of surprise make change the course of the upcoming battles.

Azik was a mysteries man, Kite was a general but Roland was just a weak ,frail prince, nothing more and both of them wanted to keep it that way.

Nightingale was shocked by this revelation, she could tell that Roland was telling the truth, someone did indeed poisoned his food. She immediately turned towards Tyre, if she would make any desperate attempts.

The organisation that Kite ,Roland and Azik lead, shall play a major role in saving the witches, she must support them.

Tyre immediately tried to deny saying "No His Highness ,this servant doesn't dare to even dream about something like this."

The watch once again spinned in anti-clock wise direction.

"I.... aghh...Wha.t..." Blood dripped from her lips, tears spilled out her eyes ,she held out her hand and moved them towards her chest.

Blood painted her hands, she could feel a cold metal had pierced her heart, she would soon die. She looked towards Roland who just shook his head and said in a plain tone "You shouldn't have lied...."

[A crossover between Lord of the mysteries and Release that witch.]

[Quotes are frequently used so don't read if you don't like to read quotes.]

[Release rate:-3 chapters per week.]

[I don't own Release that witch or Lord of the mysteries.]

[The theme will be a little dark and twisted along with a slow-paced story where I would focus more on character building.]

[Those who have not read either of the two novels need not worry as I shall explain everything in detail.]

[We will discover more about our M.C as the story progresses along with his goals and wishes.]

[The first volume is about the future of Kite whereas I first world (Second volume) is the past. It may seem like the story is going fast but actually, I am only telling you about the past world.

Also, I know that I have not given much screen time to the M.C in the beginning chapters but after some chapters, everything will be clear for you.

Near chapter 50 the story will truly begin from M.C pov so please bear with it as I need to make a fitting background for all characters thus require so many chapters to focus on them, after all, they are the important characters of the story which will even go to the next volume (Lord of the mysteries world).]

[No harem and the female lead will be Nightingale....]

[Only constructive criticism is required other reviews will be deleted since I don't need your opinion on how MY story should proceed.]

[Plz support my novels and check out my other novels.]

[Recommend:- "Painful love:- Blessing in disguise" is a good romance, an original story being written by my friend so please check it out too.]

[Won't be dropped but the release will be slow as I mentioned above since I will focus on my main novel.]

[Please vote, comment and rate the novel.]

[Average word counts:-800-1000 words.]

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* Dear diary,
I got out of bed today. I didn't think I would but Daphne convinced me to. More like forced me to. But I am not mad at her, isn't that what best friends are supposed to do? Protect you from the horrible things. I feel like I am more of a threat to myself than anyone could ever be. I did not even need a diagnosis to let people know that I was losing it. Missing him is intense now. You know what the worst thing about losing a bestfriend is? You lose a part of yourself too. I know that if I try I will get better and survive, but somehow I don't want to. It doesn't hit me in the middle of the night that he is gone, it hits me during the worst times. I would be doing the dishes and think about how he liked the pancakes I made for him and how we sat by the table and ate them. How he always made sure that I got the first bite. I am crying as I write this. Don't even get me started on the tears. It's a waterfall. I don't just cry and let it go, I cry in parts. Now I remember how I used to cry months before I knew this was gonna happen. His hugs were the best. Alright, I'll stop this now. Will write again soon.
S. *

I put the book down and close it and I finished reading it. I had randomly opened my diary to this page. I wasn't intending on making myself sad but I hadn't missed Adam in a while. Especially tonight. It made me feel guilty somehow. I open the cap of my pen and stare at the blank pages. 

"Dear Adam,
I know I haven't written in a while. Wanted to let you know that I am doing okay. Much better than last month. I guess I'm getting used to this. 
I'm going out a lot. I don't intend on replacing you Adam, I never could. Nor am I stating that I am over you and have no feelings for you. But this feels different. Things with Ivan, not Victor. 
I'm not saying that what Ivan and I have is beyond friendship, maybe we are good friends. That's all. But the fact that I let myself not miss you, that I let myself forget that you existed at one point of time, makes me feel guilty. I know you're not here anymore but I can never tell myself that I can't see you again. Because if I do, I'll know that you're gone, forever. I don't think I'm ready for that.
I'm off to sleep now, will write again soon.
Love, Sof"

Tears race down my cheek and fall on the pages of the diary. Poirot comes closer to me and rubs his head to my thigh. I close my eyes and let myself feel. I had shut my feelings off for a long time. There were a lot of suppressed emotions within me. I sniffed loudly and cried even harder. 

I was mad at Victor for showing up. He did not have to babysit me. I was fully capable of taking care of my own self. Adam wouldn't appreciate me being dependent on someone, anyone. I was strong and independent mostly because of him. He made sure of that. I did not want my anger towards Victor to ruin this moment I had with Adam's memories, so I quickly brushed that thought out of my mind. 

After about five minutes I stopped crying because of my increasing headache. I turn the lights off and go to sleep. Maybe the dreams would ease my aching heart. I could only hope.

Sofia, an aspiring writer, suddenly discovers a secret that changes her life because of a tragic incident. 

Ivan, a young, popular producer, is living a perfect life and is in search of a story while possibly hiding a secret of his own.

What happens when Ivan finds his story through Sofia's secret. Would he use it for his own good and lose her? Or would he help her find herself again and in return discover who he is? 


Disclaimer : This is my first novel and is very close to my heart. Do give it a read and let me know if you like it. 

xx.

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