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The walls were white, the floors were white, the ceilings white, from the ceilings large armatures housed fluorescent tubes, further reinforcing the all-present white. Yet being there, waiting, the stench of death filled the air...

"Hayden? You around?" I asked loudly, hoping maybe he was just sleeping or something. But there was no answer, the place was silent, aside from the faint sound pollution coming from the downtown hub.

Should I even be snooping around? I second guessed myself as my conscience weighed over me. I know it wasn't in my place to intrude, but he did hand over his house keys to me, which means he should have been ready for me to browse around, right? Well, it is easier to ask for forgiveness than it is to ask for permission, I thought to myself as I continued to circle around the doors.

I hesitantly opened one of the doors to reveal grant bathroom that was much bigger and fancier than the one I showered in last time. The room was similar to the rest of the floor, where there were windows starting from the walls all the way across the ceiling, in fact, the only walls were on the same side as the door that I came through. I fully emersed myself into this beautiful and brightly lit bathroom, how does Hayden do his business here with literally no privacy? Surely, there were translucent curtains that neatly tucked away to the sides on the glass walls, but if you really wanted to see something, it wasn't that hard.

"He should be glad he lives on the top floor and that there's not many high rises around campus," I scoffed. There's no way I would be comfortable bathing naked fully out in the open like this, but I guess for someone like Hayden, this was no big deal.

The sink was probably the fanciest structure out of all, for it was located at the center of the room stretching vertically. I walked closer to inspect the entire sink, there were three rustic looking sinks in total built within a long table-top structure. It was much like an island you would see in bigger kitchens, but usually, sinks aren't placed in the middle of a bathroom. The three corresponding mirrors to each sink had incorporated strips of lighting around its edges. These same mirrors were supported by a single metal pole from the bottom of the mirrors connecting to the middle of the sink, where the mysterious looking tap is located. Upon further inspection, I realized that the sink was double-sided, both sides of the mirror were fully functioning along with the sink that was carved evenly on the island. In addition, the tap had sprouted water much like a fountain instead of a single stream, I sighed at this lavish detail, why was this even necessary?

I continued to browse the bathroom and walked behind the sink to meet a full standalone massage tub, stretched along the far glass walls across from the door I entered, the city view was directly visible from where I was standing. Further behind me to the right was a separate large shower space fitted perfectly to the side. Four or five people could probably shower there at the same time, not that it would happen, but that's how big the shower space was. Between the tub and the shower, folded towels upon towels among other bathroom essentials were placed neatly inside shelves of an aristocratic-looking cabinet that was twice as wide as my height.

I looked down to see a huge bath mat placed near the entrance where I came inside, and vaguely remembered that they felt like memory foam. Nevertheless, the entire floor was furnished in what was probably really expensive granite that ran across the room, they weren't tiles at all, the entire floor was smooth marble. The renovators must have put so much thought into this room, as there were strategically placed drains and small dents on the floor that helped to drain water if needed. The place was literally a giant bathroom within a bathroom, and how Hayden Whitehall manages to use this on a daily basis is beyond me.

After thoroughly inspecting the bathroom, I found myself getting curious next to the left wall that appeared to be darker than the rest of the brightly lighted glass walls. It was the only wall that was actually covered by the translucent, white curtains. So it was certainly to my surprise when I opened the curtains to see that the same glass wall was connected to Hayden's actual bedroom, and there was a connecting glass door between the two rooms. So it was to no one's surprise that I opened the door and walked into Hayden's room.

"Well, what do we have here?" I said out loud as I walked into Hayden's giant room. It was a similar structure compared to his bathroom with glass walls and ceilings all around except for the entrance, but nonetheless, it was a simplistic room.

The California King sized bed was placed in the middle of the room, which ironically is a personification of Hayden's actual ego. The bedding mostly consisted of navy blue and dark grey colours, and it certainly looked comfortable all around. Hayden also had a large office desk placed at the far wall, where large piles of paperwork and an expensive looking desktop computer were located. Further to the left of the room was a giant TV mounted over a stand, with various different gaming consoles and games laying around. Closer to the actual solid wall and was an open door which was a walk-in closet. Other than the notable furniture, Hayden Whitehall surprisingly had a simple room.

 I continued to walk around the room but eventually allowed myself to sit on Hayden's bed. It was memory foam, so it was to nobody's surprise that I would get any chance I get to at least try and sit on it. It was his fault that he allowed me inside his house anyway, I justified. 

"You know what, fuck him for not being here and making me wait," I said to myself as I fully laid down on the bed, my entire body slightly sinking as the soft bedding embraced me.

It was crazy to think that one man owned this entire two floors of living space, and to be honest nobody needs that much space anyway. But I had to admit, this place was beautiful and certainly makes the place so much homier than my initial impression of the place. I wonder if Hayden had enough lights to light up the room after sunset? He probably does, but it didn't matter, his bed was so comfy, and I didn't want to move at all.

And so I didn't move, I laid on his bed until I fell soundly asleep because I could.

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Sienna was dirt poor. 

Struggling to pay off her debts, every waking moment became an uphill battle between school and work. Until one fated opportunity is given to her by pure, dumb chance. Sienna decides it is the perfect timing to open her blabbermouth and initiate an argument with the notorious Hayden Whitehall. 

Unexpectedly, she is deceived and unwillingly dragged into the dramatic lifestyle of the elite and powerful and chosen as a candidate for The Chrysalis Project - a top-secret transformation program operated by the institution to turn commoners with troubled pasts into the elites' "playthings". In her attempts to uncover the truth, Sienna slowly grows more affectionate towards the same man that had placed her in the midst of chaos in the first place. 

There is more to the turn of events than it may appear, and soon Sienna will uncover that the real enemy is perhaps not Hayden Whitehall, but other powerful forces in play.

This situation isn't looking good.
Cullen felt breathless. He laid behind the hill miserably with a complete lack of grace. Large holes were blasted in his left chest and half of his skull. Ordinary Undead Creatures would have died to the attacks, but fortunately for him, as a Lich who was an expert in alchemy, he had many more ways to protect himself. But even so, he sensed his strength fading away quickly. Logically speaking, he should return to his campsite and heal himself immediately. However, he didn't have the time for that. He gritted his shattered teeth and felt more anxiety and frustration than ever before.
Cullen was sure that the enemy didn't just received the help of the Dawn Angels a few days ago and it was apparent from their plan to instantly eliminate his 300 Necromancers in a single wave of attacks. The Dawn Angels were the natural enemies of Mages. During the Creation War, countless Liches who were much stronger than Cullen harbored grudges against the Dawn Angels' sacred arrows and Cullen counted himself as fortunate to survive. At this moment, he gazed ahead with his magic eye tool and realized that he made a huge mistake. It was obvious that it was premeditated and the enemy had sniped his Necromancers. If not, the Dawn Angels would have wiped out his air troops easily beforehand. Instead, the enemy mobilized the Dawn Angels to only launch their attacks after the Necromancers revealed themselves. This left Cullen baffled and another thought came to his mind.
Since the enemy has the Dawn Angels for support, does it mean that he still has other trump cards?
Cullen glanced at the battlefront. Just a few more steps and the Undead Army would arrive at the base of the city walls. Although he lost quite a number of troops to the holy spears, the Undead Army led by the Skeletal Trolls pushed forward determinedly. As long as they reached the city walls…
But why do I feel so uncertain?
Rhode gazed ahead.
Beneath his feet, the city walls rumbled and shook as the gigantic steel plates embedded on the city walls revealed their menacing, iron magic cannons.
The magic cannons fired off without any warnings.
More than a hundred blazes streaked across the night sky and one would surely be blinded at the sight of the dazzling brilliance. The surging magical powers erupted out of the barrels and the scorching heat devoured and evaporated all obstacles in their paths. The Skeletal Trolls came to a halt and lifted their arms instinctively to defend against the artillery barrage. However, as more magical beams struck their bodies, their bodies shattered completely and the close distance left them without a chance to escape.
This was the first time the Undead Army was stopped in their tracks. There were catastrophic reactions for every magical beam that landed into the sea of darkness—the entire darkness shrunk, swelled, and exploded into flames that burst through the clouds.
But this wasn't the end.
The Gargoyles and Vampires suspended in midair launched their ferocious attacks once more. This time, the Death Knights had joined them as they charged forward with their pikes.
At the same time, the Battle Angels finally emerged.
In a slogan of glory, the Battle Angels shimmering in holy radiance lifted their swords. They soared in the sky and clashed with the pitch-black forces. The Death Knights were fearless against the Battle Angels and the scarlet radiance in their eyes emanated brighter.
Not enough!
Rhode stood on the platform. He could hear nothing around him no matter if it was the screams, snarls, commands, or weapon clashes. Everything had as though been submerged in the loud explosions and the ground shook like the end of the world was approaching. Scorching heat from the scarlet flames turned the pitch-black Undead Army completely into ashes. Enormous white light beams descended and proved the eternal powers in the rule of light. Rhode felt calmer than ever. The ear-deafening explosions were as though separated by an invisible wall. He stretched out his arm and the system interface emerged before him.
[Summon Phantom Mirrors]
Boom!
The calm moat around the fortress surged into tall aggressive waves. Then, the streams of water twisted and transformed into mysterious creatures that resembled thin oval mirrors. Behind them were as though translucent, fluttering octopus tentacles.
[Phantom Mirrors summoned. Please select target to copy.]
Battle Angels!
Suddenly, the momentum on the battlefield shifted.
The Phantom Mirrors tilted upward and their smooth mirrors flickered with the images of the Battle Angels. Shortly after, they transformed—their thin, oval bodies suddenly softened, and reshaped like plasticine.
In the blink of an eye, a thousand more Battle Angels emerged in midair. They didn't seem any different from the real Battle Angels, but the only difference was their crystal-clear bodies. Rhode stretched out a finger. Then, this crystal army launched forward like sharp blades and punctured the shadow in the sky mercilessly.
Cullen watched in disbelief. At this moment, he felt like a strong man who thought that he could easily win this battle, but was forced into the corner, cowering and begging a skinny rascal to spare his life. The fortress became a ferocious beast with its jaws snapped open at its prey. The formation which he gathered to strengthen his attacks seemed useless now. Although both sides were in a stalemate, Cullen was sure that if this continued…
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The dazzling radiances that streaked across the night sky disrupted his thoughts. He looked up frantically—a gigantic battleship gradually emerged from behind the mountain with its hull facing the battlefield. Shortly after, another string of glaring brilliance erupted.
The momentum has shifted.
Cullen understood clearly that he was guaranteed to lose this battle if this continued. The enemy was ready and had been waiting for him to take the bait. As a commander, he was aware that the Undead Army's struggles were only instinctive. The emergence of the magic cannons and Battle Angel Army became the last straw that overwhelmed the balance. If he didn't come up with changes, it would be almost inevitable that he would fail.
Almost… but it wasn't for sure. If he held a powerful force to completely overwhelm the enemy, he might still stand a chance to defeat them and conquer the fortress!
Cullen turned around and gazed at the back. The spiritual flames in his eyes burned intensely as though he was making a tough decision. Finally, he gritted his teeth and pulled a Necromancer toward him.
"Report to Her Highness Erin that the situation is critical and we need reinforcements!"


Rhode is a legendary guild leader of the most influential guild in the VRMMO, Dragon Soul Continent. In order to cope with the death of his beloved sister, he dived into the game for seven long years. During this period, Rhode tries his best to alleviate his emotional pain through gaming, but alas, his life shatters once more when he heard his parents perish in a plane crash.

A month after the incident, he made a decision to quit the game and return to the real world. But just before that, as a final farewell, Rhode decides to fight the most powerful BOSS in the game with his guildmates. In the end, he defeats the BOSS at the expense of his avatar's life. Rhode smiles as his avatar dissipates in a beam of light. However, instead of respawning at the usual platform...

...

"W-wha...!"

Rhode shot up and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling.

And thus, a player who had been creating legends in the game for three eras disappeared just like that...

Calvin blinked several times in the blindingly bright room, he could even feel the heat of the lights patting him and warming whatever skin that shone. Eventually, his eyes grew adjusted, and he looked at the object in his hand.
His vision had grown blurry in a matter of seconds, but he could still tell that the object was bright pink and rectangular.
"No..." He gasped as he held it closer to his eyes. "...no..." The bright pink cassette recorder was cracked and the thin tape inside was now a tangled mess like a person's intestines. "Ai Di..."
Calvin looked up and and saw himself staring back. In a panic, he stepped back into a mirror that shook loudly on its fixations. His breath grew short and heavy as he spun to scan his surroundings to see the same image, over and over again.
Even though chills shook down his spine, his knees felt as if they were going to fall off and there were going , he sprinted through the maze of mirrors. If he ran into a mirror or a dead end( both which happened more often than not), he would turn and begin running until he hit another mirror. But the more he ran, the more the lights above began to flicker.
"Benson, you're here aren't you..." He muttered as he ran into another dead end. "...I should've realized when I saw the word 'Bobby' at the entrance."
A mirage of Benson seemed to flicker from mirror to mirror as he disappeared in one and then reappeared in another, not saying a word. He wore a white uniform, and white shoes, something that Calvin had never seen. A white fedora tilted forward prevented Calvin from seeing the top half of his face; but he could see the bottom half which revealed a thin smile. He seemed to be saying something, but Calvin could neither hear what he said now know how to lipread.
His head was a jumbled mess of words and emotions ranging from fear to anger to resentment to guilt.
"Show yourself, Benson!" Calvin shouted, continuing to run. Then softly, to himself, "Am I running in a circle...?"
"You are." Benson's voice echoed over an invisible intercom, loud enough to shake and vibrate across the rows or mirrors.
"Where are they!?" Calvin clutched the bright pink cassette tape closer to his chest.
"Who? Your pawns?"
"They're my friends, goddammit, Benson!"
"Oh? Friends? Well, there's one I'm surprised he's still here."
Fang Wen's face crossed Calvin's mind, but he shook it away. "Show yourself and talk to me in person, coward!"
"You're the real coward here, not showing your true powers..."
"I---"
"Don't 'I' me, Collin...or should I say, 'Calvin'...?"
"Benson!" Calvin yelled. He froze in place at the middle of a dead end, staring at the only entrance. Benson grew closer and closer as he passed through the mirrors, his white shoes clacked softly against the black tarp that covered the floor.
Calvin unrolled his left sleeve and the aspen eyes glowed pink (a slightly different shade from the cassette recorder, but still pink).
"Benson, I'm---!"
"'I'm sorry?'" He bellowed in a low growl. The lights flickered and he appeared a few feet before Calvin. He tipped his hat back a little and peered at Calvin with one eye. "Were you going to say...'I'm sorry?'"
Calvin's jaw was left hanging and no sound escaped his lips.
"Is that...enough for what you have done?"
"I---"
"Calvin..." Benson shook his head in disappointment. "...the only way you can repay what you've done is either with your life or with the rest of the powers."
"No...I---"
"No? No!?" Benson lunged towards Calvin as the mirrors flew off the walls, shattering into sharp shards in midair. Calvin ducked away and raised his hand, dissipating a wall of glass and phasing through the rest. He phased back too soon and a shard of glass grazed through his sleeve, leaving a sharp hole in his sleeve, and a deep gash on his skin and on one of the eye-shaped markings. The eye blinked once more before fading and turning black. Benson noticed the sudden fade, and a grin curled across his face. "Oh?"
"Shit." Calvin muttered as he began stepping back into the dead end, attempting to ignore the stinging pain swelling in his arm.
"Your illusion skills have gotten much better."
Calvin winced in both cringe and pain while shards of glass and mirror laid across the floor around him. The mirrors that Benson had summoned revealed the interior of the tent, which was pitch black aside from a single light bulb dangling from a single wire at the very top.
Benson attacked again, he rose his hands and the mirrors began to rise and tilt itself until it was directed towards Calvin. With a large "crack!" that shot through the air like a rifle, the mirrors shattered and flew towards Calvin. He teleported to a dark corner of the tent, hoping Benson could not see him as the shards of glass and mirror shattered into even smaller pieces a few feet from the spot where he stood.
Without a moment of hesitation, Benson turned towards Calvin's spot in the dark corner, and even more pieces came flying towards him. He took a quick breath and teleported behind Benson with an outstretched hand.

The shuddering aura emanated from the center of the ancient city and permeated to every single corner, shrouding over every cultivator!
On the South city wall, many cultivators were about to charge up to kill the spirit tiger and monkey. However, they paused in their tracks all of a sudden.
On the East city wall, the young lady transformed from the little fox panted slightly.
The Golden Lion's massive figure fell to the corner of the wall, coughing out huge mouthfuls of blood with a tuckered expression.
Although it was a pure-blooded ferocious beast, it could not withstand the combined force of dozens of Glass Palace cultivators - it was severely injured the moment they clashed!
However, the dozens of cultivators did not continue in their pursuit.
Every single cultivator in the ancient city felt a chill down to their bones and turned around instinctively.
Nobody knew what would happen after two Demon Revealing Mirrors were knocked over.
All the cultivators wanted to know if the remaining two Demon Revealing Mirrors could support the Omnidirectional Demon Suppression Formation and continue locking the monster incarnate where he was!
Even the heartbeat of the Sealer, Elder Xiu, in midair skipped a beat.
At that moment, it seemed as though time had frozen.
One breath.
Two breaths…
Su Zimo was still motionless where he was.
Although there were two Demon Revealing Mirrors missing, the runes of the Omnidirectional Demon Suppression Formation were still present and hovered above Su Zimo's head with a firm lock!
Elder Xiu was the first to react as he yelled, "Everyone, don't panic! The runes of the formation are still present and that beast can't break free! The rest of you, head over to guard the Demon Revealing Mirrors on the West and North city walls!"
"Nothing must happen to the two Demon Revealing Mirrors!"
Elder Xiu bolted towards the West city wall as he spoke.
"Fufufufu!"
Suddenly, Su Zimo laughed from the middle of the formation in the ancient city in an unsettling manner.
Elder Xiu was not wrong.
Su Zimo was still unable to break free after two Demon Revealing Mirrors were knocked over.
However, it was also logical that the strength of the Omnidirectional Demon Suppression Formation would diminish after two columns of light were gone.
With the diminished strength of the formation, another power within Su Zimo's body had already been unsealed!
Turning around, Su Zimo glared at the back of Elder Xiu coldly.
Elder Xiu who was in midair suddenly frowned.
He could vaguely sense that someone was glaring at him from the back; it was like a piercing light.
Immediately after, he felt an extreme sense of danger surging from the depths of his heart!
It was an extremely uncomfortable feeling.
Elder Xiu turned around.
Immediately, his eyes were widened with fear in them, as though he had just witnessed an incomparably horrifying scene!
In the middle of the ancient city, a white light was bouncing in Su Zimo's right eye, intensifying and turning brighter!
"Visual technique?"
Elder Xiu could not react from his stupor in time.
A bedazzling beam of light shot forth from Su Zimo's right eye, illuminating the entire world like day as though it was a blazing sun!
Illumination Eye!
The first power to break free after two Demon Revealing Mirrors were knocked over was the Illumination Eye!
Illumination Eye was cultivated through gazing at the blazing sun day and night.
In reality, it had already transcended beyond the power of Inner Core and was almost on the same level as the Heaven and Earth powers.
In other words, the power of Illumination Eye was a type of Dharmic power!
Boom!
An incomparably brilliant beam of light shot forth and penetrated the void, almost crossing half the ancient city as it pierced Elder Xiu's abdomen!
The world seemed to have gone still.
Instantly, the darkness in the ancient city was purged away by the beam of light.
A gigantic hollow wound appeared on Elder Xiu's abdomen and his body was almost snapped.
In fact, there was no trace of blood around the wound - everything was scorched into ash by the power of Illumination Eye and it was terrifying!
The beam of light did not strike Elder Xiu at his vitals.
However, all life had been wiped away from Elder Xiu at that moment.
Illumination Eye had already burned away every single bit of life in his organs!
In reality, that body was already a corpse at that moment!
The only reason why he did not fall immediately was the presence of his Essence Spirit.
Unfortunately, he was almost at the end of his lifespan to begin with and his Essence Spirit was extremely weak. Even if it could break free from the shell of his body, it would not last for more than three breaths!
The murderous intent that shrouded the ancient city alone was more than enough to destroy his extremely fragile Essence Spirit!
Elder Xiu's dimmed and he no longer had any hopes left.
His death was certain and he did not have any regrets.
His true concern was that the Omnidirectional Demon Suppression Formation was most likely unable to hold down the monster incarnate any longer!
The true target of the visual technique was not him, but the Demon Revealing Mirror on the West city wall behind him!
The beam of light penetrated his body and struck the West city wall.
Five cultivators that were standing guard in front of the Demon Revealing Mirror were pierced by the beam of light instantly.
One of them had a full half of his body cut off entirely.
Another cultivator's head was sliced into half!
Boom!
Eventually, the beam of light from Illumination Eye struck the Demon Revealing Mirror and knocked it onto the ground.
Another column of light from the Demon Revealing Mirror disappeared from Su Zimo.
Night loomed down once more.
At the same time, a dark fog enveloped everyone's minds.
Although the Omnidirectional Demon Suppression Formation was still present, the runes surrounding it had faded considerably.
"All Glass Palace cultivators, listen up! Hurry and leave this place, escape as far as you can!"
Elder Xiu exhausted the final bit of his strength and bellowed.
Immediately after, Elder Xiu's glabella shone and a black mountain peak the size of a thumb appeared in midair.
Dharmic power fluctuated right after.
The black mountain peak expanded rapidly with the wind and blanketed Su Zimo's head with a large shadow before crushing down!
Elder Xiu knew that he was dead for sure and this was the final thing he could do.
It would be for the best if he could kill Su Zimo on the spot.
If not, he would still make his death worthwhile if he could buy enough time for the remaining Glass Palace cultivators to escape.
"Ah!"
The moment he knew that monkey and the spirit tiger had attacked the city, Su Zimo was already fuming with rage.
Now that three Demon Revealing Mirrors had been knocked off and the pressure on him was relieved considerably, he could not help but rear his head and release a deafening roar filled with killing intent!
The final Demon Revealing Mirror that was remaining and the Omnidirectional Demon Suppression Formation could no longer seal his Inner Core!
Su Zimo's eyes shone brightly, dark as ink, and his black hair swayed in the air.
Blood qi surged in his body while his Inner Core circulated wildly, releasing a scarlet demonic qi around him - his body was expanding at a rapid pace!
Crackle!
Pang! Pang! Pang!
Su Zimo's tendons and bones sounded at the same time as he flesh expanded.
Right in front of everyone, that body that was around seven feet tall instantly grew to more than a hundred feet - he was like a towering ancient fiendcelestial with a torrential ferocity!
Many cultivators on the city walls were already scared out of their wits.
Right in front of them, the massive figure grew to a height that was even taller than the city walls!
What happened was way too shocking!
Like a demon king and divine being, that figure seemed like it could crush and destroy everything in its path!



He is a young man without a spirit root. It is believed that this denies him the chance at cultivation. However, a mysterious lady imparts a Supreme Demon Classic to him and from then on, he starts his path of cultivation.
He undergoes a total transformation to emerge as the most fearsome and powerful fiendish demon in his era, that even immortals and fiends are fearful of him, and saints are at his beck and call.
Mastering the Supreme Demon Classic is the turning point in his life. He is able to unleash his immense and divine power from within, illuminating the entire universe!

~ White family villa ~

Later in the evening, Sarah and Aiden are in his room. 
Two of them spend few hours in the morning working on tasks related to White corp. During the day, they are training security personnel, and after dinner Sarah and Aiden are digging up information about the 'King' person. 
They could not find anything related to King, because fake name was used to purchase that unit 12B across the hall of Sarah's and Aiden's apartment in Fairfield. But they did track the account which was used to pay the apartment. The same account was used for purchase of 12A unit several years back, and then it was sold to Stella last year. 
Owner of the account was non-existent. It was a fake name. However, they still found some leads, because that account was also used for purchase of several other properties. One of them is a warehouse in Chicago suburbs, while others are residential.
Sarah was looking at information about properties purchased with that bank account and was thinking aloud: "We can watch these apartments, but I doubt we will find anything useful. All of them are similar to the 12B unit from Fairfield. Apartments are in buildings without video surveillance. If it's not for Eve, we would not capture King at all. But the warehouse might have some clues…"
"You think that we should go and check it out?", Aiden guessed her thoughts.
Sarah nodded. "These photos from street show that there is a video surveillance. But whatever they have set up, it's closed circuit, so unless we go there, we can't see what is going on. We should go and check it out. We might find some other clues." 
She saw that he is not enthusiastic about this, probably because he does not want to put her in danger, and she was right. However, Aiden understands that it's important to find out about King and organization behind him, and this warehouse is currently their only clue.
They agreed to go together and investigate that warehouse in Chicago area. When Jeff and JoAnna come back to Reno, they will discuss this and come up with a plan. They want to do this, but they want to keep their safety as priority. So, they need a plan. A detailed plan which will ensure that they don't rush into danger recklessly. 

~ Los Angeles ~

At the 22nd floor of White corp. large mirror panels are being installed on the walls in one of the offices which is close to CEO's office. 
Mirrors are in place, and few people are cleaning them, making sure they are spotless.
Jeff is observing installed mirrors with a smile on his face. Why is he smiling? Because he will use this office as a dance studio. Dance instructor will come here secretly and teach him moves which he will use on his wedding day to swoop JoAnna off her feet. For a dramatic effect he is going for, this needs to be kept a secret from JoAnna. 
He was all giddy while imagining her expression when he asks: 'Mrs. White, can I have this dance?'... and she will be like 'Sure...' but she will think it will be just slow left-right thing they usually do... but then he will twirl her and do stuff... and she will be all like: 'Ahh! My fabulous husband!'… and he will be: 'Yes, yes... that is me!' 
Jeff was not aware that now he had a goofy smile on his face, and he was shaking his head slightly.

Steve was reluctant to interrupt whatever daydream his Boss was having, but they had a tight schedule, and he needed to ask him something. He cleared his throat few times to get Jeff's attention. It took a while for Jeff to notice him.

"Boss, I narrowed down list highly recommended dance instructors to four.", Steve showed his tablet to Jeff.
"Hire them.", Jeff didn't even look at the tablet. He was enjoying his daydream, and Steve interrupted it.
"Which ones?"
"All of them." Jeff looked at Steve like he is not understanding something obvious. "I want one class in the morning and one in the afternoon. Every day, whenever I'm in. Make sure that at least one of those instructors is available. And follow up if I need any special clothes or shoes for my lessons. But I don't want to wear those tight fitting pants. Also… you will be responsible that they come here with my private elevator. I don't want to risk Anna to find out about this in advance."
Jeff saw Steve nod and then added. "Did you send those house listings to Anna?"
"Yes, Boss! To Miss Hill and to Bridgette." Steve paused for a second and added: "And those three to Aiden as well."
Jeff gave a small nod and focused back on the mirrors. 
He was getting impatient with slow progress on house hunting, so he looked at available listings and saw that really there is nothing satisfactory. Jeff decided to call few people, and within an hour he got dozen addresses with photos and property descriptions. He is not sure (and does not care) how come those homes suddenly became available, but he confirmed that they are not publicly available for sale.
Since Aiden told him that he and Sarah are looking for a house, he also checked if some might be interesting for them and decided to send them three listings. If they end up getting any of it, that means that he will be in the same city with his brother. Jeff likes that idea. It's been a long time since he and Aiden lived in the same city. And he is confident that JoAnna would love to have Sarah close by.
Smile crept back on Jeff's face while he thought how he will twirl JoAnna on the dance floor, and how she will be surprised and happy.

~ Downtown Los Angeles, coffee shop ~

JoAnna and Bridgette are having coffee and chatting. There is number of bodyguards around them. JoAnna is used to them now.
They got message from Steve with links to information on dozen of houses which Jeff selected.
"Wow! They are all great!", Bridgette exclaimed as they went through information on the properties and photos available. "Do you want to check them out now?"
"There are too many…", JoAnna frowned. She already checked so many houses in last few weeks and is tired. "How about we look them up on the map? All of them are on large lots and spacious. The smallest house has eight bedrooms and ten bathrooms. So size is not a problem. If we are not happy with finishes, we can always redecorate. Let's see which ones are good in terms of location and use that to narrow down choices. Location is most important."
They found one house which is in the city limits, relatively close to White corp. and LA Medical Center. 
"When can we see it? We should call the realtor.", JoAnna ended with a mumble. She does not like that realtor lady very much.
"Steve said in email that we don't need realtor. We just need to go there and say that Mrs. White came to see the property…", Bridgette laughed. "Your future husband is something."
"Yes, he is.", JoAnna grinned. "He is the best."

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.

Mature content! 18+

***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 ***

Excerpt from the novel...

"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 a 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!!!
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--??? POV--
'How long? How long have I been trapped in this forsaken prison of blood? What happened to the cosmic mana stream? When I awoke, it was gone, and it was essential for my escape.' I sigh, 'I originally wanted to escape for a rematch, but I've been in here so long that even my desire to fight that vicious Goddess again has faded.'
Opening my eyes once again, I stare out onto the bizarre facility of metal. Underneath my prison, they have me suspended by metal claws like they're afraid of making contact with the material that makes up my prison… but I can't fault them too much; it could instantly turn weaklings to sludge.
To my left and right, run two metal walkways, each with a railing. Around me sits four giant mirrors that seem to be designed with the idea of only allowing them to see me and me not see them. However, such petty tricks won't work on me.
The rest of the room is simply made of thick looking metal that appears to have a red hue. Though sometimes I wonder if the metal is dyed red or if it is simply because of where I am.
My attention turns back to the four mirrors. From them, I can see the tattered remnant of my muscular form. My once blazing yellow and white feathers that ran up my chest and neck have long since disintegrated in this caustic blood mixture. My golden helmet that resembled an osprey crumbled away long ago, leaving nothing but a few bits and pieces stuck to my skin. My deadly talons and feet didn't even make it since the goddess liquified them with her cursed magic. As for my skin, It was millennia ago that most of it melted away, and the muscles beneath were exposed to the mixture. The only thing remaining is bones, some muscles, and a few patches of skin.
Outside of my prison, two human men speak to another man who seems a little different than the others, possibly foreign. They often point to me as if assuring them of something. This is eons better than where I was buried before they dug me up. At least here something happens besides the occasional scorpion crawling by; not since those people built that pyramid around me all that time ago have I been surrounded by so much activity. But still...
'There is one thing I crave something essential to my very existence, and I would do anything to have it. What I crave is...'
"Beta entity 4 located…
Uploading entity data to Cosmic System now…"
…
…
…
'Ha...hahahahahah! Finally! Finally! Finally! It's time, this will cripple my body and drain my soul, but that's okay! I'm okay with starting over from the beginning as a weakling. I have many fond memories of those times all those millennia ago. Fighting with my brothers, ripping apart walls that were thought to be unbreakable, challenging those that were thought to be unchallengeable, I simply adored every second of it!'
**Chink**
A crack appears in my prison as my body becomes hot like burning lava. What remains of my flesh begins to bubble as it pushes against the goddess's prison.
'I cannot wait; I am so excited that I will start now.' I grin, 'But that's to be expected, acting on impulse is a bad habit of beings like me. We are simply used to being untouchable and rarely consider the consequences of our actions, but I cannot sit in here any longer!'
**Chink**
'I'll just have to remember that it'll be different and even weaklings could challenge me, but honestly, that makes my blood simply boil! The things I'll be able to teach this sleepy world!'
**Boom!**
Pieces of crystallized blood and liquids explode across the room. The liquid hits the mirrors and corrodes them on impact instantly while the crystallized blood simply shoots through both the mirrors and the thick steel as if made of butter. The first thing that assaults my senses is a loud blaring reminiscent of a warning horn from the past.
"W-what! It broke out; it's moving!"
Hot steam starts to shoot out from the walls obscuring my vision, but as before, it does little to me. I take a step forward on what remains of my feet and stop for a moment to regain my balance.
While adjusting, I laugh and yell, "Hahaha! Humans, I require a new body, I'll ask for volunteers first. Just know in the past it would have been a great honor that millions would have coveted! So knowing this is anyone willing to give me their body!?"
"It can talk!? Fire the darts! Activate the turrets! We have a high-level breach!" a human bellows.
Suddenly my flesh that is already sloughing off is assaulted by countless darts filled with blue liquid and tiny metal objects. Yet, even in my state of near-death, these darts and metal don't even manage to pierce my flesh.
Still, this atmosphere excites me, "I like it! I thought humans were cowards, but perhaps times have changed! I shall honor you, humans, by giving you a battle as you desire. Please, forgive me if I do not meet your expectations as I am not like I used to be."
I charge forward, warping the ground with each of my steps. Raising my fist, I bring it down upon one of the humans.
**Splat**
"Essence Acquired 6"
Unexpectedly, they offer essentially no resistance, almost like someone who has never leveled a day in their life. Raising my leg and bringing it down onto another human I achieve the same results.
"Essence Acquired 7"
Bewildered, I look at the foreigner, "Why are you humans so weak? Even children should be stronger than this."
"I-I'm sorry I don't know what you mean!" the man speaks.
"Human. What is your name?"
"M-Mio Nakamura." the man bows, but it does little to hide his shaking legs.
"Well, Mio, you should know that I will take good care of your body and soul for you!"
"No, please!" Mio screams.
I grab Mio with my left hand as he squirms, "Divinity's Last Rites!" I shout.
"Entity is placing a command that will strip the entity of all levels, divinity, and a portion of the entity's memories. Entity will only be able to transfer as much of the entity's soul as new vessel can contain. Additionally, the entity's throne will be forfeit or inaccessible. Does the entity wish to continue?"
I hesitate for a moment, only for my right arm to fall from my body and splatter on the ground.
"I will be different after this, but yes, otherwise I'll simply melt into a puddle."
A large yellow seal appears beneath my feet and like a warrior charging into battle, I roar, shaking the very building's foundation and causing pieces of the ceiling to fall.
"I am the greatest warrior to have ever lived! So regardless of how I change, I shall both preserve and build my legacy anew! The mountains will step from my path or they will crumble, the people shall shout my name or die whispering it, and nature itself will provide for me or burn; just as it did in the past! May the Earth itself never forget my name!"
On Mio's forehead, a symbol of an eye with an osprey head as the pupil is burned and glows with a yellow light. At the same time, a yellow light shines from my own raggedy body as it begins to crumble like sand and spin. The sand begins to rotate like a tornado around Mio and myself as his body also begins to breakdown.
Now it feels as if my consciousness is split into many different areas at once as the sand of our two bodies begins to become intertwined. As Mio's soul is absorbed into my own, I begin to learn and understand things about the world I did not before. While at the same time, I forget things I vaguely recall thinking I would never forget, regardless of the process.
Crushing my feelings of loss and looking through Mio's memories, I'm a bit surprised.
'So this world has gone without any mana whatsoever? I thought it was just the interface, but they had absolutely nothing. No wonder these humans were squashed like paste.'
The sand blows, tearing at the walls of the metal room and begins to converge. My line of sight falls by several feet when I find myself standing in a room that now appears giant.
'I am so short now. I do not like it.'
"Diplomat Mio!? Are you okay where did Subject Zeta go?"
Glancing down at the suit Mio was wearing, I button my jacket to hide a feather that has sprouted from my chest. Suddenly a large group of humans runs in equipped with what I now know are rifles and machine guns.
"Yes!" I shout. "...Wait."
Remembering that I've started over, I calm myself and run through Mio's memories.
"Uh, I mean yes he left me alive because he needed me to deliver a message." I try to answer casually.
"A message? What did he say?" one of the humans asks.
"He said, 'What I crave is War and I, Cyril, shall have it.'"

In the distant past, mana flowed freely across all the Earth. There were numerous races, ferocious beasts, monsters, and even gods. These forces put considerable pressure upon humanity, pushing their population to the lowest point in history. In an effort to save his worshippers, the God of Heaven initiated his so-called "War of Righteousness". 

Many races were devastated, however none more so than the blood race. With her people facing extinction, the Goddess of Blood created the spitefully named Evil Goddess System to preserve her legacy in the worst-case scenario. Eventually, the Goddess fell, and the blood race went extinct.

Not long after the Earth was cut off from the cosmic mana stream and the numerous magical creatures inexplicably and suddenly vanished.

Tens of thousands of years passed, and humanity spread across the Earth. Finally, having sensed the slow return of the Earth's mana, the Evil Goddess System began to search for the inheritor of the Goddess's legacy.

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Saga is a world evenly divided by oceans and lush forests. While they appear to be peaceful and welcoming. That would be your undoing, as the territories outside of the Eight Kingdoms are perilous. Beasts with extraordinary powers and features roam free. They also have a taste for human flesh, making matters worse.

The Eight Kingdoms are divided evenly: half of the kingdoms are large isolated islands that fight an endless battle to tame the sea. While the other half of the Eight Kingdoms, share the largest continent at the edge. They are separated by the Patient Death Forest, making a diamond shape if someone drew them connected on a map. Each kingdom has a port that connects them to the sea. This has been the only way the kingdoms have conducted trade and contact.

While all attempts to expand and conquer the forest have failed. The four continent kingdoms have not given up this ambition. Our story begins with the eighth kingdom, or to those who live there Lost Glaive. A foundation of stone, wood and metal. The kingdom itself has a square wall with towers at each corner, marked it's borders.

The port at the back was linked to the ocean and sat just outside the wall. There were two gates parallel to each other, one where the port faced and the other leading to the forest. While the wall obscured the kingdom, from sight. The kingdom itself consisted of farm land and markets on top. The residential areas and other craft workshops were underground.

It was an elaborate stone carved series of tunnels and structures, all lit with fire tracing the walls. It took them thousands of years to accomplish this feat of engineering. It paid off and three sections were made. Low district the area closest to the surface. Deep district where the academic and government practice. Followed by the Core district, where only nobles and royalty can live.

The Lost Glaive had an elaborate network of columns. They also doubled as the outlined roads and paths. While the columns themselves weren't detailed, they were carved smooth. Given the radius of 15 Feet or 4.572 Meters and designed in a grid pattern. All structures were in the center of the clearings and given even spacing, retaining a sense of order.

Jet, our unfortunate protagonist, is reaching his 16th birth month. The test everyone dreads is around the corner. While he shouldn't have anything to worry about, if he barely gets a recognizable score nothing changes. He would still be one of the many orphans running around looking for work. The scary thought was if he actually exceeded scores.

That was a one way ticket to the research department of the academy. Something every noble wanted for their progeny. The research department always turned out exceptionally strong magicians. However, the First king had left an eternal decree. Those who exceed any score on the test must be sent to the research department. 

The test itself was an observation of the all seeing crystal known as Aether vein. A pure colorless rock that is worth its weight in platinum. It's unique properties were amplifying, identifying and storing magic. The only way to obtain this vital resource is to carve it out of monsters. Aside from that, it's a rare resource needed for any kingdom to survive.

In fact at the immediate moment, Jet had been tasked with delivering flame imbued Aether vein to the forge masters. He was a slim built teen with a pale complexion and dark short unruly hair. Hazel eyes that were adapted to the dark and fared alright in daylight. Dressed in what many consider second hand, hand me downs. A faded long sleeved shirt fraying at the cuffs and collar. With repaired dark pants that had seen better days.

Jet had been carrying a wooden crate that was nailed closed. He stood before the eastern forge, a large stone column hollowed out inside as a chimney. This job was one of the five essential sources of income any orphan could hope to get. Standing before the entrance, a metal door designed to be raised and lowered. The door raised shortly after he knocked on it.

"You got my shipment?" A deep voice asked.

"Right here," Jet handed over the wooden crate.

Two soot muscle ripped arms took the crate and the door lowered with a heavy clang.

"Seals are intact, thank you!" The voice yelled through the door.

"Have a good day," Jet pardoned himself.

Before Jet knew it, a voice echoed in his head. 'Did you complete the delivery?' It asked. 'Just delivered it a moment ago,' Jet answered. 'Come by and pick up your pay,' The voice ordered before only silence remained.

"Damn psychics always intruding in my head without my permission," Jet groaned, rubbing his temples.

Jet made his way to his employer which was a fair distance away. By the time he arrived at the all too familiar scent of spirit ash. An addictive substance usually smoked but could be brewed into alcohol. His employer, Dawn Green is a home brew avid smoker. The old timer is rich and has expensive tastes that even nobles acknowledge.

Once he got close enough to the stone cube cut building. The pungent odor hit him first, always reeking of alcohol and smoke. Bracing himself, Jet walked to the building and stopped at the front door. Knocking before entering, all he heard was, "Come in." Jet entered and immediately saw the purple robed elder, smoking a cigar.

Dawn Green was a short bald man with a thin build. He had a ghostly pale complexion and gray eyes. The elder had definitely seen better days. They had a worn out presence, but still managed a business. Upon seeing Jet he managed a false impressed smirk. Dawn Green had an impressive collection of items hanging from his walls, with good looking furniture.

"Delivery was completed on time, take that box and be on your way!" Dawn Green ordered.

Jet just wordlessly did as he was told. Picked up a surprisingly light paper box and left. As soon as he was far enough away from Dawn Green's place he opened the box. He was livid at the discovery, a drab gray pair long sleeved shirt and a pair of black trousers, all new. There was an old leather belt on top of it all to add insult to injury.

"Damn it all," Jet cursed angrily.

Instead of his usual payment in money, he got new clothes. Probably for dirt cheap, knowing Dawn Green. The worst part was Dawn Green knew he could get away with it. He promised payment, just never cold hard cash. Not much to do except dig into his savings and get a cheap meal.

Jet made a quick stop at his place, and stashed his "payment." His home wasn't much aside from the doorless closet and single bed. There was a bathroom but it needs a lot of work. He grabbed some of his savings, hidden under his bed. Then made his way to the market district on the top side for dinner.

-Deep district, Emerald Glade Academy-

Emerald Glade was the largest building in the Deep district. A giant rectangular column in the center of the kingdom. The meeting room was occupied by the Academy Headmistress, the crown prince and several nobles. Only the Headmaster and crown prince were physically there. The nobles had projected themselves from mirrors that lined the room.

The meeting room itself was a long room with a small table and four chairs in the center. Two of which were occupied, while the rest of the room was lined with full length mirrors on the walls. The Headmistress was an ashen woman in her thirties. Scarlet red hair and eyes with an elegant build. She was dressed in a green suit with bronze buttons and lining.

The crown prince had been dressed in a white suit with gold buttons and lining. He had an ashen complexion with amber eyes and dark brown hair. He looked young but in actuality was in forties and a toned build. The nobles only appeared on the mirrors as a swirling mist on the mirrors.

"Alright, now that everyone is present let's begin with the upcoming magic aptitude test," The Headmistress started.

"It's to be hosted tomorrow afternoon is it not?" A noble asked.

"Correct, but that's not what I want to talk about," The Headmistress assured.

"Then please tell us why you ask for our presence, if that wasn't the concerning matter?" The crown prince asked.

"I believe we may see commoners being admitted to the academy this year and so on," The Headmistress stated, causing nobles to scoff.

"Not gonna happen."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"They have practical skills not magical talent."

"Silence!" The crown prince roared with his voice becoming thunderous.

"Shall I explain?" The Headmistress offered.

"Yes," The crown prince sighed with his voice returning to normal.

"I believe you all read the theory of the previous Headmaster and I have proof that supports it," The Headmistress explained.

"Magic mutation based on parents of the offspring?" The crown prince asked, getting a nod from the Headmaster.

"You all remember the commoner girl who claimed to have molded rock like clay?" The Headmistress continued, "Well after working with her for the past year. I unlocked her full potential and have her working with the staff to maintain repairs on the academy."

"Impressive, I believe that our Headmistress has submitted an interesting point," The crown prince acknowledged.

"One girl proves nothing." 

"It was chance not mutation."

"Unless a substantial number of commoners are admitted, we can't confirm anything."

"Enough!" The crown prince roared thunderously again.

"Meeting is adjourned and I suggest you look at this months candidates for we may see more changes to come," The crown prince concluded.

The realm of Saga is ruled by magic and those who command it. While monsters prevent humanity from expanding from the Eight Kingdoms. The cast system is irrefutably harsh and unjust. Upon the sixthteenth month of every child in the kingdom. They will be tested for their capacity in magic. Depending on the results, it could be beneficial or condemning. 

For Jet, a commoner orphan in the low district. Has been ranked higher than anyone could've expected. Now facing harsh treatment from the upper class, after being admitted to the prestigious academy of Emerald Glade. Jet will have to carve his own path to earn his keep. No matter how many times he falls, he must rise again.

I was woken by a loud voice in my ear saying "WAKE UP!"
I opened my eyes to see a small light flashing above me. My hands were bound together above my head with chains colder then ice, the room was dim and smelled of rust and dirt.
My body hurt from the previous fight,  my shoulder hurt far worse than it had before, and having my arms above me didn't make it feel any better.
Standing in front of me was someone I knew well, and boy did she hate me. But With good reason, I had done something to cause her to hate me. Something that cannot be taken back or changed. Something I half regretted.
 
my eyes focused on her face, she was wearing all black, a tank top and black skinny jeans. her Dark eyeliner made her cold dark brown eyes look as dark as night, her hair was still in a ponytail of darkness. she was scowling at me. 
"Hello, again Adrian," I said through a painful sigh, "I was hoping that was a dream."
 "yes, well if it were a dream," she said, "I wouldn't be able to do this." she hit me hard in the gut causing me to flinch as pain rushed through my abdomen.  "do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for this?" 
"a few years?" I asked with a dry cough, "give or take."
"six years and four months to be exact." Adiran said and stepped back. "oh, how I've dreamed of getting you back for what you did."
"hey, I lost someone too," I told her. "in case you don't remember."
"yes, that's right." Adiran said. "but you see, that was your fault too."
"I know, and I'm sorry," I told her, I knew she wanted to kill me for what I had done and who could blame her? If I were her I would want to kill me too.
"'Sorry' doesn't change anything." she snarled. "I saw you, you didn't stop till you knew he was dead!" she bawled her fist and it collided with the lower left side of my ribs. "you took the boy I love!" when she stepped back to take a few breaths after going full punching bag on my ribs and abdomen. "
"you know this won't bring him back right?" I asked restraining a pained groan, "either of them. though to say the truth he had it coming." I knew she wouldn't like that but it was true. and to show how much she disagreed she hit me in the face,  I could feel something wet on my lips, I assume my lip had started bleeding again.
"you may have lost your brother and my cousin," she said. "but I lost my cousin, and the boy I loved, all because of you!" Adiran hit the right side of my face. I licked some of the blood off my bottom lip.
 I knew how she felt, and I wasn't going to stop her, my mother was gone, my bother died by which was kind of my fault, I killed the boy my cousin loved, I deserve everything that Adiran was doing, and if letting her have her way with me would help her heal then it would be worth it. she picked up a bat and polled it back ready to hit me, I prepared myself for impact, and just as she was going to swing a large metal door slammed open. Letting in the sunlight. And as soon as the sunlight hit my face, I could feel the power of the light, cores through my veins. The bat stopped an inch from my abdomen and she turned to see who had opened the door.
I was able to see some of what was around me, or well in front of me. the room was made of concrete. There were chains on the walls, and some other chains dangling from the ceiling. kind of like a garage that no one has used in a long time damp looking and not really a place one would want to spend their time doing anything but playing mechanical things.
From the doorway came a man who I had seen many times in my recurring nightmares.
he was tall, his skin light and fair, he wore a three-piece ivory suite, to clean for a place as grim as this room. He had no hair, his head was smooth and shiny as though he spent hours shinning it. His face was round and muscular, his eyes were a cold blue with a tint of green. He had a scar on the right side of his jaw, it was light and faded but was easy to make out as if he had gotten it with in the past few years. of course. And I could remember exactly how he got that scar.  I knew who this man was, and I'm sure by now you know who he is as well.
"I should've known," I said in disgust, "of course you'd be here with Adiran."
"Adiran put the bat down," he said.
"But dad, I didn't get to hit her with it." Adiran said. "just five more minutes."
"no, Adiran I told you not to harm her yet." Zio said, "you must remember the plan."
Adiran glared at me and threw the bat down, "fine," she said in annoyance. "I'll stick to the plan."
"Good, now here's how it's going to be." he said to me. "you're going to do everything I tell you to do."
"um, no." I said, "I'm not doing anything you say."
"you will," he said. "or we'll kill you."
"really? you think threatening to kill me will do you anything?" I said I sighed and rolled my eyes, "if you're going to kill me make it quick okay?"
He looked at Adiran who was smiling. "you said that would work." he said to Adiran.
"hey, I said you could try it," Adiran told her father. "never said that it would work."
"would you two like to be alone?" I said, "cause I can wait outside if you need to be alone." they ignored me, and continued to bicker about whether threatening my life worked or not.
I looked up at the chains on my wrist, I focused my heat on them I felt my wrist heating up and hopeful turning the chains on my wrist bright red, I hoped that my heat was getting hot enough to melt them. After a few minutes, they turned to look at me, and I felt the chains on my wrist break before they could stop me I summoned white in my hands.
"well, this was fun, let's not do it again." I looked at Adrian, "Adiran I am truly sorry for what happened and I have a feeling you'll want more from me for it." I said. "so go now, and we will meet again and I hope you can forgive me."
"never!" Adiran said. "I will make you pay for it."
"I don't doubt that you will," I said and I felt my eyes change from stormy blue to my left eye turned a flaming red and my right eye turned to a pitch black. I felt my control slipping away. "now leave before I do something I won't regret." the white fire in my open palms turned as back as black as night. Adiran wrapped her arm around Zio's arm and in a second they were gone. 
I could feel someone else in control, and ic ould feel their power, it was far stronger than mine. they let out a heat blast hot enough to turn the chains on the ceiling to liquid in a matter of seconds fire spread across the floor. I walked out of that room into what looked like a forest of grass, it was dark out the only light was the fire in the concrete room.
I could hear the rustling of the grass, I wasn't sure where I was. So I didn't want to burn down all of the grass, but I felt someone else was in control and they didn't care as much as I did. before I  could stop myself the fire spread through all the grass, so hot and fast, all of it was reduced to ash in a matter of seconds. I stood there in the middle of the forest turned to ash. Not a soul in sight. My uncle and my cousin were gone.
Where they went I don't know. But I knew one thing. I'd just burnt down a forest large bitt of land and the police would be here soon to find out what happened.
I faced the concrete room, and it fell to dust, then I could feel my eyes change back to cloudy blue, the power of control was being given back to me and I could barely stand stumbling away from the concrete ash pile clutching my gut I fell to my knees. I felt hot, and my head hurt as well as the rest of my body When a light appeared in front of me and out came two men. I fell onto my back unable to move, I felt weak my body like a dead weight, as they approached me. They tried to pick me up, but as soon as they touched my arms their hand started smocking and they had to let go. Then two other men came out with a type of rock on their hands like gloves, they were able to pick me up and they took me into the bright light they had come from, and everything went dark.
then a light appeared and when it dimmed standing in front of me was well me or at least she looked like me. she had the same rose-red hair, though my hair was still up in a high ponytail, whereas hers was resting on her shoulders in rose-red curls. her eyes weren't cloudy blue like mine, but instead, her left eye was a flaming red and her right eye was pitch black. she wore a V-neck black dress that went to her knees in a flowing wave and black flats.she had black lipstick and a small smile.
"Hello, Kieran," she said, she may have looked like me but her voice was cold and secretive. "it's about time you met me."
"well, you know my name, and have my looks," I said looking her over. "but you aren't me, are you? just a very close look-alike?"
"something like, let's just say we're a lot more alike than we look." she chuckled, "I'm well, you can just call me Nero."
"isn't that a boys name?" I asked.
she rolled her eyes like "this again?"  "no, I mean it usually is, but I'm not a guy, and it's my name," she said rather annoyed. "I swear the next person to ask that question will be reduced to ash, it can be a girl's name as well, just like sam, could be short for Samuel or Samantha, okay?"
"Well, alrighty then," I said eager to change the subject. "Nero it is, so um, who are?"
"I am who I am and I am who I was and I m who I will always be," she said confidently. 
I heaved a deep sigh, I had set myself up for that, "but other than that, I'm your sister."
"my sister?" I asked in disbelief. "I don't have a sister, I had a brother...but he's gone."
"well, I'm here so I think you do have a sister a twin to be exact," she said as if she had practiced this in the mirror several times (though that would be easy cause we look almost the exact same). "as for our brother lets just say.... things are complicated."
"Okay, let's just say I believe you, how is it I never knew about you?" I asked, "you know considering I think we'd be born around the same time." 
"I can't really explain it, being as I was a baby at the time as were you," she said with a sigh, "but as far as I know someone took me so we met briefly, but I have been watching you. and well, helping you at times."
"helping me? how?"
"let's just say I can temporarily take over your body and use my power instead of yours."
"so it was you," I pointed my finger at her, "you twisted Julien's arm, and kicked her out."
"yes, well she had it coming besides, I knew you never would. and someone had to."
"my house?"
"you didn't have the strength to do it all alone."
"do you know who killed mom?"
"yes, and no." 
"yes and no?"
"well, I think I do but I'm not sure, and if I did know I couldn't tell ya."
I nodded I had a feeling if I asked why she'd just say that she can't say. "alright, where are we?" I looked around it was a dark room with large mirrors The walls were a grayish stone, There were mirrors along the wall across from the doorway.  There were torches with fire in them, they flickered as I moved Casting my shadow across all four walls. I could feel the heat from the flames as they shined on my face. There was no furniture or decorations other than the fire and the mirrors. There was a large mirror in the middle of the wall with smaller mirrors long the sides of the large one, some were round some were oval, some were square, they all had one thing in common, and that was the reflection of me and Nero. 
"well, I'm not really sure, I think its something from your memory because I've never seen this place before," Nero said looking into our reflections.
"well, I've never seen this place before," I told her, "maybe it's a place we have yet to see, or its a place in which we can chat being as we're not in person."
"you don't think this is real?" Nero asked,
"I didn't say that. I think it's real," I assured her, "I just think it might be a mental place in which we can chat while I am Unconscious."
a smiled of pure admiration came across Nero's face as she smiled. "I knew you were as smart as me," she said, "you figured it out pretty quick, what gave it away?"
"your dress," I said with just as much admiration. "And my dress," I looked down at my short black dress that matched Nero's with flat black shoes. "if this were real I'd be wearing my combat boots and not flats."
"well, I guess there are a few things different about our personalities," Nero said, "I prefer flat with a dress, or heels."
"where am I?" I asked, "you know, my sleeping body?"
"I don't know," she shrugged, "I guess you'll have to wake up and find out."
I sighed, "I suppose." I said, "well, I guess I'll see you whenever it is we'll see each other again."
 Nero smiled, "indeed," she nodded, "until then, sis."
I smiled and everything faded away, and I woke with a start.

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