One choice decides your friends.
One choice defines your beliefs.
One choice determine your loyalties - forever.

Ara's Point Of View

Nag-ligo na ako at nag-bihis, pupunta ako sa Botique ng Tita Elizabeth– my father's side, para magpa-gawa ng gown para sa grand ball.

Nang maka-pasok ako ay agad ko'ng nakita si Sissy, ang assistan ni Tita, he's a gay, share ko lang, oh bakit?

"Hi Tita Eliza, it's me Ara!" Bati ko kay Tita Eliza at umikot-ikot pa.

"A-Ara, ikaw na ba talaga yan, you changed a lot, gosh!" Sabi ni Tita at nakipag-beso beso.

"Hay nako tita, ila'ng buwan lang ako di nagpa-kita, ang dami kasi'ng nangyari eh!" Sabi ko sa kaniya.

"Ahh, oh siya, nasan na nga pala si Sam?" Tanong niya sa akin, napa-yuko ako pero agad din ako'ng humarap.

"Ahm, a few weeks ago, he broke up with me, and I don't know why but now, I moved on and happy go lucky!" I said and smile brightly.

"Ohh, bamuti naman, pero ano nga pala ang pinunta mo dito?" Tanong ni Tita.

"Ahh, tita, magpapa-gawa ako ng gown para sa grad ball and sana yung brightly, yung unique, and I know you can do it Tita!" I said.

"Siyempre, oh sige, pa-birthday ko na lang yan sa iyo, malapit na nga pala iyon!" Sabi niya sa akin.

"Ahh, oo nga pala, nakalimutan ko, ang dami ko kasi'ng iniisip ngayon eh kaya, sige Tite, and thank you so much!" I said and smile.

"Oh sige, kailan ba yung ball?" Tanong niya.

"This Friday, kaya ba tita?" Tanong ko.

"Ahh, siyempre, may lima'ng araw pa para gawin iyon, one day para sa pagde-design, and four days para sa pag-tahi, oh siya, bukas ko na lang ipapa-kita yung design huh!" Sabi ni tita.

"Sige po tita, aalis na rin po ako, basta color bright red po ang kulay, thanks po tita, bye!" Sabi ko at kumawaykaway pa habang palabas ng botique ni Tita.

Pumunta ako sa International bookstore, bumili ako ng mga libro na nasa listahan ko.

John Green Novels
Nicholas Sparks Novels
The Selection Series
Harry Potter
Divergent
Maze Runner
Mortal Instruments
Vampire Diaries
Haruki Murakami
Hunger Games
Michael Faudet
Lang Leav
The Diary Of A Wimpy Kid
Fifty Shades Of Grey, Freed, Darker
Hex Hall Trilogy
Rebel Bell
Before I Fall
13 Reason Why
The Future Of Us
Falling into place
This is the world ends
The Best Kinds of magic
21 proms
Tell me 3 things
What to say next
The Revenge Playbook
The Perks of being a wallflower
The lonliest girl in the universe
The Hundred Lies of lizzie love
The Sky between you and me
The art of feeling
Some boys
Nerve
Since You've been gone
How to break a boy
Love and Gelato
Girl againts the Universe
Girlboss
Geekerella

And more, so dami na, tapos yung iba hinati'ng books kaya sobra'ng dalahin ni Manong, tsk hahaha.

Yung iba naman tagalog novelas, umuwi na ako at inilagay na sa bookshelves ang mga libro na binili ko sa bookstore.

Pinakita na rin sa akin ni Tita ang design para sa gown ko at nagustuhan ko ito, unique na unique siya, wala'ng katulad, tinatahi niya na iyon at sa huwebes na siguro yun matatapos ni Tita, at dahil nga nakaka-pagod ang pagbi-bili ng libro ay inantok na ako, pa-gabi na rin naman kasi kumain pa ako sa restaurant.

Pagka-gising ko ay agad ako'ng nag-ligo at nag-bihis bago pumasok sa University, at tulad ng dati katabi ko si Sam, di naman talaga siya doon naka-upo pero dun siya umupo simula pa nung una'ng pasok niya

Napapa-kamot na lang ako kasi ang kulit talaga niya, ayoko nama'ng mag-walkout ulit.

"Ano ba Sam, ang kulit kulit mo, alam mo ba yung salita'ng space, please paki-bigay naman nun oh!" Sabi ko, napa-tingin yung nga kaklase ko at si Ma'am.

"O-okay, sorry" sabi niya sa akin, tumingin na lang ako sa mga kaklase ko na tila ay sinesenyasan na 'Ano'ng tinitingin tingin niyo?'.

"Okay so, class dismissed!" Sabi ni Ma'am sa amin, agad ko'ng knuha yung bag ko at umalis na, naunahan ko pa si Ma'am palabas.

Pumunta ako sa garden kung saan kami lagi nagkikita ni Prince pero ngayon hindi ko siya nakikita, pero sana ayos lang siya.

Umalis na lang din ako kasi wala naman ako'ng gagawin dito eh, pumunta na lang ako sa canteen at kumain na ng diet food.

Nakita ko naman si Sam na naka-tambay sa isa'ng puno malapit sa building na pinagkikitaan namin.

Lumapit ako sa kaniya at naupo, hindi naman madumi ang sahig kasi malago ang damo dito.

"Ba't mag-isa ka, nasan si Amanda?" Tanong ko dito.

"Wala, at saka bakit naman ako magpapasama kay Amanda?" Sagot niya sa akin.

"Bakit nga ba?" Nagtataka'ng sabi ko.

Umupo siya sa tabi ko, dumasog naman ako ng konte, masyado siya'ng close sakin.

"Eh ikaw, bakit ka nandito?" Tanong niya sa akin.

"Wala, namiss–" di ko na natuloy yung sasabihin ko ng magsalita siya.

"Namiss mo ko?" Ay ang kapal rin neto.

"Hindi, namiss ko ito'ng puno, di ba dito mo sinulat yung pangalan nati'ng dal'wa ng... Wala'ng katotoohanan, tanggap ko naman eh kaya nakapag-move on na rin ako, may Prince na ako" sabi ko dito at lumingon sa kaniya. Naka-tungo siya na parang may iniinda'ng sakit, eh baliw na ata to eh.

"Oh ano, okay ka lang?" Tanong ko dito.

"A-Ahh, o-oo ayos lang ako, buti naman at nakapag-move on ka na pero ako... Hindi pa" sabi niya, napatingin ulit ako sa kaniya.

"Ehhh, kaya mag-move on ka na, kasi may Amanda ka na pero... Bakit di ka pa nakakapag-move on eh wala ka nama'ng nararamdaman sakin" sabi ko dito ng nay pagtataka.

"Yan ang akala mo... Yan din ang akala ko, yung kala mo moved on ka na tapos malalaman mo na lang kapag nakita mo yu'ng tao, mararamdaman mo nanaman" sabi niya, mat tumulo'ng luha sa mata niya, is he crying?

The girl who changed her style after his boyfriens broked with her.

Darth Vader is a fictional character in the Star Wars franchise. He is a primary antagonist in the original trilogy, but, as Anakin Skywalker, is the main protagonist of the prequel trilogy. Star Wars creator George Lucas has collectively referred to the first six episodic films of the franchise as "the tragedy of Darth Vader".[1]

Originally a Jedi prophesied to bring balance to the Force, Anakin Skywalker is lured to the dark side of the Force by Palpatine and becomes a Sith Lord. After fighting a lightsaber battle with his former mentor Obi-Wan Kenobi in which he is dismembered, Vader is transformed into a cyborg. He then serves the Galactic Empire as Darth Vader until he redeems himself by saving his son, Luke Skywalker, and seemingly killing Palpatine, sacrificing his own life in the process.[2] He is also the father of Princess Leia, the secret husband of Padmé Amidala, and grandfather of Kylo Ren, the main villain of the sequel trilogy.

The character has been portrayed by numerous actors. His cinematic appearances span the first six Star Wars films, as well as Rogue One, and he is referenced in both The Force Awakens and The Last Jedi. He also appears in television series (most substantially The Clone Wars) and numerous iterations of the Star Wars Expanded Universe, including video games, novels, and comic books.

Darth Vader has become one of the most iconic villains in popular culture, and has been listed among the greatest villains and fictional characters ever.[3][4] The American Film Institute listed him as the third greatest movie villain in cinema history on 100 Years... 100 Heroes and Villains, behind Hannibal Lecter and Norman Bates.[5] His role as a tragic hero in the prequel trilogy was met with positive reviews.[6][7]

Name

Series creator George Lucas initially wrote the series' main villain as separate from Luke Starkiller's father Annikin [sic]. Various combinations of names for the character were built upon the phrase "Dark Water". Then Lucas "added lots of last names, Vaders and Wilsons and Smiths, and [he] just came up with the combination of Darth and Vader." After the release of The Empire Strikes Back (1980), Lucas said the name Vader was based upon the German/Dutch-language homophone vater or vader, meaning 'father', making the name representative of a "Dark Father".[8] However, there is no evidence that Lucas conceived of Vader as Luke's father before 1978.[9] Other words which may have inspired the name are "death" and "invader",[10] as well as the name of a high school upperclassman of Lucas's, Gary Vader.[11][12]

As no other character with the title "Darth" was introduced until the release of The Phantom Menace (1999),[b] some viewers interpreted it as the character's first name, in part because Obi-Wan Kenobi addresses him as "Darth" in the original film.[13] The moniker is bestowed upon Anakin in Revenge of the Sith (2005) upon his turn to the dark side of the Force.

Director Ken Annakin's films Swiss Family Robinson and Battle of the Bulge influenced the original trilogy,[14] leading some to believe that Anakin was named after him. Lucas's publicist denied this following Annakin's death in 2009.[15] Anakin and Luke's original surname "Starkiller" remained in the script until a few months into filming Star Wars, when it was dropped due to what Lucas called "unpleasant connotations" with Charles Manson and replaced with "Skywalker".[16][c]

This book is made of wikipedia articles. Probably interesting articles. Probably not accurate articles.
New chapters daily.

Hi Guys, 

Kindly watch out for my next book, ang first ever Trilogy ni La Tigresa -  soon to be released under Precious Hearts Romances na po, ang Men in Tux Trilogy. Ang tatlong anak na lalaki ho nina Daniel at Abby De Marco ang mga bida sa kwentong iyon. :)

So hayun ho, sana na inspire po kayo sa kwento ng Clever Queen. Love you po. 

God bless us all!

La Tigresa

Hindi akalain ni Abby na mabilis na masusulusyonan ang problema nya sa pera nang matanggap sya bilang yaya ng anak ni Daniel De Marco. Isang umaga kasi ay nagising syang tanging kumot lang ang suot habang katabi sa kama ang gwapo, macho pero nuknukan naman ng sungit nyang amo who  was naked as the day he was born! 

Daniel thought his son's nanny was nothing more but a pretty face. He thought wrong, nalaman nyang maliban sa maamong mukha ay tuso at mukhang pera rin ito. Katibayan ang perang sinisingil nito sa kanya kapalit ng pagsesante nya dito. He offered to marry her instead and tripled the money she was asking him. He was
thinking he has everything to gain and nothing to lose. Pero paano kung makialam ang pakialamerang puso?

Holyfuckholyfuckholyfuck! I am tobey maguire- I mean wow look at these muscles, the strength, the everything it's so wow.

I glanced out the window and spotted mary  jane. that girl I forgot the actors name but she was even more beautiful In real life, sadly, she doesn't hold a candle to Hinata my fiance in my past life speaking of that I wonder how she's holding up."

wait this isn't modern this is literally the, Imean I was literally in the spiderman trilogy  except this wasn't the trilogy at all it has the mcu mixed up into it.

Then it hit me all the memories and experiences of Peter parker


???- "Peter are you changed yet?"


Awe it was exactly like the aunt may from the movies so awesome.


Peter - "Um Yeah I'm changed...almost!"


May- "Well hurry up youll miss your buss!"

I smiled put on my pants shirt shoes brushed my teeth, brushed my hair and exited the door.


I  jumped on the wall and landed onto my feet.


Ben- "I thought you were sick."
I beamed at him, awe this was the uncle ben that I adored so much.

Peter- " I was, I got better.

I grabbed my coat and walked out.


Ben- "Hey Michelangelo don't forget the foods in the fridge when you get back.".


I nodded and gave them both a big hug before I left.


Ben- " Teenagers, growing hormones they never change."

I died twice, and I will do the same again to protect the people I love.


My name is [Censored] And this is my story.

This story might be cliche and trash note I'm just doing this for fun with the ideas I had in my head, your welcome to drop if you want to.

Sorry, things keep popping up lately and there are too many tasks to keep track of. After the recent failure of my Amalgam Xianxia, I've been thinking of bringing back an old story of mine in its place.

I've already thought about what I'll do after ending this Arc, and to keep up with the current writing trends, I'll be writing Battlefield Restart 3 after this Arc is finished rather than Battlefield Restart 2- An Adventure Beyond Greatness. The reason being is that not only can that story tie in perfectly into earlier entries but also independently exist by itself.

The story will be called Battlefield Restart 3- An Ascendance Beyond Destiny, and will be more about the 'growing up' aspect of Idealism Vs Cynicism and the concept of 'Hero Squads'.

I know writing a the last story in a 'trilogy' before the first story is being too out there and weird, but I feel as if such a story I'm thinking of will keep up with the trends and invite that feeling of nostalgia.

If Battlefield Restart- An Identity Beyond Self is a story of an Isekai'd MC, and Battlefield Restart 2- An Adventure Beyond Greatness is a mete deconstruction of The Hero's Journey, Then Battlefield Restart 3- An Ascendance Beyond Destiny is about self-betterment (as cheesy as it sounds... Meh, this has Magical Girls anyway).

The story is built like Reincarnator but with less set goals. He aims to stop an Apocalypse by 'creating Heroes' but that in itself has already failed as a plan the first time. The last fighters of Earth just before the humanity became extinct (because they died as well) were the 'Contractors' of the MC of the previous entry in this trilogy (BR 2, basically).

The main character will be 'Mr Mascot', someone who is closely related to things that happened in both the first Battlefield Restart and its sequel. A guy who was the 'Hero Forger' in the past.

He is sent back in time to try again. Although I say this story is like Reincarnator, he has a lot more cynicism and a lot more softer heart than the guy in that story. A guy who can't fight by himself.

Unlike others in his team that could have been sent back, like those who can rewrite reality or are essentially immortal, he is sent back because only he is great at bringing people together, as the rest of them are too reliant on their overpowered Gifts.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that there will be delays but I'll make sure to get this Arc ended with a more satisfying conclusion than last time (in my own perspective). I hope to finish this soon! 

Thank you for reading! 😊

(Cover by Darkstar Dust)

This is a story I worked on ages ago that has been refined and edited by adding foreshadowing to events while also simplifying the power system better than before. This story can be considered a prequel to An Adventure Beyond Greatness as it takes place years prior to the events of that story.

Short Synopsis:
After retiring from the battlefield, my life became empty and lifeless. The regrets of my past haunt me in my sleep. Then a change occurred, a King from another world summoned me to fight for his kingdom, but I died even before I could give him my answer. Now, after a fake God allowed me to reincarnate (albeit imperfectly) with my memories intact, into a world filled with magic and swords.

Long Synopsis:
This is about a flawed protagonist who only knew to rely on others and not socialise who gets a second chance to change himself in order to live the life he aimed for in his past life. The narrator isn’t exactly trustworthy since it is purely in his bias perspective while other perspectives given by others fill in the blanks that he either leaves out or twists to suit the situation.

The story itself can be considered a parody of Isekai’s classic tropes which are given a sense of reality as time goes by. As there exists no ‘Demon Lord’, there is also no black and white, only characters opinions and counter-opinions throughout the story.

"But this is impossible! You are definitely a Divine, I've seen the golden aura! But how can this be?!" Ralfe started to mumble to himself ignoring the small clone in front of him.

The little manta frowned and spoke into his mind in a loud voice to awake him from his stupor. "Explain!"

The white fatty jumped in shock quickly coming back to reality. "Yes yes! I'll explain!" He took a few seconds to organize his thoughts before he started to speak again.

"There are a total of 6 elements in the world, earth, water, fire, wind, light, and darkness but there are some special creatures that are born with a new element that has a purple color which gives them a strange ability, we call them divergent. Those abilities are random and make no sense but give you a huge advantage against anyone at your level however, it is still considered a curse, do you know why? No creature that is born with a divergent ability is ever able to reach divinity! They are forever stuck in the realm of mortals! Forever stuck at the peak!" As Ralfe spoke he looked at the small clone in front of him with a strange gaze.

"I wasn't born with this ability. I gained it from another creature in the sea." The manta spoke calmly. The fatty already knew he had a divergent ability anyways so he might as well tell him everything and get as much information as possible, he can think of how to deal with him later.

Ralfe shook his head as he started to speak once more. "Creatures are indeed able to gain new elements through consuming others' core but this is an exception. I don't know the exact details but what i do know is that it's impossible to gain a divergent ability from consuming another creature. Do you know how many tried this over the years? There used to be just as many creatures with this seventh element as there were of every other element however, now they are almost extinct! Even today the church of light and church of darkness will reward anyone with huge sums of money for one of these creatures either dead or alive, even just information of where there could be such a creature will get a commoner enough gold for a lifetime!" Ralfe started speaking normally but was practically shouting by the end of the explanation.

'Why am I special? Could it have been the whale? No, or else little gold would have been able to gain this power as well… maybe?' the manta left his thoughts and turned his head towards the nervous fatty in front of him.

"What are the requirements for creatures to be able to gain a new element?"

"No one knows exactly, not even the divines know this answer. A creature can sometimes gain a new element on its first time eating a core but at the same time a creature of the same species could consume a core of the same element 1000 times and never gain anything. I heard some people say its luck others say it depends on your affinity with it, who knows? One detail they were able to confirm though was that it is impossible to gain an element from the core of someone lower level than you."

'Affinity? So maybe it's my modern human understanding of how gravity works that allowed me to gain this new element?' After coming to this conclusion he got into a very good mood. Every reincarnator in novels always came with a cheat ability and he finally found his! Knowledge! 

'Now what to do with this fatty? If word got out that there was a divine with a divergent ability I would probably be hunted down by the two biggest powers in the continent!' The small clone looked at the person in front of him as he went through his options.

Ralfe felt the change in the small mantas gaze. He knew he had learned some sensitive information so there was no way he would just be let off! 

"Your holiness this little one wishes to follow you in the future whether it be through sickness and health all the way until I die!" Being fast on his feet he knew he had to speak first before the small manta made a decision so he quickly kneeled on the ground with his forehead touching the floor as he shouted.

'You couldn't have phrased that a little different!? For two lifetimes I have been single and the first person to confess to me is this human dumpling?!' The little manta was disgusted as some strange images flashed through his mind.'Well let's see if you really are saying the truth!' The manta then focused onto the fatties mana and started to read his mind.

[I'm really saying the truth! I would never lie to you!] Was what he heard being constantly repeated in Ralfe's mind.

"...." 

'This fatty is an artificer which would be very useful, but he is too smart for his own good! If I don't kill him I would have to keep watch over him at all times!... But, I can't just kill him…. This fatty is so interesting and funny…. Wait a minute! I have an idea!'

Seeing as the small clone had no reaction, Ralfe slightly raised his head to take a peak and as he did he found the small black clone looking straight at him with shining eyes. 

'Did it w-' Before he could finish his thought he found that the clone charged at him and dove right into his body!

"AAARRRRR!!" The fatty jumped up from the ground at such surprising speed it would even leave a powerful warrior like Vall amazed. He touched his back where the clone had gone into expecting to find a hole but he found that there was nothing there, he was completely fine! 

'Was it an illusion?'

"Hehehe it wasn't an illusion! I'm right over here!" He felt something moving along his skin just as he heard the small mantas voice in his head.

Ralfe quickly pulled off his robe and took off his shirt showing his soft pale skin…. A lot of soft and pale skin… enough to make at least 2 leather armors....For horses. On his chest he found a black tattoo-like image of the little manta ray that slightly moved from side to side leaving him stunned.

"Didn't you say you wanted to follow me until death did us apart? Well you got your wish! Are you happy?" A large smile opened on the belly of the manta tattoo that was on his skin.

Ralfe controlled himself not to swear and spoke after taking a deep breath "Of course! Of course! Who else can be so lucky to have a divine creature by his side .. every.. Single.. Day …" Reaching the end of that sentence he was practically speaking through his teeth.

"Well that's all the information i needed for now. This clone will be sleeping on your body but do remember that I will still be able to see everything that is happening around you! You can go back now"  As it finished speaking the black manta tattoo moved onto his forearm curling his tail around his upper arm and rested Its body on the fatties shoulder no longer speaking.

Rafel gave a wry smile and put his clothes back on before leaving the building by himself. As he walked out the door everyone looked straight at him and noticed that the small clone was no longer there. Seeing him leave the house a burly man stopped what he was doing and came up to him.

Vall looked behind Ralfe at the empty house and then up in the air at the giant manta that was quietly floating before moving close to the fatty starting slowly fixing his messy robe.

"Is he gone?" Vall whispered as he came close to Ralfe.

"N-.... yes he's gone" When he was about to answer he felt that the tail of the little manta tattoo had tightened around his arm and he quickly corrected himself.

"So what do you think? Is he a new divine? Can we trust him?" Vall whispered again

"Yes it seems they have just left the ocean for the first time. We can definitely trust him, he's the most trustworthy divine i have ever met." Ralfe felt helplessness as he spoke. Vall was surprised that the fatty had gotten such a good impression of the manta in just a few hours.

"Hmm, even so he is still a divine of darkness. They can be very sneaky so don't ever fully put your trust in them, but still get on his good side. Who knows? maybe if you can get on his good side our village might not be godless anymore in the future." As he said this Vall finished fixing the messy robe and left to take care of the mess the creatures had made in the village.

"I'll try" Ralfe didn't know if he should laugh or cry as he let out a big sigh and started to get busy as well.


"Hehehe little gold these humans sure are interesting" The large manta in the air spoke.

"Hmm, interesting" A sweet voice sounded out from his back as the duo quietly watched the yellow sun slowly moving over the horizon.

A boy who has been bed sick since he was born finally reached the end of his life. Fortunately the gods decided to give him another chance and allowed him to be born into a new world. The only problem was that, he was not human! 
"I was only joking when i said that all I needed was a healthy body and that i didn't even need to be human OK? You didn't have to take it seriously!!" The frustrated scream of a little manta reverberated in the dark underwater world.

After all my experiences in the 1900 beginning journey ,god sent me back to my original world.It was unbelievable together with amazing experience ,It was the same place and same day where god fortuned me and I really used it well .Divergent changes Iam waiting to see still it was nothing new.Later on when I went to my home ,first thing ,I gave a huge hug to both of my parent .In the oppose they gave divergent looks stil I was so happy to regain my future . subsequently when I foraged for both world war one and two books ,really they were missing .ensuing about the books to mg parents my parents replied that what are those books . Continuation of that I equally asked about The Great dictator of Germany Adolf hitler, they replied by saying that who is that person and having strange name.More over you know I started behaving like the German people together with my parents found a lot of divergence in me.Neverthe less to me God gave me a precious gift that no one else can give me in my upcoming life 😀.  



  By the story I really want to convey that when a person dearly together with heartfully wants something then the nature will help him getting that .


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"What?" He shouted back. 

"Run!" Lizeth fired her rifle at the holes in that building. She fired the rifle worse this time due to the fact that the Focus ability was in cooldown. Lizeth ran to Abdul's direction in order to save him.

Abdul noticed Lizeth who was running in his direction with a rifle on her hands. He pulled a pistol out of his pocket and closed the laptop. The shout noticed the insurgents and they shouted something in Arabic as they started engaging Lizeth. Dozen of bullets started flying from the hole of the building.

"Aaaah," a bullet found its way to Lizeth's left hand. She used his focus ability again to slow down time. There was five insurgent on the building. She flipped the 3x zoom on her scope and made a precision fire on the enemy. 

Still, one of those guys decided to bring the big guns. A PK machine gun. It gave sudden shiver down Lizeth's spine. She quickly aimed down sights at the machine gunner and killed him. Abdul was running into the car and started the engine. 

Lizeth went for the passenger seat and she pulled the window down to shoot at the insurgent. The focus was on cooldown. One of the insurgents picked up the machine gun and started raining down bullets at her. 

The bullets were raining down. Not to the car, but to Lizeth. She got shot in the torso and in the left hand. Abdul managed to drive the car away from that city block of Fallujah. Lizeth, the foreigner, was more shocked than Abdul since she only knew that IS had been destroyed.

"You said that IS had been pushed away from Fallujah," Lizeth shouted to Abdul for the bad intel.

"Yes, IS, not insurgents," Abdul tried to make a good reason, "C'mon, at least we have good intel."

"Good intel your head," Lizeth opened his IFAK and raised the sleeves of her combat shirt to treat her wounds. He opened a bandage and wrapped it around the wounds on her hands. Lucky for her, thanks to the bullet damage reduction, the wound wasn't as painful as she thought it would be. "It's better be worth it Abdul," Lizeth said.

"Don't worry. It's a dead drop that is supposed to be sent for the insurgents," Abdul said. Lizbeth just smacked her hand on her forehead.

"It's not from INIS?" Lizbeth narrowed her eyes.

"Yes. It's supposed to be an intel that will be transported to a country. We intercepted it, I will send it to Langley," Abdul said as he handed down the laptop to Lizbeth, "Could you send it for me Lynx?"

"Yeah, but could you let me see the INIS files? I need some Intel on this village on the south of Al-Qaim," Lizeth said as she grabbed the laptop and sent that file to Langley. Lizeth opened the INIS server through Abdul's laptop. It was a server with multiple files.

"Hmm, Abdul, which one is the file on Al-Qaim?" She put her hands on the keyboard as the mouse was pointed to the search bar. 

"Intelligence On The Stolen Russian's WMD," Lizeth typed that words on the search bar, and a folder appeared. It was a folder containing pictures and a PDF document. Inside the PDF document, there was a detail on the Russian WMD. The Russian suitcase bomb. The bomb was constructed during the Soviet era.

[Amar Al-Jamari Ibn Somali]

This is the mastermind behind everything that happened on [REDACTED]. Amar Al-Jamari, more known as Blast Amar, has stolen more than 200 tons of potential IED material on the town of [REDACTED]. Based on the Intel gathered, his location was still unknown. Intel suggested that Amar has another plan. Intel said that Amar has stolen a nuke from Grozny during the Chechnya war. 

The nuke was a portable suitcase nuke bomb that has the ability to level the entire city. The state of the nuke was unstable due to the experimental state of the bomb itself. It is advised to find this bomb as soon as possible. 

The bomb was last seen in the southern region of Al-Qaim. The village was located far away from Al-Qaim. It is expected that the area itself is quite inhabited. Tread carefully, the villager used to be a staging base of IS.

[END OF REPORT]

The bomb was a silver suitcase. The suitcase wasn't that conspicuous at all. The problem was finding that silver suitcase in a place as big as an entire city. It could be anywhere. Hell. It could be under your bed if the terrorist wanted to place it there.

Lizeth wondered how a nation as big as the Russian federation could get their nuke stolen by Insurgents. Especially when the nuke was an experimental one. Everything seemed to be too unreal if she wasn't a contractor. She was too busy with her laptop and she didn't notice that they had arrived at their next destination. It was the city of Hit.

"Lynx, we have arrived," Abdul parked his car on a town that had the same name as a verb on English. Lizeth switched her loadout to casual one which was her shirt with a shemagh. She grabbed the bag from the back of the car and they walked.

"Hit? Is this really the name of the town?" Lizeth asked Abdul as they walked on the street of that small town. Different than Fallujah, this town was more civilized. The citizens were walking like an ordinary person. The buildings in that town weren't expressing that the city was in a war-torn country. She saw that Abdul was greeting several people on the street by calling them Habibi or habibti. The people just smiled at both of them.

The situation of the city made her wonder, 'Why the hell the things I see in the news is only woman in burka when the reality isn't?' she smiled at a woman in her veil. Abdul and Lizeth walked to a house near the river of that city. It was a safe house.

"I know you're very tired. Here's the key to your room," Abdul said as Lizeth took that key and walked to her room. Abdul left her because he wanted to walk around the town.

When she opened the room. She felt a cold breeze hitting her face. The room was a room with a simple bed, an air conditioner, and a bathroom. It was comfortable in comparison to sleeping in the middle of the car. She put her bag on the floor and put off her shoes. She put her body on the bed. Comfy. She then fell asleep.

CIA. FSB. How can I be involved in all of this?

How can anything happen so sudden?

Is everything has a secret meaning nowadays?

Does the government always hiding something from us?

Everything went from dealing with street thugs to dealing with a conflict between the CIA and FSB. 

The clock is ticking. Got to find that nuke fast.
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This book contains a lot of technical terms.

A great mantle of darkness which light could barely penetrate consumed all that can be seen, and then a blinding flash of white, along with a furious growl, violent gusts, the relentless downpour and worst of all, the mud...

Each on their own wasn't something anyone should be worried or concerned about, but all occurring at once, it was another thing akin to being a hindrance, and to some a nuisance.

Especially to these soldiers who are only able to stay dry thanks to the weather covering of their ill equipped truck transport.

They were being sent to the front lines through this dense rain forest.

"Hey have you heard?"

One corporal asked the private who was his buddy.

Both soldiers were sitting inside the truck along with their other squad members, swaying and shaking as the truck hit bumps on the road on this dark, rainy day.

"What?"

"Gelo is being sent back home."

"Lucky, ugly bastard."

"That 'lucky, ugly bastard' lost his leg and three of his fingers."

"Well screw him, he's still ugly… and just straight cocky and a dick, good fucking riddance."

"I know how you feel about the guy being a prick and all, but still, those IED's man, the teams and dogs still aren't enough. The guy was fine and breathing one day, but now he is quite pitiful and useless." [Improvised Explosive Device]

"He was already like that even before blowing himself up!"

"I know right?"

Both men and their squad mates chuckled at the banter.

"Tch… You guys are one to talk though."

His thoroughly polished black combat boots were anxiously tapping on the truck's floor, fingers on his hands met each other while covering his mouth with his thumbs supporting his chin as he was leaning forward; there was no question that he was in deep thought.

The uniform he so properly wore was that of the Philippine Army's standard battledress for vehicle crews which had a camouflage pattern with tints of green, from dark to less darker ones, and brown through beige.

His long lashes moved as his eyelids flickered, it covered a pair of glamorous russet colored gems that glimmered what little light was present at the time.

He was wearing a black military beret with the Mechanized Division's insignia.

With the aura he was giving off, no one can tell what he was thinking at that moment, and only he himself heard what he just said.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?"

That was what he thought.

–––Shit, he actually heard.

Well, rather he was actually thinking out loud.

–––I better make something up so this doesn't go too deep.

"You heard what I said."

He answered back with an provoking tone and a stare that was in no way ever going to diffuse the situation.

–––What the hell am I doing?

"You asshole–"

The angry private was about to stand up and give it to him.

A banging from the front of the truck prevented things from going even sour.

"What's going on back there?"

The assistant driver asked.

"If you guys are going to make a ruckus, we'll let your CO's know, SO SIT DOWN AND SHUT YOUR SHITS BACK THERE!"

His threat was enough to put a halt to their fighting.

"Bah… I don't even need to deal with this worm anyway. You goddamn recruit won't even last a day out here!"

–––At least know when you're talking to an officer, you idiot!

His insignia remained unnoticed.

"Halt!"

The trucks abruptly stopped at the command of the lead truck.

"What is it?"

Their truck's assistant driver radioed the lead.

"There's something out there."

Out in front of them about a hundred meters away, at the center of the road within the rainforest, with visibility being very low due to the storm was some smoke.

It was a wreck of something, a vehicle–two vehicles, both of them being light utility vehicles.

One of them was armed with a machine gun, but the other wasn't.

"What the hell…"

They were surprised upon visual confirmation.

"By god… what should we do?"

"I'll have these boys dismount and investigate, have yours on standby in case anything happens."

The lead truck replied.

"Roger."

"O-oy, what's going on? Why did we stop?"

One of the curious soldiers finally asked.

"Some poor bastards've been attacked, so you boys stay frosty."

The truck's middle aged driver replied to the younger soldier through the slits.

"What–hey, do you see what's out there?"

Another soldier asked one his buddy who was standing peeking outside the truck.

"Yeah, looks like they're completely wrecked; the vehicles are still smoking!"

The convoy went halfway closer, then the first truck started dismounting its squad.

Everyone appeared completely on edge, even him, it was his first day in service.

"Any survivors?"

The lead truck asked the soldiers out in the rain through the radio.

"No, I don't see anyone… Wait…"

He saw something from the second Utility Vehicle.

"He-heeelp…"

Among the wreckage and several dead bodies lying around, a faint voice struggled through the noise of the wind and rain.

"We got a live one!"

"Great work!"

The soldiers from the second truck rejoiced  hearing the good news.

But he wasn't happy at all, contrary to the other soldiers' reaction, he just became more on edge.

"You three help me out! We might be able to carry him."

All four of them came closer to the wrecked utility vehicle, a badly wounded man was lying on his back at the back of the CMC Cruiser light truck.

"Hang on! You're okay, we got you! We're going to get you home!"

He told the wounded soldier.

"I-I, am…"

With all the strength he mustered, the wounded soldier did his best to speak up.

"He's trying to say something."

"What? What is it? Maybe he's telling us who attacked them?"

"I… am… home…"

"What?"

He looked at the badly wounded man and realized that while he was wearing a soldiers uniform, his appearance such as his face and a non-military pants, weren't necessarily that of a typical fellow soldier they were all familiar with.

His eyes widened, he gasped for breath as he knew right then what was going on.

"ALLĀHU AKBAAAR!"

The man screamed on the top of his lungs, holding in his hand a trigger mechanism.

"WHAT. THE. FU–"

A loud explosion drowned his voice and engulfed the rest of them, with shrapnels viciously obliterating the man along with the four soldiers who made the mistake of even trying to help him.

"What the fuck was that!"

One of the soldiers in the truck asked.

"Holy shit, they're all dead!"

From concealed positions in the flanks, a volley of automatic fire soon opened up on the soldiers who have dismounted from the first truck, making them the next casualties.

"It's a fucking ambush!"

"DISMOUNT! DISMOUNT!"

The assistant driver yelled at them from the front seat.

"GET INTO FORMATION!"

One by one the soldiers hastily went out of the truck, then it was his turn.

He was at the opening of the truck when all of a sudden, a familiar projectile came flying towards them.

"RPG! GET THE FUCK DOW–"

The rocket came from the flank and hit the truck's cab where the driver and the assistant were.

Needless to say they were no more and the truck sustained enough shock to make it shake and lift from the ground, which threw the crewman off the truck and onto the watery and muddy ground.

It was indeed an ambush, and while the achievement of complete strategic surprise was a success for the insurgents hailing from the southern, chaotic parts of the country, the opposite was true for the soldiers of the army–it was a disaster.

Feeling heavily disoriented by the explosion and being thrown off the truck forcibly, he picked himself back up, and ran for cover within a crater.

One of the surviving soldiers at the front was dragging another wounded back to their lines, the rest of the soldiers at the front were pinned behind cover by the assailants.

"Give them some covering fire!"

The corporal told his squad mates.

The second squad from the truck had reorganized and were now serving as a firing team for their allies who were in the thick of the ambush.

"AAARGH!"

The soldier dragging his wounded buddy got hit on his right shoulder blade with the bullet heavily impacting it, he fell on the ground and was in pain.

But despite that, he mustered all he can to recover and continued dragging his incapacitated friend, only to be shot further on his body armor which did not penetrate, but his luck ran out when he was hit in the neck and then the forehead from an accurate burst of shots.

"HEEEELP MEEEE!"

The wounded soldier was now left alone, calling out to anyone who might be able to help him in the middle of the road.

It was then that an insurgent used his grenade launcher to finally finish him off, his carcass flew nearly a meter off the ground, the other soldiers helplessly watched their comrade die in all the chaos.

"THE SONS OF BITCHES!"

The private yelled to the other soldiers.

"GIVE IT TO THEM! NO MERCY!"

"H-how are they able to attack us here? We're still a few miles away from the front!"

One soldier asked while he was in a state of panic.

–––They must've infiltrated from somewhere… that or they've been hiding and were undetected all this time.

He thought about it as well.

–––I have to calm down… I-I can't die… not here, not now, not this way! Anybody here can die first before I do. I'll kill or use any of them if I have to.

As he fearfully and selfishly thought about his own survival whatever the means, they were being heavily overwhelmed by the enemy's small arms fire, so much that they aren't even able to maintain fire superiority, and all the soldiers pinned at the front were already wiped out.

"WATCH OUT!"

One soldier from the craters yelled.

"GRENAAADE!"

A grenade that was cooked beforehand was thrown into the crater, near everyone else who was fighting with him, it killed the three soldiers including the corporal, and wounded a few others.

Meanwhile their squad mates from the right flank were distracted and got flanked, they then were mercilessly killed.

With his allies mitigating the blast, he was left unscathed as his alertness made him hit the dirt just in time.

The disorientation from the blast rendered him unable to hear for a duration, but that might have been a good thing, otherwise he would have clearly heard the screams of pain and agony of the incapacitated soldiers as they were brutally executed by their assailants when they still tried to fight back.

"Allāhu Akbar! Allāhu Akbar! Allāhu Akbar!"

The insurgents have won the battle and proceeded to yell over and over again.

"Is this all of them?"

Asked the insurgent who appeared to be a superior.

"Yes, just four of them."

His subordinate answered as the surviving soldiers knelt on the ground as they were rounded up near the road, including him.

On that gloomy, rainy day, the scent of smokeless powder, mud and blood can be easily smelled as they kept washing off from the cadavers of the deceased army soldiers.

The leader of the militants then loaded his assault rifle.

"Your blood will help fuel our cause."

"N-no, please! We surrendered! Don't shoot! Don't–"

He executed a recruit with his AK-47.

"Don't kill me! Please, I have kids–"

And another.

"I-I can help you! I'll sell out our allies, just spare me! NO!"

And another, each time, the bullets entered their heads or chest, crushing the skull or any bone it collided with, while blood and flesh were forced out of the exit wound, taking away the defenseless and defeated soldiers' very own lives and leaving their dead bodies barely recognizable.

"What's the matter,"

He asked the lone crewman before him.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"Tch, fuck you… Go to hell."

"Unfortunately for you."

–––I guess this is it…

"That's where you're going."

He pointed his assault rifle towards the crewman's head.

–––I never would have thought it was going to end just like this.

Then an explosion burst, not from the firing of the gun, but from the bunched up insurgents who were caught off guard, the explosion killed multiple hostiles in one blow.

Automatic fire started raining down on the surprised enemies, and in mere seconds several of them were killed and incapacitated.

It was then his only chance, it didn't matter who was responsible for it, he simply had to take it.

And take that chance he did.

He lunged at his enemy from the ground, the ones who could attack him as he was strangling the insurgent was torn to shreds by accurate, automatic fire, the rest of the insurgents were now engaging the unknown threat.

Aki Pola was on his first day serving in the army and was being transported to the front lines.

His country was currently in the middle of a crisis–an armed conflict between the government forces and militants who have pledged allegiance to ISIL.

Tasked with meeting up with his new crew members on a dark, stormy day, his convoy was ambushed by ruthless militants behind friendly territory, which resulted to the army troops being brutally wiped out.

Just right before he was about to be executed, an explosion erupted and several militants were killed, automatic gunfire then ensued, mercilessly killing more of them, prompting Aki to take his chance and fight back against his executioner.

He soon wakes up under the shade of a tree, only remembering what happened so far, but not how he survived, and what’s more, there was something very different about the place he has awoken to.

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