You might think that experiments on kids are just in the movies and books, I mean like who would ever do that am I right? well nope! this is a story about a girl named Harley Hunter and her friends story. They are just one of the few kids that managed to escape the hands of a secret organization called the L.O.P.

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In Masika's room…
Zack sat on the chair and observed the neat room. There is a seating area (where he is), a bed, a desk with a chair, and floating shelves filled with books. Everything is in its place.
Above the desk is a corkboard with a number of photos attached to it. Zack wanted to see who is on the photos, but he was afraid of how that would be too nosy, so he told himself to stay put. 
"We have about twenty minutes until dinner. Do you want to drink something?", Masika asked.
Zack rejected her offer. "No, thanks. I'm fine."
Masika grabbed a bottle of water and sat opposite from him.
"The summer is over, what do you plan to do now?", Zack asked.
"Study mostly. If I keep my current pace, in two years I can start college."
"I thought you are already taking college-level courses."
Masika bobbed her head excitedly. "Those are advanced high-school courses which give me college credits. But I want to try out a course or two in person. I hear that UCLA is amazing and I want to experience sitting in a big classroom, surrounded with like-minded strangers, and listen to the lecture."
Zack smiled. He likes her enthusiasm and desire to try new things. "Do you know what major you want to take?"
"I'm thinking about a few options, but at this point, I want to be a firearms engineer."
Zack was surprised by her choice. In his mind, she is a delicate girl who should go for a clean office job, in a sharp business suit... something with computers probably. "How did you pick that?"
"I know how to use firearms.", Masika said confidently. "I want a chance to improve them. And it's not only about explosives. Current weapons are getting mixed in with robotics and artificial intelligence, so there will be mechanics and coding as well. All those things interest me. A big bonus is that I can go to Charlie and ask for a job at Smithsonite corp. With his reference, I will get job easily.", Masika ended smugly. She saw that Zack is listening with interest. "How about you?"
"Me? I finished school a long time ago."
Masika knows that Zack didn't go beyond high school. "Don't you think that getting a college degree can be beneficial?"
"Not really.", Zack admitted. "It's not necessary for the type of work I'm doing."
"Sarah does not agree with that. She reminds us that accidents happen. Now you can go and fight, but what if you get shot or your limbs are broken and you can't go on missions anymore? What will you do then without an education? Are you counting that your living expenses will be covered? Are you really fine with letting others take care of you? The Zack I know is not a passive guy. The Army of Chaos members have options to get their degrees online, you should look it up. I can help you with picking a major and a program if you want."
Zack smiled. He likes the idea of Masika coming to him for something non-mission related. But he can't say that right away. "I will think about it and let you know."
…
They all had dinner in the massive dining hall which is in the house where kids and staff are staying.
During dinner, Sarah asked JoAnna about the condition of Master Hollow.
"He is recuperating well.", JoAnna said. "Imani is doing a great job with medications and dressing his wounds."
"When can I get out of this?", Master Hollow gestured to the wheelchair.
JoAnna exhaled. This old man does not like to sit in the wheelchair, he told her that many times and she is surprised to see that he is not walking around sneakily. "You can start moving slowly and carefully. When you feel discomfort, you need to stop."
"Do you have an estimate when he will be recovered fully?", Sarah asked.
"If he takes good care of himself… Maybe in two to three months he can resume his usual activities.", JoAnna said. "But, I don't recommend that he returns home for the winter."
"Cold doesn't bother me.", Master Hollow grumbled.
"Yes, I know. You are a superman, but your healing abilities are a bit lacking.", JoAnna said sarcastically. "You need to face the facts that you are not getting any younger and that you need to take care of your body."
"Do you want to go home?", Sarah asked.
Master Hollow glanced toward Bo, Souta, and Wing and hesitated. "Do we need to talk about it now?"
"No. But now is the beginning of the school year. You know that all of you are welcome here, and if you decide to stay over winter, it will allow you to recuperate and we can get Bo, Souta, and Wing to enroll into a school.", Sarah said casually. She knows that if she mentioned only Master Hollow's recovery, he would probably deny staying due to his stubbornness. But with his disciples in the picture, it's a different story.
Master Hollow is not willing to accept staying long term, but he found an excuse not to reject. "OK. I will talk to them and see what they want to do."
Sarah smiled and glanced at Aiden. Both of them know that if it's up to those three, they are staying.
The topic moved to JoAnna's delivery.
"Are you scared? Excited?", Sarah asked Jeff and JoAnna.
"All of it.", Jeff responded honestly.
"We will be there.", Sarah said.
Jeff smiled gratefully. "I only hope that Anna is well after this."
JoAnna nudged him. "Of course, I will be fine. The best ObGyn in the city will perform the surgery and Emma and Imani will be there…" JoAnna said that Jeff will also enter the operating room and that he can't decide if he will cut the umbilical cords or not.
"It's not that I don't want to do it, but the reality is that if I don't faint, I will count it as a success.", Jeff admitted.
They watched a video of a C-section and Jeff barely kept his food down. In the video, they cut up the belly and he can see the insides, and the babies are tiny and slimy and gross and then they patch up the woman, and there is a lot of fluids and blood and… he is queasy just by thinking of it. Ah, and he will get to see it live tomorrow!
JoAnna laughed when she saw that Jeff is losing color from his face. "You will do great. I need you to be my strength, remember?"
"Luckily, Jeff is channeling my stress, so I feel fine.", JoAnna said jokingly.
…
At the end of the dinner, Sarah reminded kids that starting tomorrow, they are resuming their usual schedule: morning run, breakfast, study time, lunch, the afternoon is free, and then dinner.
Aiden said that tomorrow, after the morning run, they can do self-guided exercises if they want because he will not be there. "Don't try anything new without approval from Haru, Allen, or Julius.", Aiden reminded them.
Master Hollow cleared his throat and added: "I will be there if assistance is needed."
Sarah addressed the study time in the morning. "It is time for us to start the next academic year. Each of you went through testing recently and you are aware of your results. You have in your rooms booklets with information on courses that are available for you to take. Tomorrow morning, I will be at the hospital, welcoming my niece and nephew." Sarah glanced at JoAnna's belly and then continued addressing kids seated at the tables: "Use that time to go through the booklets, talk among each other, and pick the courses you want to take. In two days, I will meet with you to discuss your choices. By the end of the week, I hope that we can decide what you will do for the next school year. Based on that, we will figure out if you will take courses online, or we will get a tutor, or maybe you go and attend classes or take practical training in person. Independent studies from the books and online sources are also an option, but for that you will need to show me good previous grades. I hope that kids who are here for a while are confident enough to advise their juniors who joined us recently…"
Kids were excited. With this, they are finally going back to the routine, like a big family with the addition of twenty-seven girls who joined from the Beach House. Ah, it will be a fun year! And more than one year...
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Sarah Hill is an introvert who does not want to attract attention. Other than mad coding skills, Sarah knows how to throw a punch. She believes that her biggest problem is the existence of the hacker Omega and her world flips upside-down when the most popular guy on campus approaches her. What does he want? Why her? (Ah, Sarah, that is only the beginning.) 

JoAnna Hill easily makes friends with her bubbly personality. Some call her a mad scientist, but she prefers ‘Dr. Hill’, because that is what she is. JoAnna is an excellent markswoman who can snipe out any target and she is wondering if her prince charming will ever come.

Sophia Hill is the voice of reason, their pillar of support. She is a confident CEO who knows how to get what she wants. Sophia’s degree in law combined with amazing capabilities to analyze the situation and plan ahead make her the perfect strategist (to achieve a goal without ending up in jail). 

This is a story of three Hill sisters who are navigating through challenges while they uncover the complicated story behind their maternal side of the family. And their father is not a simple man either.
Every sister is different, and so are their relationships. 

They all have in common: trust and belief that if they work together, anything is possible.


***SPOILER? - START *** 
The story starts with a focus on the youngest sister (Sarah). 
After about 100 chapters, the oldest sister (Sophia) gets in the romantic spotlight. 
JoAnna finds herself pulled into romance last, at about 200 chapter mark. 
***SPOILER? - END ***



"Do you believe in destiny?", Sarah broke the silence. 
"Destiny?" Aiden didn't expect such a question. 
"Yes. The thing that is meant to happen, and there is nothing you can do to prevent it. And when it does happen, everything feels right." 
"Why would you ask me such a thing?" 
"Until few weeks ago I would say that there is no such thing as destiny. That we are all masters of our lives and that everything depends on our actions, or lack of it. But I can't help but wonder: why did I not push you away? ... Why does it feel like everything will be OK as long as we are together? ... You are a piece of me that I never knew was missing. Is this destiny?" 
"Mmm... if that is destiny, then I approve it.", Aiden lightly kissed Sarah's shoulder and rested his chin on it. 

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1st WARNING!!!
Contains descriptions of intimate scenes. If you are not comfortable with that, don’t read it!
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2nd WARNING!!!
This is my first novel! :)
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Boooooooom!
 
A large truck suddenly hit a car which rolled multiple times before stopping vertically

Cough* cough*
What's happening? The man thought in confusion inside his head, while his face is full of blood 

Confused? Ok lets rewind some time ago and introduced our mc while we were at it

Here our mc's name is, Hoshi Takahashi 30 years old with just above average looks even though he's above average he didn't have a wife nor kids even he himself is confuse why he didn't have a wife, Hoshi is a good person who always donate half of his salary for the orphanage, his hobby is anime, manga and novel he first started his hobby while he was still 10 years old surprisingly he still keep his hobby up until now, he even started to give the orphanage novels, and of course he gave them a book for education too, and he started to act like he is their teacher because of that the kids in the orphanage started to call him "sensei" 

Ok enough of intruduction let's get to the story.

Currently our mc is going to his car excitedly because he is going to see the little kids again because today is the day our mc is going to donate half of his salary to the orphanage (yeyyy? ), of course with some book for education and some of thier favorite novels but our mc didn't need to worry about buying a novel because he has a lot i mean alot of it even though he can buy it online he didn't because he love collecting novels and mangas, well anyway he can't wait to see the smile of the kids when they saw his gift 

Well enough of books

After checking everything is alright our mc decided to enter the car and go to the orphanage when he arrived he saw 5 kids four males and one female one of the kid which is named Haru (10 years old) a  handsome kid which will probably be an actor in the future, next is the two males males just look liked average thier name is Daishiro and Ichigo both 8 years old the remaining male is looks is just above average his name is Ayaki 7 years old even though he is only 7 years old you can already tell he is above average looks even just a glance of it , the last kid which is female, his name is Ayane 9 years old, Ayane is a very beautiful girl his looks is above Haru which is surprising because Haru is already very handsome, he is quite mature more then Haru even though Haru is older but sometimes he act just like a normal kid if he want to be 'spoiled', Hoshi sometimes wondered what his mother look like because this girl is definitely beautiful in the future, after looking at them for a while they finally notice their sensei and came running toward him,"Sensei! " they all yelled, Hoshi smiled when he saw the kids wanting to hug him,Hoshi happily received the hugs of the Haru and Ayane "sensei! Did you get our favorite novel?"  Ayaki said"sensie! Did you get mine too? "Ayane said looking at Hoshi with puppy eyes" hahaha yes yes i have them inside the car ok lets go inside and read them"Hoshi said and the kids made a yeyyy sound

°°°1 hours later°°°

"ok that's enough, we have enough and  it's already pretty late i should go home " Hoshi said "wait! Sensei this is the last time plss" Ichigo said"you already said that like three times but you didn't stop" Hoshi said with a sigh the Ichigo saddened but Hoshi said "don't worry i will bring more novel with some candy next time" "yeyyyy!" all the kids cheered. 

"Bye bye Sensie!" all of them said 
Hoshi leave the orphanage while waving his hand and saying goodbye to the window of his car, Hoshi smiled seeing the wide smile of the kids while waving there hand, while suddenly "'!!!"' CRASH!!! , the kids eyes was full of teror while watching what was in front of them,Hoshi car rolled around a few times before stopping vertically, a little while later Hoshi started to hear someone running towards him and his entire body started to feel extreme pain and his face is full of blood, after a few unknown second he started hearing someone crying Hoshi started trying to look up even tough his body is in a extreme pain after a few tries he succeeded Hoshi smiled and said "hey! A super hero should never cry!" Hoshi shouted weakly after that the kids just started cry even more louder after a few second of crying one kid replied "of course we will never cry sensei" Ayane said while crying, Hoshi smiled ' i feel like this is the end *sigh my only regret is not having a girlfriend or a wife' Hoshi sighed in his mind "well I hope you guys have a good life and be good to others" Hoshi said weakly and smiled while slowly losing his consciousness
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12 years later
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Ayane and Haru pov

"Ayane!" 
"Haru!" 
"We love you!" 
" haha we love you all too i hope all of you keep suporting us bye!" 

5 minutes later

*Panting *panting
"that's exhausting" Ayane said "yeah mmm" Haru said "mm is something wrong?" Ayane asked curiously "just some random memory of Sensei" Haru said in a sad tone with a sigh Ayane look liked thinking about something and said "i wonder if he is proud of us" "mmm I'm sure he is" Haru said, the two of them in the room looked at each other and sigh
______________________________________________*cough *cough
"Where am i?"

{Looks like you're awake 'master'}

"Hello! My name is Lisa! What is yours?" Asked an eight year old Lisa.
"Sophie", replied the eight year old Sophie.
"Why are you alone? Why are you not playing with everyone else?" Asked Lisa.
"They're loud".

Lisa giggled then asked, "am I loud?"
"Yes. Please leave me alone", replied Sophie coldly.
"That's boring. What are you drawing?"
"Roses".
"Wow, they're so pretty. You're a good drawer", smiled Lisa.
"Thanks".
"Can you draw lilies?" 
"I haven't tried drawing lilies before but I can try".

Sophie then flipped to a new page in her sketch book and started to draw some lilies. Once she had finished Lisa gasped then said, "you're an amazing drawer!"
"Of course I am. I have been drawing since I was a baby", said Sophie with high confidence.
Lisa giggled again and said, "and I have been reading since I was a baby too".

Lisa then ran to her bag and got out a thick chapter book aimed towards young adults. Sophie just showed a shocked face and said, "you can read a book like that!"
"Yes. Is something wrong?" Asked Lisa.
'Who is she?' Thought Sophie. "Do you know what you are reading about?" Asked Sophie.
"Yes. It's about a girl who travels through time and meets all these important people from the past. It's a really good book you should read it too", answered Lisa.
'No normal eight year old can read that!' Thought Sophie while showing an incredulous look.
"Lisa, your grandparents are here to pick you up for your appointment", said the teacher.
"Lisa there you are!" Said Nathaniel McMillan as he hugged Lisa.

As Sophie watched Lisa talk with her grandmother while they waited for her grandfather to finish something, Sophie realised Lisa was using much more advanced words which Sophie had no idea what they meant. 'Who is she! If I read books like those can I use those words like her?' Thought Sophie as she watched with shock.

Because of this Sophie started reading more and Lisa and her created a great friendship while drawing and reading.

Anyway back to their eight year old days.

"Guys Sophie actually came out to play!" Shouted Jackson.
"I thought she died", said one of the other kids.

The kids started to laugh out loud as Sophie clenched her fists then said, "at least I have talent".
"Hey you-".
"Come on it's the truth", said Jackson while playfully punching the other kid.
"Hey are you saying I don't have talent!"
"Yep", smiled Jackson.

As Sophie watched Jackson interact with others friendly and have fun, she felt longing then while they were deciding who was going to be the tagger in a game of tag, Sophie asked, "can I join?"
"Sure!" Smiled Jackson.

While they were playing Sophie then remembered Jackson was the kid who could sing really well. He had actually beaten the year 8s (12 year olds) in the school's singing competition. 'Who are these people! I really need to get good at art if I want to be on the same level as them! I might not be able to sing but I might be able to be friendly like Jackson if I work hard. Then I can get on the same level as Lisa and Jackson! Those overpowered people. A freaking genius and an unreal singer! Mummy why couldn't you make me like them', thought Sophie.

[AN: Poor Sophie. Well hey she got what she wished for in the end so]

Sophie started getting art lessons, she started studying and by the time she had cached up with them, Jackson started singing publicly and Lisa started helping her dad's company.

'Why is it always me?!' Thought a 12 year old Sophie. She then decided to start uploading her artwork online. Later on when she had gained more popularity she started selling them.

The 14 year old Sophie showed a victory smile as she received one of the best awards you can get for her art. 'We are finally on the same level', thought Sophie triumphantly.

-When Jackson and Lisa was seven years old-

Since it was a sunny day little Lisa decided to wander around the school and stumbled onto a secluded area. Since it was shady there Lisa took off her sunhat and thought, 'this could be my new hangout place. I can come here if I forget my hat and can read peacefully'.

[AN: No hat no play... In NZ most primary schools make it so you have to wear a hat in terms 1 and 4]

Lisa returned there the next day because her mother had put her hair into a bun so she couldn't wear her sunhat properly. However when Lisa had got there a boy was there instead. He was singing beautifully to a song Lisa remembered hearing on the radio.

The secluded place was near out of bounds and was far from the playgrounds or anything interesting, so no one was nearby except for Lisa.

When the boy stopped singing Lisa clapped her hands and said, "that was awesome! You have a great voice!"
The boy turned around and turned bright red. "Y-you heard m-me?"
"Yeah. You're really good at singing", replied Lisa.
"Thank you", said Jackson.
"Why are you singing here?"
"... Because I want to".
"Are you sure? Is it because you didn't want anyone to hear you?"
Jackson turned bright red and Lisa said, "you shouldn't be shy or embarrassed about your singing. It is amazing! You should show everyone your voice!"
"Really?"
"Yeah!"
"I don't know..."
"I have an idea. How about for now why don't you practice in front of me and later we can show it to everyone else".
"Okay!"

Jackson then started singing. His dream since he was young had always been singing. He loved hearing and singing with his grandmother who he was really close with, but when he was four years old his grandmother had passed away. To cope with it and to remember her he sang, it made him happy. He loved to perform in front of his family but when it came to his classmates he was incredibly shy, so he was dubbed the 'Shy Kid'. However inside behind his shy exterior he was outgoing and loved to perform, but he was scared his classmates would judge him.

When the next day had come Lisa secretly brought along her mum's phone. Christine was incredibly confused when Lisa had asked for it in the morning, but she still gave it to her since she trusted her intelligent daughter.

When Jackson started singing, Lisa secretly recorded it and the next morning she played it out loud; surprising her classmates. "Wow is that really Jackson?" Asked a girl.
"Yep! He's really good at singing but he's just shy!" Answered Lisa.

While Lisa was saying that Jackson had entered the classroom to be bombarded by his classmates. 

Later on Jackson got rid of his shy exterior and everyone in his class knew him as the really friendly and awesome singer.

One year after that a singing competition was coming up in the school. Everyone told him to participate, but Jackson still wasn't sure about performing towards a large crowd.

"Lisa should I go?" Asked Jackson.
"You should definitely participate. Everyone in the audience will think you're spectacular", said Lisa while her nose was buried in a book.
"What?"
Lisa closed her book then said, "let's write a song".
"What?!" Shouted Jackson.
"You want to be a professional singer in the future right? Why not start practicing now".
"I can't write songs though".
"I can help you out. Come one let's go to our secret hangout and start writing".

Henceforth they started writing, and once the day of the competition came.... Lisa decided to blindfold Jackson since he was still way too nervous to go on stage.

"K-kia ora e-everyone...", said Jackson.

{Kia ora = hello in te reo, one of the official NZ languages} 

While he was introducing himself, Lisa signaled the class and they all shouted their support for Jackson. When he heard his classmates support he felt more confident.

"My name is Jackson, and I am from class xx. Today I will be singing a sing I wrote with my friend", said Jackson as he prepared himself.

When he started singing he gained more confidence when he had heard the cheers, so much to the point when he took off the blindfold, and he was immediately filled up with (too much) energy. He sang and did some cute moves and ended up winning the competition. 

While the older competitors doubted their capability to sing, Jackson's smile beamed as he heard all the compliments. He started performing more, and now he's performing in stadiums so hey he succeeded.

-Before attending WRC, at the Tael's home-

"I still can't believe you got Jackson to go up on stage with a blindfold. What if he had fell or tripped over something", said Sophie.
"If it works it works. He just had to be smart enough to not walk around on stage while wearing a blindfold", replied Lisa.
"Lisa are you going to write a new song for me or what? All you have been doing is talking and reading", whined Jackson.
"Nothing is coming to my head", answered Lisa.
"That's what you always say, but you have a million ideas in your head but you're too lazy to think of lyrics to go with them!" Shouted Jackson.
"Stop shouting in my house. Fine then let's start then Jay".

'Jackson is still loud and Lisa is still her... Meh, let's just finish painting so I can relax for a few more days otherwise my agent will bug me again', thought Sophie as she continued to paint away.  

-Present day-

It was Monday morning, 5 am and Lisa was writing lyrics for Jackson's new song. The albums's theme was time so there were songs with the theme of travelling through time, not caring about the time and continuing to have fun, blah blah blah.

Lisa was thinking of making the song she was writing a love one, so she decided to make the song about how a relationship has grown throughout time.

"Let's see, what should the first verse be..."

Lisa then got out the audio Jackson wanted her to write the lyrics to. She put on her earphones and listened to the melody which was quite upbeat at the chorus, but more calm during the verses and slow at the bridge. 

After a while of thinking Lisa could only come up with,

"Won't you look at that
So much we've done, so much we've been through 
But we're still hanging close 
First time we met, never thought that
It would end up like this
Oh look at how the time has flown by
Just like how you've flied high
While I'm holdin your hand, never saying goodbye".

'Ugh I can't think of anything else. Oh well I'll just think of something else and change it later', thought Lisa as she tossed her song book onto her bookshelf.

She went onto her insta account to be flooded with notifications. 'What in the world has been going on while I've been asleep?' Thought Lisa.

When she saw what it was she felt like screaming and throwing her phone out the window.  'Crap, why did I let Edward do that yesterday?! Now there's pictures online and it's absolute chaos! For goodness sake people Edward and I aren't dating', thought Lisa.

Lisa immediately called Edward for him to pick it up in a tired voice. "Hello", said Edward.
"Edward wake up and look online", said Lisa.

Edward was full of energy and fear when he had heard Lisa. 'Don't tell me something happened last night', thought Edward as he looked online.

When he saw the pictures he realised he shouldn't have acted like a baby with Lisa when in public. He then quickly said, "Lisa... What should we do? These pictures make us look way too suspicious".
"Well duh. You do realise how much trouble I'm in though. While majority ship us, there are still some crazy fans of yours who will not like this. Remember that time one fan asked you to sign a book with their blood?! I'm too young to die!"
"Calm down Lisa it's still morning. I can get someone to look after you-".
"I don't need a nanny or security guard or something like that. We just need to find a good solution to this".
"Well either way there is no doubt we look like a couple with these photos. If we deny them people might think we're in a secret relationship, and in the end some jealous fans will attack you no matter what, even if everything is cleared".
"For f*** sake. I can't think of anything except for making it seem like as if we're having a secret relationship, but it's a secret because we're scared I might get attacked for being your girlfriend and it's super sad for us. Making it so others pity us and take care of the crazy fans. However if we were to go with that plan we would have to have a fake relationship".
"What's wrong with that?"
"Huh?"
"Let's just have a pretend relationship then. We're both good at acting so I'm sure we could pull this off. Plus it could make us going to the company less suspicious since it makes us look like as if we're helping our family together, because we're good kids and a couple. Less rumors and trouble".
"... I don't know".
"We already spend a lot of time together".
"... Let's try it for now then. Make it seem like as if we're trying to hide our relationship and see how it goes".
"Got it, bye then".
"...Bye".

Edward smiled triumphantly at the sudden surprise thrown at him while Lisa buried her head in a pillow. 'A fake relationship with Edward... Why am I happy and annoyed at the same time? It couldn't be.... Could it?' Thought Lisa.

"Ugh".

To distract herself Lisa continued to write the new chapter for her webnovel. Tyler was currently on trial as his status as a Storyteller was close to being revoked. However Stacy stormed in and turned the tables and persuaded the judges to let Tyler continue and that he would learn and grow. After all he was still new and that was his first job. Stacy also said that the story wasn't over yet and that it was just the beginning. What had happened before was just the baby story which is allowed. 

Some Storytellers go to extra lengths and create a baby story, where they cultivate the main character's abilities, so it is ready for the main story. A baby story is where the main character first start out, then go on a mini story/adventure to cultivate their abilities while going through many trials and learn new things. This is to prepare for the main story where the main character already knows a lot and has already had a lot of experience. The plot in the main story is much deeper and intricate than one from a baby story

It is time consuming though, and incredibly difficult since after creating a baby story, the Storyteller must make the main story more detailed and intricate (how much of this depends on the genre of the story they are creating). They must also make the baby story not too simple and not too deep, since the baby story cannot outshine the main story, and the main story can not look like a sequel/second story after the baby story. 

The baby story can not be too simple since it shows the beginnings of the main character and how they have grown in power. It must also show what the main character has been through in order to get to the stage they are in, in the main story.

Those are the rules in the Storyteller world. Due to it only elite Storytellers create baby stories, however since Stacy wanted to keep things simple and Tyler wanted to make things more intricate, they ended up creating a baby story.

So in the end Tyler was able to keep his job and they got back to work.

Lisa patted herself on the back at her work, to then realised she had written more than usual. Oh well an extra treat for the readers. 

However Lisa decided that in the story it was time to add in some extra Storytellers and show the other light and dark jobs there are, so Lisa decided to make it so Stacy and Tyler waited in the Main World for two years to have passed in the Story World for there to be a gap between the baby story and main story. Meaning they would have 24 days in the main world to plan for the main story, along with getting readers to know more of the way things work in the Main World.

While it was risky Lisa decided to include parts of her life into her webnovel for this part, since it was interesting. She would just have to change quite a bit.

Meanwhile Edward was having breakfast and for once his whole family was at the dining table. Edward talked about his and Lisa's plan which created an ecstatic mother, a father with bright eyes and a worried brother. He didn't want to be killed by Charles.

Before leaving to school Lisa informed her family of what was going on, then she made her way to school, and prepared herself. However for some reason she felt excited to see Edward and act with him. Her heart was pounding harder than usual, and Lisa knew why. She didn't feel ready for a relationship though, but at the same time she really wanted one.

15 year old Lisa Tael has a dream of becoming an author so she uploads webnovels online, in the hopes of getting a book published. 

In order for a good record, to get connections, a good education and a bit of drama, she gets a scholarship to a prestigious school where she meets all kinds of people, including geniuses, rich brats, the next CEO of a company, artists, allies and enemies. 

Despite Lisa's innocent look and seemingly weak type of person, she is actually... Quite vicious. If someone pisses her off she turns them into a villainous character in front of everyone, if there is someone she likes she turns them into a good character. Not only does she like to write stories online she also likes to make drama/stories in real life by creating troubles, then solutions and watching from the sidelines. However sometimes she can't help but show herself.

This attracts the attention of Edward Avington, a popular, rich author who happens to be Lisa's rival, tutor and friend? Only some knows what he's thinking, but he sure is thinking of someone. They work together and help each other out by exchanging information and knowledge. 

Anyway as Lisa ventures further into her school life things become more interesting and hectic as she tries to become a published author, become number 1 in intellect at her school, and create interesting stories at the same time while also involving herself in a lot of business along with participating in things she thought would never happen. 

However her family hides a secret from her, many things happen behind her back, and when it is all revealed...

Well what's going to happen? Will she succeed or will she fail? Will she be angry or happy when the truth is revealed, and will she fall in love with Edward? Only the author knows what's going to happen next.

(Contains swearing and violence, not that much when the main character is 15, arc 1, but a lot when she is 16, arc 2)

Ria opened her eyes slowly when she heard Emma's voice. Her eyes were bloodshot red. Its been years since she last thought about it. Only when she came to Italy, She thought about her whole story with Ren. "Whoa! Ria! You look like a monster with red eyes.", Emma exaggerated to make the kids laugh. 

The kids gave her a cold shoulder, while Varun stood from his seat and touched Ria's cheeks. Ria looked at the little guy's worried face, she played with his hair and tickled him. The little guy then let out a laugh. Diya was still sleeping in the window side seat. She gave both of her kids a kiss in the cheeks. 

Varun was told by Ria that he was, the man of the house from the moment he started talking. The guy always protected Diya and he spoiled Diya by giving her whatever she asked. Ria gave everything equally to the both of them. Diya was always beside her brother. The next one after her mother whom she listens to was Varun. 

Ria carried the sleeping Diya in her shoulder while Emma carried Varun. Ria simply had a backpack as her hand luggage. They don't have to switch the flight as the same flight will go to C city in I country. Ria first went to a nearby cafe, she ordered cappuccino for her and soft desserts for the kids. 

Emma ordered a black tea and a mint sandwich. While they were waiting for the order, Varun looked at the magazine in the table and said, "Papa!" The magazine cover showed a young man in his twenties who was awarded as the Best Entrepreneur in the world. Ria's heart stopped for a second when she heard Varun. Emma choked on her own saliva and looked at the magazine on the table. 

Hearing Varun's voice Diya jumped in Ria's lap in excitement and she asked in a sleepy voice while rubbing her eyes, "Where ish hee?" Varun smiled at Diya and said, "Nott here, in the book" and pointed his finger to the magazine Emma was holding. 

Diya struggled out of Ria's embrace, she walked to Emma and pulled the hem of her skirt. Emma bent down and picked Diya then showed her the magazine. After Diya saw she hugged the magazine and gave it a kiss. Then she said, "Papa looksh like brother" 

Ria was still stunned and thinking how did she forget the fact that they knew! She thought apart from the photos she had shown them they won't recognize him in other pictures. Who would have thought those guys see their fathers pic in the internet with the tablet they have. 

So they even know how their father looked at yesterday night's bussiness meeting. They don't know what was the meeting about and all, they just searched his name and found his pictures that is all. Diya plays games and always attentive with the tablet while Varun draws and colours the drawing. Ria knew about their interest and always helped them with a head start. 

The kids were always with her during business meetings so to avoid them from running here and there, she thought they should do something valuable. Actually they are giving up their own enjoyment which was crucial for the little kids at their age so she thought she need to compensate them. Their IQ is completely on a different level from the other kids of their age. 

Varun can draw anything he sees with prefect accuration and colour it, like a photograph. But the only drawback is he can only draw one component at a time. Incase of a flower vase he can either draw the vase or one of the flowers in the vase. Which is a barrier he can overcome with time and during  growing up. 

The quality of his drawing in the computer and in the paper doesn't has that much difference. He is familiar with all types of colours, paper types, pencil types. 

When coming to Diya, she plays with computers. She is the World's first 2-yr old kid to clear all the levels of "Dungeon World", which is the number one difficult game in the world for this year. No one will believe that, if you say that kid plays the most difficult games online and she is ranked within top 10 in each. 

Likewise due to age factor, she is not that great and all but compared to her age kids she is awesome. These two little kids has already finished their studies related to primary level. Ria has been running around the world to get inspiration and exposure so she always kept her children busy with innovative things. If they does something out of curiosity then she will buy them books and instruments regarding it. 

They are currently at the peek of grasping information from the surrounding as a result gaining much IQ. Except their childish pronunciation, they are fluent in english and Tamil*. Ria has taught them about morals, values and how to respect elders.

Looking at the Ria who is in a daze, Emma shaked her shoulders. She came to the reality and said to her kids that, "Okay kitties! listen. When you see your father you should not talk to him or say anything to him. Just ignore him." On hearing her they looked confused but she continued, "Your father didn't come and meet us right? So we will punish him okay?" 

The kids thought about it for a while then they answered "Okies" Then Emma gave her a questioning look. She told in french, "You can't keep them away from him for so long. According to what I heard from you about him, he definetely won't let you and the kids be alone again." 

Ria replied to her in french saying, "He will never ever know about them. I don't plan on telling anyone whose kids they are." Emma smirked and said, "Who do you plan on cheating? They are his copies." Ria have her a glare, then stood up and said in english "I have to make a call" 

She walked out of the cafe, picked her mobile and called Lucy, "Hello", the other one of the phone was so excited and she said, "Yes, Ria! What is it? Have you considered coming here?" She didn't reply to Lucy, she said, "I'm on my way, I am currently in Muscat. I will reach by noon." Then she hung up the phone. 

To Emma this behaviour was normal but to lucy it is a shock. Her once sweet sister, hung up on her twice. She stood there in awe.....

Love between two hearts!!!
She loved him with her all! 
He loved her with his all! 
Still they couldn't get their happy ever after!
He met her after 3 yrs of gap but not only her alone along with her two companions..... 
Their life changed after that incident!

It was the middle of summer in Jiangchuan.
Outside an industrial Zone in the suburbs, an orange scooter nimbly drove around a bend, then stopped steadily next to the security post of a "Pengda Toy Factory".
After parking the scooter and taking out the key, Meng Lang looked up at the big sign that read "Pengda Toy" on top of the factory building and felt at ease.
It had been nearly a month since he woke up in this parallel universe!
In the past month, Meng Lang was first alarmed, but gradually became surprised and wild with joy. The change in his mentality was tremendous.
He had been a most common director of TV series and thought he would live this life sucking up to investors and directing cheesy soap operas. Transmigration was the last thing he had ever expected!
He probably had a little too much to drink with his producer the other night and the street lamp was flickering overhead. He stepped onto a watermelon peel when he wasn't looking… Yes, a watermelon peel! Suddenly, he slipped and fell backward. The back of his head landed on a sharp brick on the sidewalk…
When he woke up, he was astonished when he realized that he was in the body of a young man in a parallel universe, who had just graduated from college.
The young man was called Meng Lang, which was identical to his original name. He had graduated from the computer science department of Jiangchuan University and was about to go back to his hometown to inherit the toy factory from his old man.
During the past month, Meng Lang combed through his current social connections and thanks to the convenience brought by the internet, he was able to find out the difference between this universe and the one he came from.
In simple terms, this world was identical to the one he came from in every way except for the literary and art circles…
Through some online research, Meng Lang was surprised to discover that some of the literature, movies, TV series, and animation works that existed in his universe were unheard of here. Instead, he found works here that he had no knowledge of. 
He was pleasantly surprised when he found out that different universes worked differently. This world attached great importance to intellectual property rights and piracy had been cracked down on to the point that these businesses had been wiped off the face of earth all together.
It gave him an opportunity to become the ultimate plagiarist!
After discovering that, Meng Lang could only think of one thing, which was to take advantage of the countless classic works he remembered and recreate all the literature, movies, and TV series in this world. That way, he would become an eminent writer and a great director who would get all the attention!
Once he was ready to put his plan into action, he realized something in embarrassment.
The premise of becoming a great plagiarist was that he could remember everything about his old world, which included reproducing verbatim all the books, songs, and scripts.
But… he wouldn't be able to do that. 
Take the books for an example; he had read more web novels than he could remember, but could at most only recall the general plot. It was impossible for him to make a complete copy of any of them. 
"Break through the Sky" was an awesome novel, wasn't it? He replayed the part where the protagonist broke off his engagement over a dozen times, but he couldn't even come up with a full paragraph.
So, bye bye to recreating books. But what about songs?
"What? I have to learn stuff first?"
That immediately discouraged Meng Lang. In fact, if he really were to go down the lane of music, with all the classic songs he could remember, he could create hit song after hit song with only general knowledge of them. 
The problem was that recreating songs wasn't profitable enough. He couldn't create tunes, so he couldn't sing them himself. If he were to sell a song, he would need a talent scout first, or he would only sell the songs for cheap.
After much consideration, Meng Lang finally decided what he would plagiarize!
Scripts! He would copy classic film and TV works from his previous life! He would be a writer-director!
It was the line of work he had been in. Although he was a director, he knew enough about screenwriting. After all, most of the time, the director who transferred words into images was the one who understood the script the best, rather than the screenwriter himself. 
Copying scripts wasn't difficult for Meng Lang, since he had watched ample films and TV works. Even if he couldn't recreate them to a tee, he could at least make 80% look-alikes.
After determining that he was going to become a "great director" by recreating existing scripts, Meng Lang began to consider what script would be the best. 
Movies?
It wouldn't work! He had watched the movies of this world. They weren't inferior by much to those made by Hollywood, if not of the same standard. Moreover, the script or story-telling wasn't even that important to a movie. The promotion campaign was the top most priority.
So what if the story was great? Without investment and promotion, the best film would remain unnoticed.
What if the film's hype was passed on by word of mouth? Could that lead to a soaring box office?
Who was he kidding? As someone who worked inside the circle, he recognized the sign of paid online ghostwriters promoting a film when he saw "great word of mouth".
It was possible for a film to reverse its box office performance because of excellent word of mouth, but as far as he knew, most of the sudden outbursts of public praise of films were false impressions created by PR, which derive from the fact that the production company lacked confidence in the films at an early stage and the PR decided to give it a trial run. If the trial indicated a great likelihood that the film would succeed, the PR would increase the promotion effort immediately, creating the aforementioned false impression.
He could get into films after he had earned some capital, which was something he didn't have at the moment.
The TV series became Meng Lang's first choice.
Big-budget productions were definitely out of the question. He wanted a low budget but high return.
Did such TV series exist?
The answer was yes!
"With the perfected copyright protection, peripheral products of films and TV works will definitely work!"
Ever since he knew how copyrights were so well protected in this world and that piracy had been destroyed once and for all, Meng Lang chose three scripts that would suit his plan the best!
Balala the Fairies!
Blazing Teens!
Explosive Boys!
But why did those three domestic feature shows have cheap special effects? The answer was simple.
It was because of their low costs and high returns!
The low cost was easy to obtain. After all, they were teen-friendly feature shows and the actors and actresses were all kids. It would cost him a couple hundred thousand yuan to hire all of them and he could also go easy on the already cheap special effects, making it even cheaper.
Most people probably didn't understand the "high return" part, but with a toy factory as his "family business", Meng Lang had a thorough understanding of peripheral products of films and TV works in this world.
Meng Lang's father, a.k.a. the boss of Pengda Toy Factory, had told Meng Lang once: 
"In comparison, the manufacturing of toys makes so little money. All they need is grant authorization of this image and us, toy makers, will make the toys. No matter what the cost is, we'll have to give them 20% of our sales revenue…"
Take the core product of Pengda Toy Factory, a toy figurine known as "Kitaro", as an example. The cost was 10 yuan each with a retail price of 30 yuan. However, the animation company who owned the intellectual property rights of Kitaro didn't have to do anything. They received a net income of 6 yuan on each toy sold just by granting Pengda Toy Factory the authorization.
What about Pengda Toy Factory?
With the cost of 10 yuan, plus the distribution channel, transportation, tax, labor cost, etc., although the toys were sold at 30 yuan each, they earned less than 5 yuan for each toy sold!
A world without piracy was just this frightening!
Meng Lang had decided to produce those three teen-friendly feature shows because of that realization.
Explosive Boys and Balala the Fairies had too many special effects. Even if they were all cheap effects, the expense would still be immense.
In comparison, Blazing Teens was the most ideal one. All that had to be done was to add some shiny effects to the yo-yos and throw in an embarrassing narrator, then the show was done!
Making the show itself wouldn't be all that profitable, but some friends would be made in the process. "I don't care if you watch it. As long as you buy my yo-yos, we're the best buddies!"
That thought settled Meng Lang's mind. With the script of Blazing Teens in his hand, he walked in.


Meng Lang wakes up in a parallel universe as a fresh graduate only to realize that Pengda Toy Factory—his family business—is on the verge of bankruptcy. So, he decides to do what he does best (in his previous life) to save the day—making TV shows.
Apparently, this alternative reality where piracy has been annihilated can be a paradise for spin-off merchandise, but no production company has made good used of this opportunity until Meng Lang shows up.
Blazing Teens, the first feature show Meng Lang directs ("borrowed" from his original universe, to be more precise) introduces yo-yos to this world for the first time. Once he realizes how profitable it is to sell spin-off toys, he becomes an expert in it.
Balala the Fairies, Explosive Boys, Kamen Rider… Meng Lang is determined to become “King of feature shows” in this world. Although, to the critics, he is nothing but a toy vender…

MANY YEARS LATER

***

The summer months had come and gone, and once again September descended on the small town of Sunset Coast, California. It was, of course, an autumn only in name. The temperatures soared well into the nineties, and would continue to do so until mid-October. The ocean blew in a humid breeze that made everyone feel less sweaters and more tank tops. Even the trees weren't convinced that their time had come, staying green and leafy as the days ticked on, while their northern brothers covered the mountainsides in red and gold.

The only sure sign that the season had changed at all was the flipped calender pages in everyone's kitchens, and the deluge of college kids old and new returning for another year at Sunset Coast University, proud patron of underachieving high school students since 1946. Allie Breckenridge may not have bragged that this was her school at any job interviews, but at the end of the day, it was cozy, and it was home.

At least, when it wasn't wringing her dry for every cent she had. 

English major that she was, Allie understood more than most that books didn't just grow on trees. But online courses had no excuse costing upward of two hundred dollars for a code on a piece of paper. Every September, it was always the same. Take half her summer earnings, pawn off anything unnecessary from her tiny student home a mile away from campus, and pray to everything holy that she had enough cash to buy all her books.

She'd squeaked by with secondhand copies and a few extra shifts at the cafe her previous two years studying here. But those were her core classes. Now, as a junior, her courses were moving toward more specialized material — and in the case of her major, that meant reading. Lots and lots of reading. And more reading meant more books. Twenty novels and three anthologies, to be exact. Two new textbooks, one for history and one for French. And the two hundred dollar code for her math class, which she couldn't afford, because the professor this year had switched at the last minute from the course she actually budgeted for.

Allie bit down on her lip and groaned bitterly. There was nothing for it. With the new code, the books cost five hundred fifty dollars, and she only had four hundred to spare. If she returned ten of the scrappy used novels and one anthology, she could squeeze in under budget. But the year was just starting, and to make one hundred fifty dollars on top of her rent and utilities, she'd have to beg her manager for as many shifts as possible within the first month of school.

All because of a stupid code on a stupid piece of cardboard.

The iced coffee in her hand, now melted and mostly empty, felt a lot guiltier now than when she bought it an hour ago. With a disgusted sigh, she tossed it in the trash, put back her old British novels and Best American Short Stories, and walked to the front of the bookstore to fork over her cash.

The student bookstore sat in the back of the recently renovated student union, a couple hundred yards and two staircases down from the only entrance that wasn't still under construction. Allie hated the place, furiously, perhaps a bit unfairly, though she didn't let it stop her. Most book shops were quiet havens for her, shelves lined with colorful spines, the promise of a good story hanging thick in the air. But importantly, the student union didn't have a book shop. It had a book store, and worse, it was a university book store. Meaning: more floor space was given to orange, red, and yellow SCU merchandise than books, they kept all their fiction to a single back shelf of bestsellers, and everything they sold was much, much too expensive.

She couldn't get out quickly enough.

A line stood at the register today, young freshman grabbing last minute coursebooks and arguing over whether they needed sixth edition or seventh for Honors Algebra I. When her turn finally came, a friendly-looking girl with wavy black hair smiled at her from behind the counter. Allie had no idea where the energy for that smile came from, especially when it looked so genuine, but she did her best to return it even as the dread of a four hundred dollar purchase loomed over her.

She heaved her stack of books onto the countertop and pushed them across, where the girl took them and started scanning them with a cheery swiftness to match her smile. Allie could only watch in confused silence. No one on Earth was supposed to act this cheerful behind a register. Surely some law of the universe forbade it. Or maybe her boss was right, and this is what he meant when he said she could smile more if she just tried.

"Did you find everything you were looking for today?" the girl asked, turning her bright-eyed look from the books to Allie.

"Yes. Unfortunately," she replied, realizing too late the sardonic word she tacked on the end. She laughed to play it off as a joke, but the register girl had already quirked an eyebrow at her.

"Unfortunately?" Running her hands over the keyboard, the girl punched in the numbers of her books, then gave a quiet gasp of understanding. "Ah. Right. I think I see what you mean."

She didn't have to read off the total. The helpful green panel on the back of the register told Allie everything she needed to know: with tax, her total was $405.67. All her budgeted money, and a meal on top of it. Allie grunted, digging her worn out wallet from the back pocket of her jeans.

"Nothing I wasn't expecting, don't worry." She slid her debit card across the counter, a bit of her soul still clinging to those precious tips she'll never get back. "Kinda sucks, though. I'll be back in a month or so for the other half."

The girl's eyebrows arced all the way up now, after sliding her card through the reader with a tidy and tragic beep.

"Half? Oh, honey," she said, her voice dipping out of its customer service lilt, down to the range where a normal person might speak. "You know there are people on campus who can help you out —"

Something hard lurched in Allie's chest. The pride of a foster kid, who'd always made it on her own before. Or the innate distrust in anything — person, system, or charity — that offered to help her without asking something in return. 

She cut the girl off before she could continue. "No, no. I'm alright. I can manage." Her words came out curter than she'd hoped, but at least they welcomed no opportunity for this well-meaning girl to talk to her any longer. She grabbed the bag, her arms sagging with the weight. "Have a nice day."

"Have a nice day?"

The register girl's concerned and confused reply very nearly disappeared into the chatter beyond the door as Allie shouldered past students coming in to do their own fresh round of shopping, but she caught just enough of it to curse her stupid, pigheaded stubbornness.

Then again, that was who she was. Allie Breckenridge, reliant on no one, perfectly happy on her own. If she'd been any different, odds were she wouldn't have made it past ten.

From the ashes of a fallen kingdom, five girls rise to stand against the dark.

Allie Breckenridge has never been anything but normal. She finished in the middle of her class, got into a middle-of-the-road university -- everything since leaving behind her series of foster homes has been middle, middle, middle. She's sure all she has to look forward to is a quiet life in some suburb, forgettable in every way.

Until a demon attacks her college career fair, her archaeology TA tells her she can summon fire from her fingertips, and a hidden history of the world unravels before her eyes. 

Turns out there's more to her past than she ever thought, and even worse, it's up to her to save the future.

My name is Ambiguity, I'm basically saying that you don't need to know my name.  I'll give you a few hints though, for one thing i'm always watching, for another I'm always judging, and lastly I'm controlling. So, have you thought of a name? If you haven't then just call me Ambiguity and let me tell you a story about The Several Definitions of The Human Condition.

Number One: Personality, background, feelings, crimes, actions, regret, violence, hate, love, passion, everything here is just the tip of the iceberg. You see humans have what we call, "intelligence," and this intelligence is what made us, The Conditioners, well I'm the exception, I'm Ambiguity. I should stop prolonging this definition and just tell you outright, as stated in the Conditioners Conditions: "The Human Condition is the subjects mentality and personal state, they are subjective and judgmental." Ouch, the worst qualities of a human have been recorded sorry to say, aliens might not ever want to visit one day.

Number Two: Condition this and condition that, this gets me to the second condition, "The Human Condition is a set of repetitiveness to do the same thing over and over again without thinking or feigning ignorance of prior past." As you're reading this you might be thinking to yourself, "I wouldn't call these definitions, The Human Condition can't be summarized like this." And you'd be right. The title is rather broad, the definitions is like puddle in comparison, but what can I say, we're human.

Number Three: You've heard it in movies! You've heard it in books! You've heard it in anime! Welcome to the selfish lane avenue, the magnet to all your hatred when in actuality it should be directed to other more vile things like, people, other people, and even more people! Yes, there are a lot of people that deserve more hate. "The Human Condition is the consciousness of one and only thinks of one, meaning they think for their benefit. Another term to recognize would be deluded but is relatively different."

Quite a haul there don't we? I'm pretty sure there are more though, but anyways you probably wanted me to tell a story right? It'll be a story with a lot of humans so be wary, that's why I gave you some raw samples to give you a gist. As you can tell I said raw, as expected, it doesn't taste well does it? Well I'm not much of a writer, but I'll try my best in being the narrator. And the conditions will fill themselves along the way.

Everyone is on there cell, do they pay attention towards each other? They do, so saying things like, "being on your phone all the time is bad," or something similar is just, well it isn't wrong, but it's certainly not right either. People are crossing streets, people are protesting, people are judging, it's a normal day. Among those people is someone invisible, no-background, no identity, complete Ambiguity. I could tell you how he looks like, but his description seems to be lost since no-one has ever seen him, alive that is, that's beside the point. I'll tell you a few things though, a black hoodie, jeans, and one of those medical masks that covered his face, got an image now? I had a mission that day, I was requested to help some Conditioners finish a job, of course I could have denied, but I wanted to see the newcomers.
"Hello." I said. The group was comprised of people with different origins, ethnicity, and age. On one side you had fifteen-year old kids and at the other was a thirty-year old man. It makes sense to have a guardian, but what is the point of having an adult with you if they are just as clueless as you? Well, I expected this when I first said, "yea i'll do it."
"Oh, hello, nice to meet you, sir…?" The thirty-year old neck-beard said.
"Just call me your supervisor, since I'm here to oversee your mission for today."
"Uh, supervisor, is it a good idea to bring kids around?"
"Well for one thing, they would be less conspicuous than you. People only expect kids to be angsty teenagers so being a teenager in itself is a subtle disguise."
"You're one to talk about being conspicuous, with that whole outfit."
"I'll have you fired."
"Sorry sir."

They had a mission that day and it was a rather simple one. There was a politician running around loose, persuading the masses into believing something that they really shouldn't. The plan was simple (keep in mind, I didn't devise this plan they did, I simply watched) have the kids be, like always, a disruption, the adult will then have a "talk" with the politician.

I watched as the crowds were getting frustrated over a bunch of teens and then I watched the politician get dragged off the scene. The guards fell asleep, possibly forever, and the neck-beard gave the politician a beard that was colored in blood. Ha, get it because he is a neck-beard and… oh, never mind.
"You couldn't have done it more cleanly? Well doesn't matter anyway, you rookies finished the job."
"To be frank supervisor, I don't think there is anything 'clean' about this job."
"Yeah, I know, but we have to do it anyway, because of the definitions."
"Do you think humans are evil? You've been doing this for a long time haven't you?" They pulled away from the scene by blending in with the crowd.
"Evil? No, we're neither."
"Than what side are we?"
"The human side."
The entire group met back at an office building, the kids were sent home, of course they were given a strict lecture before they went, or should I say manipulated into a way of thinking. We do some nasty things to keep the so-called balance in check, but you gotta do what you gotta do. Like they always say, "an eye for an eye makes the world go blind," is what we're trying to prevent, but it's pretty ironic if I think about. I went back to my apartment to get some sleep. It was an isolated area that barely anyone ever went to, perfect for someone like me...

I remember that one time when I was a child I saw something of the world I wasn't supposed to see yet and that's probably why I matured the fastest among all the children my age. That's probably why I seclude myself from everything else, and the reason why I joined this balancing act.

The politician that was killed that day struck the news like a storm, "an activist for the rights and liberty was assassinated!" Well the government that he was fighting for just killed him so he did this to himself. If only he kept himself in place, we wouldn't have done anything. The definition he was killed for would be selfishness. An activist, no, more like a hungry pig that sought to expand his reign, wealth, and power, and of course the government doesn't take highly to people that want a monopoly. Someone had tried to in the past and guess what? They died and the country fell into a huge amount of debt. Your selfishness can surely help you, but don't let it take control or else we'll come after you.

I woke up and stared at the popcorn ceiling, My mind drifted off into another world, sadly it wasn't a fantasy with cute girls, no more like a world colored in gray. Everyone was the same, everyone acted the same, they robotically moved their legs and waved their arms, they signed papers and taught in schools, they worked on roads and drove around too, it was the usual life and repetitive life of humans. You won't get detained for this definition sometimes, but it sure is annoying and boring. Sadly this world was how I visualized reality, a bucket of hard-work, and sweat which meant nothing. Your lost time? It's probably in a trash bin somewhere.

The day after the politician died was nothing more than annoying, the commerce were upset, even more activists were upset, it's like a tiny civil war had broken out. "An eye for an eye," huh? Like I said it's pretty ironic, but let me tell you something, there was this book I read a long, long time ago, a rather good book that was butchered by teachers by providing so much homework for, had a theme about words. It was enlightening, no it wasn't enlightening, why did I say enlightening, it was interesting, pretty boring choice of words, but hold on for a second, grab the remote, turn on that television, or go online.
"Fraud and Corruption: Politician Uncovered," or maybe that other one over there, "Former Politician's Documents Reveal True Intentions," or what-not. Views change and guess what so did everyone, no-one and I mean absolutely no-one gave two shits about this person anymore, it's almost laughable. Everything was alright in the end, thanks to the Conditioners, thanks to our manipulation, thanks to everyone behind the scenes, we can control all your judgments and subjective views with just a few words. 

That day was actually more peaceful than all my other days now that I think about it, I got no calls, and the tea I had that day was rather refreshing. I stayed for about an hour in a cafe, many people came and went. I sipped the last sip, gave a tip, and then I dipped. "Guess I could walk around for a bit." And that's what I did.

Deep within the society there exists the subconscious of the human world, it heavily influences everything from the background and no one seems to know it. They deal with many people, many, many people, doesn't matter if they are philanthropists, the kindest of the kind, or demons that ravish themselves in selfish delight. They deal with the mind, or as many know in this world, The Human Condition.

Next day, the class started as usual, 
Use of signs, expression and basic language were taught,
101 clearly understood the sign, and expression, but language was still hard to comprehend even for him.
Days passed, the daily routine was same,
First wake up, early in the morning, the class would then start, the children were then left alone in the room, so they could play with each other, none of them knew how to speak, they would simply play with the toys given to them, most of them were in groups,
In order to fit in, even 101 was inside a group, it was made up of 3 kids, Number 101, Number 18, Number 71,
All of them were similar in height,
Number 101 had deep-black eyes, and black hair, Number 18 and Number 71 both had white hair, Number 18 had blue gem like eyes, while Number 71 had black abyss like eyes,
Different types of puzzles were given to them, one of them was a wooden box with holes of different shapes, next was wooden blocks with different shapes, by keeping the correct wooden block in the correct hole, the puzzle could be solved,
Three of them tried to solve it, Number 18 was the first to solve it, followed by Number 71, Number 101 did not even try he was simply observing the other two, he noticed every child in here was unlike normal children, their cognitive and comprehensive abilities were unlike normal children, they learnt in an incredible rate,
Number 18, noticed Number 101 had not solved the puzzle yet, thinking he could not solve the puzzle, Number 18 took one of the triangular blocks and inserted it in a triangular hole, while showing it to Number 101, 
Number 101 looked at Number 18, she was smiling, they could not speak, but from her expression he could tell, she was trying to say, "This is how you solve it, you should try it too, it's fun", 
He smiled a little, then solved the puzzle,
Number 71 did not care about others, he simply looked at the puzzles, and solved as much as he could, in most classes he would be the one who would solve the most puzzles.
In the night most kids would simply sleep for around 10 hours, but Number 101 was different, he wanted to learn, but the situation was not favorable for him, if he could read then he would be able to read books, thus be able to obtain information,
But they had not started to teach about writing, he did not have any books or papers, he could only wait,  
He would also not sleep for 10 hours, he would mostly meditate, it was a habit from his previous life, next he would do light exercise, his body was still that of a 6-year-old, he did not push it too much, 
 
The Days Continued,
After a week, most kids started to speak, little by little,
Some could speak light words, some were still struggling,
Speaking with each other's, helped them improve their vocabulary, 
Small groups started to merge, those who could speak most fluently, were the ones who took the lead,
Most groups consisted of around 12-20 people
Except one, it was the group of only three people, consisting of Number 101, Number 18 and Number 71
Number 71 did not interact with others, he minded his own business, he was like the one weird, quiet and lone kid present in most classes
Number 101 was also similar, when other tried to interact with him, he could simply stare at them with his deep black eyes, the empty expression and the black eyes, would simply scare away most kids
Number 18 was mostly interactive, most kids knew her, she was invited by various groups, but she chooses to stay with the two of them
The reason Number 71 choose to stay in this group was mostly because of the quite atmosphere and an unfamiliar yet strange feeling of similarity, Number 101 choose to stay because he did not want to join any sort of big group neither did, he want to stand out, Number 18 choose to stay was because of the uniqueness she felt in them compared to others.
"101, hel.o..…. I….a.m…. num..be.r…..18" 
"I…...a…m...…. num... ber….71"
The kids started to introduce themselves, today they were taught about basic greeting and introduction
Their voice was sluggish,
Number 101 choose to stay quiet,
Days passed,
The moment had finally arrived, papers and pen were distributed, they started to teach about letters and how to write,
Different letters were shown, they taught how they were pronounced,
In the end some assignments were given,
He tried to learn as much as he could, he tried to soke in as much information as he could, like a sponge absorbing water,
The kids were taken to a library,
The library was filled with simple story books, and history books, the kids were not allowed to learn history right now,
Only story books were given,
Most kids could not read the contents of the books,
Yet, the books were given so they could slowly start to comprehend the contents while learning in the class,
It was night time,
101 was sitting in his bed, trying to read the book, however it was not easy, even if he had 200 years of memories, his mind right now was still that of a child, he could not instantly understand all of it,
He had to read letter by letter, just reading one line took more than 5 mins,
He shook his head, "This won't do", he said to himself
Using his previous knowledge, he thought for ways to learn language faster,
The best way he could think right now was translation,
He would read the contents in the foreign language, then write it down in his own language,
By using his original language as a comparison for another language, it would increase his comprehension but would also require more effort,
He was not afraid of the effort it required, but if someone else found the pages where he translated the book, it would arouse, suspicion, that was a problem,
His sights then went towards the candle, 
"Hehe"
He found the solution
That day he did not sleep much, he spent nearly half a night translating, yet he could only cover half a page, "No matter it's just the beginning"
Other kid even did not bother looking at the books, as they have just learnt to speak, reading and writing was something they just started to learn,
"Did you guys looked at the books", Number 18 spoke, her voice was now a bit clearer, 
I shook my head denying it,
"Only the first page", Number 71 replied
Number 71 was able to read the first page in the night, while Number 101 only translated half a page, this was simply because translation took much more time than just simply reading.
 
The Days Continued,
 
2 weeks passed, most kids now started reading the books,
Some had just started,
"How many pages did you study till now?", Number 18 asked,
"Around 70 pages", Number 71 replied
"Just started", Number 101 replied
However, Number 101 had finished translating around 1/3 of the book, Number 71 was talented, with ever word he read, his comprehension increased in a rapid rate, but Number 101 progress was even faster as his method was superior and he also had a habit of learning new languages,
In the first day he could only translate half a page, in the second he completed 2 pages, in the third day 5 pages, his progress just increased, and after 2 weeks, he had translated over 100 pages,
Not only that he had also gained various insights,
Insights about this world, 
The books given were simple story books,
But even though they were just short and simple stories various things could be deduced from it,
Like what time period it was? what kind of cultures were present in this world?
Those were simple things but it was a start,
 
Right now, simple tests were being taken,
It measured how much a child had learned till now,
In the test, Number 101 would solve only the problems that gave him average results
In the test, Number 71 and Number 18 both were first and second,
Thus, various problems began to rise,
Some kids struggled with the assignment, so they asked Number 71 for help, but he bluntly refused, some even asked Number 18 but she politely refused, both of them were busy studying on their own,
This caused others to feel inferior to them,
Even in such young age some sort of hierarchy was already established
The feeling of inferiority was slowing giving birth to hatred within them.
But being kids they did not act for now,
They kept asking Number 71 for help but he refused, and Number 71 got irritated and he shouted at them, "Mind your own business you brainless idiots"
Those words had now just decided what kind of life they would life from now on,

Regrets? There is not a single person in this world who can say there is nothing I regret, everyone faces mishaps, sorrows, and tragedies, when one lies on his death bed and looks back on his life, and finds nothing but regrets, what can he do then? Nothing, you can drown in sorrow, you can curse your life, but what will that result in? In the end while we lie on our death bed, all we can do is accept choices we made, and pray that in next life you have enough wisdom to live a life without much regrets. This is a story of a king who died with many regrets, but gets a second chance in life. This time will he be able to live a life any different from before?

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