A spreading of short stories on a book binding sandwich. ;D

While I was sitting there, searching the sky for a glimpse of freedom, my eves slowly turned to the objects in my hands. I already knew what the ring was, a vibrant blue ring that is seemingly inconspicuous, but rather is a storage ring. Only the most elite of the elite have these, and me owning this one signified I was the Patriarch of the lost Xiao family. After the ring, I looked to my other hand, where lay a black leather bound book. It seemed of no great importance, but as the family fell my father thrust in into my hands and told me to run, and read that only when the time was right and when I needed help the most. I finally decided, after a long session of pondering, that I should open it now, or it may lay unopened forever. As I slowly unstrapped the leather binding holding it shut, a wave of energy hit me, throwing me against the wall and dripping blood unto its precious pages. After the wave dispersed, I opened the book, and to my surprise it seemed to be a book of family heritage. Although a common merchant may believe these pages held no secrets, I truly hoped there would be some. I held my hand against the first page, wishing for something, no, anything to happen. As the hours passed, I wiped the sweat and blood off of my face and wished once more, just for one more chance to take my revenge. That's when it finally happened.

The couple stayed in each other's embrace for a long time.
Even after they recovered from their heated moment, none of them choose to make a move. Looking at them, it seemed as if the time has stopped in the room.
It wasn't until they heard a loud thud coming from one of the rooms that they both choose to pull away. Their gaze met before Mingyue lowered her head to avoid his eye contact. 
Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw her slight messy clothes. Mingyue immediately adjusted her hair and clothes in fear that Xue Yi Ming might return. 
Lin Mingyue looked up again when they heard the sound of something scraping against the wood flooring. It was as if something dragged on the floor.
Yang Yun stood up to check on that noise when Xiao Mi appeared from behind the sofa. The black cat nudged a brown leather book with his head.
When Yang Yun saw Xiao Mi pushed the brown book into the living room, his gaze turned dark. He looked at Xiao Mi ad narrowed his eyes. "Xiao Mi!"
Xiao Mi meowed as his gaze met with Yang Yun. He patted the leather book with her paw and looked at the two-person before him.
Yang Yun hesitated.
In the past, his wife was the only person who could understand Xiao Mi's meow. But after living with that black cat for a few years during Mingyue's absence, Yang Yun could understand Xiao Mi a bit through his action.
Naturally, Yang Yun could make a guess on why did Xiao Mi brought out his brown leather book.
However, looking at Mingyue now, Yang Yun was not sure if it would be the right time.
"What is it?" Mingyue stood up and crouched down next to Xiao Mi. She listened to Xiao Mi meowed and glanced at the brown book. "You want me to look inside?" Mingyue glanced at Yang Yun before she picked up the book to look inside. "Can I see what's inside?"
Yang Yun flinched as he looked at Mingyue. Then, slowly, he nodded, giving her his permission.
Mingyue grabbed Xiao Mi and went back to the sofa. She cast another glance at Yang Yun and saw that he was staring at the book anxiously. "Why are you looking like that?" She moved closer to Yang Yun and asked, "Will it really be alright if I look?"
"Of course, it's alright," Yang Yun sighed. He looked at Mingyue and saw her hesitation. "It's nothing you haven't read before. This brown leather book contained the same story you've read before."
"The one you wrote?" Mingyue asked. Her eyes brightened as she untied the binding around the book and flipped it open. Some of the papers fell on the ground. "Sorry." she bent down to pick the documents but was stopped by Yang Yun.
"Don't worry. I'll get them."
"Thank you," Mingyue smiled. She returned her gaze towards the book and skimped read a few pages. They were scenes that she had read before. After a few pages, Mingyue began to notice something.
In the past, when she read the same story, written on papers, Yang Yun had never written the main character's name. Almost everyone her got a name, but for the main characters, Yang Yun would refer her as 'the girl.'
Lin Mingyue had asked him about this matter, and Yang Yun told her that it was Li Ran's idea. Mingyue thought that it was a new writing style, so she did not mind it so much.
But in this brown leather book, Yang Yun had clearly written the girl's name. He used her name for the heroine. But instead of Lin Mingyue, the name she saw was Jiang Mingyue.
"You-you're using Mingyue as the character's name?"
"Un."
"Why?"
"Because I like the name very much."
Lin Mingyue lowered her gaze as she felt her face burned. She flipped through the pages again. There was a scene where Jiang Mingyue and her black cat, Xiao Mi, causing trouble for her third brother, Jiang Xiao Liang. Mingyue laughed at the scene. She guessed that Yang Yun probably used his black cat as the model in the story.
Throb!
Mingyue narrowed her eyes as she felt that slight pain in her head. Because the pain was not that bad, Mingyue decided to ignore it and continue reading.
After a while, Mingyue came to a scene that she had never read before. In that scene, Jiang Mingyue found that a boy, two years older than her, was trailing her as she snuck out in the night.
She read the scene and frowned when she could not found the boy's name. In the story, the boy was referred to as 'the boy.' 
"This boy, he doesn't have a name?" Mingyue asked.
Yang Yun was startled when she turned to look at him in sudden. He had been staring at Mingyue for a long time to study her expression as she read the story from that brown book. He quickly recovered himself and smiled. "No. I haven't found a suitable name."
In fact, Yang Yun wanted to write down his name, but he found it awkward to write down his name in the story. In the end, he wrote down, 'the boy.'
"Since you're using 'Mingyue' as the girl's name, then why not use Yang Yun's for the boy's name?" Lin Mingyue teased.
As soon as the words left her lips, Mingyue quickly looked away. Her face started to redden again as embarrassment crept in. She was surprised at how bold her idea might sound to Yang Yun.
What if Yang Yun thought of her as a shameless girl? What if he thought of her as someone cheesy?
Mingyue wished that she could bury her head in the ground as various thought ran through her head. But when she heard Yang Yun spoke again, Lin Mingyue looked up in surprise.
"Good," Yang Yun said. "I'll follow your suggestion."
Her heart raced, and a few seconds later, the pain in her head returned.


In their world, Jiang Mingyue is a promising female physician, serving the Crown Princess to find a cure for a dormant poison in the Princess's body.

In their world, Yang Yun is a promising captain of an Elite soldier. He vowed to love and protect Mingyue all his life. 

Until an incident tore them apart. The two were separated into two different worlds. He pledged to search for her no matter how long it’ll take him, no matter how many dimension he had to travel to. But when he finally found her again, she had no memories of him. What else can he do but to work hard and win her heart back?
-----
“First of all, I don’t believe in reincarnation.” 

“I’m not saying anything about reincarnation.”

“Then what?” she raised a brow. “Time traveling? Are you sure you haven’t been watching too much sci-fi?” She pursed her lips when he didn’t say anything. “Let’s see,” she flicked across the pages. She watched him nodded and shook her head in disbelief. “You’re out of your mind.” She stood up and leaned towards him to place her hand on his forehead.

He flinched. “What are you doing?”

“Checking to see if you had a fever,” she said with a sigh. “But you seem healthy.”

“I’m not sick.”

“I know.”

“I’m not crazy.” Yang Yun closed his eyes when she looked at him in doubt. He had been searching for her for years. And right now, the love of his life was standing right in front of him. But she doesn’t seem to remember him. It was as if her memories of the past, the memories of him have all forgotten. 

She lifted her hand, and her fingers rested on his cheek. “I like you, Yang Yun.” She drew her hand and frowned. “But I don’t understand why you keep telling me about these stories. Why are you forcing me to accept this?” She closed her eyes briefly. “Sometimes, I wonder if you really like me, or am I just a substitute to someone you knew in your past.” 

-----
Author's Note: The main genre of this story is Romance. But, there will be a bit of fantasy and political intrigue as well.

-----
Cover: an edited image from a picture I found on pinterest.
-----

Support me at
https://ko-fi.com/zetsubouaichan

The next day. Aser had gotten over the embarrassment from the weird book, and was hoping Julia had as well. The sun was peeking through the clouds as the morning dew scattered around the field. The slight wintry breeze made him hug his coat tighter around him. 

Aser wanted to walk around the grounds for a bit instead of staying cooped inside. It was only two more weeks for school to start, and he needed to buy the books he needed for class. Even though he read so many of them in the library, the school would still require you to bring your own to lessons. Perhaps they would allow a student to borrow the texts from the library for a while, but they would eventually have to get their own copies. 

He remembered Julia telling him about this bookstore close to the school grounds that had a lot of interesting materials as well as the ones they needed for class. Since he hadn't really explored the city by himself, Aser decided to check the store to see if he could find anything of interest. 

Heading out of the large white-gold gates, the boy walked south until he neared a street lined with different stores. The merchants in Shelfield Coast City got most of their materials through imports, while the exports consisted of aquatic goods such as fish and clams as well as dark iron from the underground mines. Due to the island's proximity to the Western Continent, the city had a thriving navy and merchant economy. 

Aser kept walking until he saw a small shop with the sign "Sam's Curious Literature". The building seemed to meld with the others in the area, and seemed well taken care of. The windows gave a view to the insides of the shop, filled with shelves and popular books on display. There were a few people in there already, and it seemed to be relatively prosperous.

Stepping inside, the air around him turned much warmer, allowing him to loosen the tight coat. Glancing around the place, Aser decided to explore a bit. There were a few bookshelves in the front of the store filled with tomes of various different titles and subjects, as well as a resting area for anyone that wanted to peruse them before buying. He noticed there was a young man sitting behind the counter absorbed in playing with a small metal instrument. If he remembered right, it was called a harmonica, a favorite among the sailors and natives of the city. 

Aser noticed there was a small pile of older and shabbier books near the back of the store as well. Finding nothing too interesting among the bookshelf, he decided to check out the pile. Flipping through them, he saw that most of these were either torn or worn out. At the moment he thought there was nothing much interesting, he saw a small black book about the size of his palm. It didn't have any titles, and the cover seemed to be made from shark leather. 

Most leather used were processed or cow leather, or even papyrus bound, but shark leather was very uncommon for books of this size. Shark leather was known to be very durable but also highly expensive, and most would use it for precious tomes or scrolls for binding. Finding one that was used as a cover seemed very rare to Aser. 

Flipping through the little book, he saw that the pages were empty. Deciding to return it, he put it down and was about to go over to the counter to get his school books. Recently, Aser had also gotten into the habit of activating Mind's Eye before speaking to someone to get better at reading their emotions, as suggested by Ashes, so he enabled the skill. Briefly glancing back to the pile, Aser noticed that there was a slight surge of Essence Particles from the black book. Curious, he picked it back up and was surprised to see there were words there now. 

The language it was written in seemed very weird to him. It was in a form of symbolic association, with lines and circles. Grabbing the book, he headed to the counter to get the others and left the store. The boy behind the counter seemed curious as to why Aser wanted to buy a blank book, but still charged him only 10 Copper Notes for it. 
…
Back at the Academy's Library, Aser arranged his study materials in one of the bookshelves in the study room, and sat down to inspect the black book. He noticed that there was a symbol on the front of the book as well. 

"Ashes, can you understand what language this is?"
[It seems to be similar to the Baltish text from the Setting Sun Islands, but more ancient.]
"Can you see if you can read the Essence History and translate it?"
[Sure. Translation in progress.]

Aser left the translation to Ashes while he sat down and started to cultivate before lunch. These days he preferred to cultivate before lunch, as Julia was usually around afterwards so it wasn't acceptable for him to just leave his guest alone while he cultivated. After 5 hours, Aser woke up with a notification from Ashes.

[Aser, I was able to decipher some of the words, but I've figured out the title of the book. It's a single word, and from my understanding after translation, it means "Starlight"]

"Starlight? That seems special."

In fact, Aser was confused as to why he was the only able to see the essence particles from the book. He was sure that there were plenty of other people that can detect essence particles, maybe not as clearly as him, but they would still be able to detect them from this book. 

"Could it be due to my inherited blessing?!", he thought excitedly! Ever since he unlocked his system and saw his passives, he had wondered what the blessing was for and why it was related to stars. He never felt any particular connection to the night sky. Sure, he liked looking at it, but no other feelings. Realizing that he could maybe find a way to improve his blessing, Aser excitedly asked to translate the rest of the text to him.

Beasts had unlocked their System during the Ancient Era, and were once the rulers of the world. A catastrophe had caused them all to go into slumber, ushering in the Venture era where humanity started leaving their settlements to explore. As civilization progressed and tensions rose, humanity fought with themselves for the large swathes of territory. Near the end of the Conquer era, the beasts started awakening from their slumber and pushed humanity to the brink of destruction. Through efforts from humanity's top leaders, the system was unlocked for man, and thus began the era of Enlightenment. 

The goal of everyone in this era is to get enlightened, to seek Ascension. Now every child, every family, every influence seek to be an Ascended like the heroes of their world. 

Aser, an Unknown child raised in an orphanage in the Southern Seas. Like others, on his 7th birthday, the system had awakened in his mind, but he realizes he's special. As he explores the mysteries of the System, our protagonist strives to excel, to prove his worth in the world of Gigantis, to find his parents and to figure out the path to Ascension.

On a fateful, yet chilly night in September a young man, seated in a dilapidated, grey office chair, which stood in an equally dilapidated, grey bedroom looked at the cover of a small, leather bound book. White moonlight seeped in through an open window, barely illuminating the teenager's surroundings. Had it not been this particular night, the boy would have enjoyed the cold breeze that he had been missing after an especially hot summer. However, not tonight. Tonight he only seemed to notice one thing: the book. Out of the copious amounts of books that made the room's shabby shelves bend under their weight, this was the one that had the boy's undivided attention. His deep, brown eyes held a number of complicated emotions. Predominanlty: annoyance. He let his slightly tanned hands glide through his dark curls as he let out an exhausted breath, closing his eyes for only a moment. As he reopened them, the young man reached for the book, placed it on his desk, and finally turned over the first page. He knew exactly what he had to do. The memory of the the lesson about the leather bound journal and it's use was as clear as if it had happened yesterday. He closed his eyes as he recalled the scene. 

The sound of chalk scratching across the blackboard and the turning of pages in a book; the warm feeling of sunlight shining through the window, illuminating particles of dust drifting through the air as students clad in black uniforms quietly busy themselves with their assignments. Suddenly, a knock is heard from the door. The teacher, a middle aged, lanky man with what seems to be a permanent scowl etched onto his face, looks up. "Enter." he says emotionlessly. The creaky, wooden door opens and reveals a girl. A few of the students pause working to glance up curiously. The girl's long, red hair flows down her back like a fiery waterfall and her forest green eyes look around the room in satisfaction as she realizes she has captured the attention of everybody, even the handsome, curly haired boy's. As the teacher's black, watery eyes fall on her, his features soften noticably. "Cecilia, what a welcome surprise. I was overjoyed to hear that you have been drafted. I believe you are here for your final assignment?" he asks as he smiles mirthfully. Cecilia nods and makes her way over to an unoccupied seat in the back. A few of the students raise their hands, but the man only shoots them a cold glance. "Mr. Crawford, is it true? Is Cecilia being granted an empty grimoire?" One of the older students, a young man with blonde hair can't help but ask. A few gasps could be heard as the students become even more restless. Some start to whisper between one another, shooting glances to the redhead's seat as she opens her backpack and takes out a leather- bound book. "Yes." Mr. Crawford answers. "Cecilia has indeed been granted an empty grimoire. Can any of you explain the significance of this?"  The blonde haired boy raises his hand and, after a nodd of approval from the teacher, begins to recite his answer:" Being granted an empty grimoire means that you have been chosen to do original magic." "Correct. Unlike using common grimoires, bonding to an empty grimoire compels a warlock to express their magic using only their original spells. Being given a warlock's journal is one of the greatest priviliges a coven can grant its members." Crawford confirmes. Hearing this, the curly haired boy could only let out a sarcastic snort. Mr. Crawford's eyes fall on him. "Would you like to add something to this explanation, Theo?" He inquires, coldness seeping through his voice like an icy gust of wind. "You forgot about one thing." Theo says calmly. "The witch or warlock has to enter a dependent relationship." Theo could now feel all the attention in the room shift to him.  All whispers have ceased as the students look at him in anticipation. "They have to dedicate their journal to the dark lord himself and enter a contract with one of his disciples, a demon." Theo says while looking straight at Cecilia. "Like some kind of sugar daddy?" one of the boys in the back suddenly blurts out, which results in a chorus of resignated moans, eye rolling and snickering. At this point Crawford, who has been standing there silently, finally remembers why he hates children, which is also clearly visible on his less than charming face. He opens his mouth to retort angrily, but Theo is faster: " Actually, it's more like giving yourself into slavery. Or like when you apply for that one internship you've always wanted to do but you, the guy who hired you and the fat guy from HR all know that, actually, the only thing you'll be doing is getting coffee for their boss, that bitch Karen". The boy in the back raises an eyebrow. "That was... oddly specific." Theo only shrugs his shoulders. "Wiches with empty grimoires have to sell their soul so they can get the ability to create original spells. And if they can't..." he stops to look back at Crawford with an icy glare "... then they will get magic oversaturation, weakening their body and mind slowly before they die." he finishes. The students shudder. Everybody knows what happens to witches and warlocks who fail to practice magic regularly. Some students now shoot concerned looks at the girl in the back. Cecilia looks at Theo, and before anybody can retort, speaks: "It's true what he says. But I have confidence in my ability. I will give my soul to the dark lord, just like the coven wishes me to, so he can guide me as his apprentice. I have faith." She graces him with a smile that never reaches her eyes. Theo just shakes his head in annoyance, mumbling something that sounds suspiciously like the words "yadda yadda", as he watches Mr. Crawford draw the incantation for binding one's soul to a grimoire on the blackboard. As he listens to the teacher talk about the intricacies of the binding spell, a thought enters his mind. If he were ever to recieve one of these damned books - he wouldn't know where to start cleaning up the pile of horseshit he would find himself in.

Theo reopened his eyes to furter inspect the book, taking out a pink post- it note that was stuck between the first few pages. "Theo" - it read - "Congratulations on being granted an empty grimoire! Paul and I are so proud of you! I'm sorry we won't be able to make it in time to say goodbye before you leave to go to Mathilda's. We promise to visit on All Hallows' Eve. Love, Mom" - he couldn't help but roll his eyes at that. This was typical behavior for his mother. She was away working for the coven again. People say everybody comes with a sense of shame or scruple, but if Theo had to guess what had happened to his mother's, he would say that she probably suckerpunched it in the face so hard, it let out a primordial scream before slithering down into the depths of her bottomless, dark heart, never to resurface again. That was because Rita Ortega wasn't just a witch - oh no, she was truly a force of nature. Theo's mom was an unscrupulous lawyer with a pragmatic, no bullshit attitude and a silver tongue. That didn't mean she didn't love him to bits, though. After all, family was the most important thing to her, her dedication to the dark arts aside. As one of the most talented witches in their dark coven, the circle of Andras, she had made a name for herself and was known by the leaders of many allied covens and other supernaturals. Granted, most of those people probably wished they didn't know her, since her charming appearance was so misleading. As her son, Theo had inherited both her looks and ability and had been watched closely from early on. When he finally exhibited signs of having strong magic abilities at the age of six, it didn't come as a surprise to many of the circle's members. As one of the coven's new 'golden children', Theo's childhood had been changed quite a bit, which, as far as he himself was concerned, sucked immensely. Instead of playing with the other kids, the elders wanted him to learn magic intensively and follow the teachings of the circle of Andras to a fault. Obviously, Theo wasn't just going to let them go all "strict asian parents" on him, as Paul, his mothers boyfriend, once described their antics. Paul was the kind of man one could describe as the personification of a $5 Gift Card from a crafts and gardening center- better than nothing, but he still kind of sucked. However, he did care for Theo, if only a bit. The guy was an elaborate schemer, but he lacked the guts to openly fight somebody or speak out. He developed and executed his plans solely out of the comfort of darkness. Frankly speaking, he was just a wimp. Under which peculiar circumstances he had wormed his way into Rita Ortega's heart was probably one of the great mysteries of mankind. Yet, one thing couldn't be doubted: Paul was right. The circle of Andras had been trying to drown Theo in responsibility, grooming him to be their future chess piece in their strategic game of power. And he wasn't having any of it. Not back when he first started with his sarcastic, rebel ways and not now. Definitely not now, since they had done the one thing that Theo Ortega had never wanted to be part of: they had granted him an empty grimoire. They wanted to send him away to complete his training and had drafted him, just like Cecilia. It was the last straw. Theo swore, that was the last time he was going to be their puppet. It was time to take the scissors into his own, wooden hands, not to cut his strings, but to stab his pupeteer.

MOUNTAIN, CAPITAL SHIRE OF THE RULING SPHERE OF PHELIA.

TWENTY YEARS AGO, 

' You've been summoned.'

A confused looking Ira looked up at his mentor and from his desk, an ancient thing that had been carved out from a dark mahogany many years before his time. It was a family heirloom, a wooden piece from the dimension that had been passed on from generation to generation as reminder of what they had once been. In his hands, was yet another such heirloom. He held it possesively, too close to his chest as if it was the only thing keeping his Birr from going out and acting all berserk.

The 'thing' in his hands was a little leather bound copy. Its pages a piece of the life blood of the other realm, the same that he had been perusing all morning and just moments before Birit walked in.  Unconsciously, his long manicured fingers stroked the pages shut and the glossy navy blue cover turned to reveal the book's title all gilded and in delicately embossed letters that read, 'The Queen's' diary'. 

The old man gave him a look and almost instinctively, Ira gripped the book even closer. Holding it to his chest protectively as if he would keep it from harm even from the very man that had gifted it. The old man sighed, his neck moving his head a slow side to side. Just a boy, he remarked to himself as his mouth turned up into a little smile that tagged at the corners of his lips. All these, all of it, all for the benefit of his ward, the teenage boy that was now staring back at him guiltily as if wanting to connect with his past was such a terrible crime.

Another sigh and his chest  depressed. It sagged beneath the shimmering blue fabric of his cloak, the garb of the Gathering of the Inner circle that had an emblem of golden sun with a roaring beast tearing out from within it on his right hand chest. The hemming was also golden, binding the edges with a golden strip that covered the lower circumference of the floor length garment before rising up to trim the edges of the high necked mandarin collar. They were quite flamboyant and even though there were no other decorations apart from the Golden thread used in embroidering and the golden strip that had been used as a binding, the lustre of the fabric made it too extravagant not to stand out. 

'Tamakyi...' the old man began to say, but stilled not really sure how he was going to say it, for his ward was really just a boy, barely into his teenage years and because of that, there was really no way to accurately predict how this fourteen year old boy, mature as sometimes he proved to be, would react to the news he had to give him. 

'The Priest is here.' the man finally said after an extended pause that had left Ira feeling more anxious than he had cared to show.  Slowly, the young man rose up from his desk and stowed away his precious little book in one of his drawers before joining Birit on the other side near the entrance to his study. 

Birit, that was his name. The old man with the white shoulder length mane on his head for hair and the blue robes. His complexion however was a lot like Ira's. Even bronzed out skin, almost orange as was characteristic of his people, all the people of the this Fourth dimension. No given amount of illusions could change that. It was their signature, their identity as a people and where hair and eye colour was normally subject to change, the tanned look remained no matter what products or Birr its host was able to use. 

'It's time.'

Portals have always connected the realms and the planets that exist in this universe. When a people is threatened by an erupting volcano and the darkness it eventually unleashes, The Primevals of Phelia have no choice, but to bring their people through one such portal and into another realm that forever changes their being and their heritage.

From normal humans, a new race is born. One that is endowed with much power, but with power there is always sacrifice and no one knows this better than Ira. A descendant of the Primevals, their blood runs pure in his veins and as such, his burdens are many and so are the responsibilities that threaten to weigh him down. Despite this, he was never meant to carry this load alone. He must strive to find his Queen and even though they are worlds apart, he must bring his bride home and even harder, convince her to stay and remain by his side even as he prepares to fight in the war ahead.

As soon as Fraser opened his eyes he walked towards the Academy market. This was the only place in the Academy where he could buy Spell Models. 

Though there also was the possibility of buying Spell Models from Masters or Mentors in the case of Fraser, they were rare as the Spell Models from rank Magus would be way better than the basic one as most Spells were modified. 

 'I need to consider my first spell model as I will soon reach Apprentice Level 2. As Elise used one of her families artifacts to gauge our Apprentice Level. Surprisingly they are all still at Apprentice Level 3. I thought they were at Level 4 or even 5.' 

The artifact worked like a measure stick, the more spirit you had, the higher the light would go and show your Apprentice Level. 

Hiding his leather bag which contained his entire fortune, 300 magic crystals, under his robe Fraser arrived at the Academy market. 

It wasn't really a market, a huge hall with many counters yet only one receptionist was sitting in a counter, an old woman who probably did a small nap. 

There were a couple of students in the hall but most just flicked through a thick book which was on every small desk. 

As Fraser arrived nobody looked at him, instead they continued to read the book. 

The flipping of paper could be heard as Fraser moved towards one of the small desk and chose to flip through it as well. 

Each book page contained a detailed description of the product, book or service the Academy provided and listed their magic crystal cost. 

Fraser flipped through the book and even saw the available basic potion recipes and their prices. However Fraser shoved that information back into his mind before looking through the spell models. 

Each spell model had an entire book page dedicated for the description, the power, the drawbacks, the weaknesses, a little bit of history and the magic crystal price at the bottom. 

As each spell model corresponded to an element Fraser searched for a suited Darkness spell model. 

The Element which got tested at the Encampment where Fraser joined the Howling Abyss Academy seemed a little bit irritating, yet Fraser learned from a free lesson that the Element you got to know on that day would be the element your body would be most suited for. 

Most people would only have one element, but there were a couple who had more than one, two or maybe even three, four or even more. Yet more didn't always meant stronger, only more versatile. Also it allowed People to combine elements like water and earth into wood or plant. 

However as versatile mostly allowed you to be ready for more battlefields, people with more elements were deemed stronger than the others. 

As Fraser looked through the spell models he frowned. 

'What do I want? This Darkness spear is excellent for offensive yet I don't know how that should help me increase my defensive abilities. Besides Dark Shield isn't much of a help either, pure defensive.' 

Looking through the spell models there were a few common spell Models like the spear, shield or bomb. The different elements just added the element in front of those spells like ice spear, fire spear, stone spear, darkness spear etc., naturally some varied with names but meant the same like stone wall, stone shatter, water arrow etc.

The description were solid and really basic yet Fraser knew that these spell models were really the basic of the basic. They gave the solution for one answer and that's it. A pure offensive spell, a pure defensive spell and an AOE offensive spell. 

Simple and practical. 

Yet Fraser didn't wanted such a spell model for his first spell model, ideally he wanted to have something that could evolve in various ways. After all the stronger version of Darkness Spear is only a huge Darkness Spear. 

Maybe even something that could help him in the future where he will get stronger. 

The ideal spell would be something that is average but can be used in many different ways. 

Though most spell models only varied in the names like Dark Scythe or Dark Net. There was one that caught his eyes which probably could be really variable. It was the Dark Rope. 

To be honest it sounded dumb, but a controllable Rope enabled a lot of options. Strangling enemies, binding foes, whipping prisoners were only a few possibilities. 

Reading the entire page for the spell model "Dark Rope" caused Fraser to think about this particular spell model. 

The description on the page described "Dark Rope" as a flexible and variable Spell Model which can be used to control a rope formed with darkness particles. It also needed less runes to form the spell model than the other spell models so it could be easily used even by an Apprentice Level 1. It also costed way less than most other Darkness Spells, it belonged to the cheapest spell models in the element of darkness. 

Which were priced around 10 magic crystals. Fraser heard that spell models would cost 10 magic crystals yet only the cheapest spell models had a price of 10 magic crystals. 

Better ones like the "Dark Spear" cost around 20 to 30 magic crystals. 

Even with all these benefits of "Dark Rope" Fraser still hesitated. 

After all there were obvious reasons it why it wasn't a popular spell model. It had the option of being used for different situations yet it exceeded in almost nothing. It didn't had the penetrating power of the "Dark Spear" it also had little to none strong offensive power except binding and maybe strangling the target. 

The Defensive power was almost zero and so the "Dark Rope" pushed you into support class which controlled the enemies and is really useless without the offensive power of a team.

 Even the lesser amount of runes couldn't help it. You probably could create two spell models of "Dark Rope" at Apprentice Level 2, yet the spell "Dark Spear" could do way more damage.

After all if one spell model is able to do a better job, then why even bother with the inferior spell model. 

There wasn't even the reason of being too poor. Fraser still hadn't visited any advanced lessons which costed magic crystals. He even stopped his experiment towards the basic explosion potion even if the AI could probably analyze the different fusion times and extracting times in order to create a colorless basic explosion potion which had more than triple the explosion power and range than that of the white one. 

Now Fraser could be considered to be wealthy, though the wealth will quickly melt away when Fraser actually starts investing into knowledge and date. 

'I could just go and buy the spell model for "Dark Spear", yet it seems so common for Apprentices to choose the most expensive spell model. After all it was proven countless times that the spell "Dark Spear" is really effective. Or else it wouldn't be so expensive compared to the "Dark Rope".' 

Fraser didn't wanted to be common, a voice deep inside him wanted him to be special. Even if that meant to choose a cheap spell model.

Someone transmigrated into the body of a noble that was on his way to become a Magi. His only keepsake, an AI-Chip that had the ability to calculate and store information. Thus, follow the journey of Fraser Rosethorn. 


Author Note: 
Hiatus until the Year 2020. Be Patience and be Excited for the upcoming Year. Yay. 
Every week one chapter. :). 

Links: 

Discord(due to an event 11.03.2020) 
https://discord.gg/VhEXNXg

Youtube Channel: 

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzRm4Vucs2tKj0RUfAj_8Qw

Twitter:

https://twitter.com/MikeLongChen

Instagramm: 

https://www.instagram.com/mike_long_chen_/?hl=de


Sites where my novels can be found: 
Webnovel on the Username: Vajira
Royalroad on the Username: quebooks 


If you've read this far then I wish you a wonderful day/week/month/year/ or a wonderful life depending on if you ever visit this site again. 

"I am a somebody with a name that shall be part of your world and with my written words I will feed your imagination and thus enrichen your life" ~ Quote by UniqueBooks

Mitch woke up on the cold metal floor with a groan. He didn't want to open his eyes, because he knew the blinding red lights we waiting for him. He shook off the sleep and pulled himself up, ignoring the headache that felt like a jackhammer. 
Booze bottles were scattered around him, and so were his keepsakes from back home. 
"There's no way I could have been able to dig up this old junk if I wasn't hammered," he sighed. 
His eyes scanned around the floor. Gathering the items from his past, Mitch picked up his journal with the worn brown leather binding and the water-stained pages. He flipped through it, and read a couple of segments. He relived his start of college, his pursuit of engineering. He also read when he first met his wife. Mitch remembered seeing the back of her head in class, the dark curls tucked under her maroon cap. He remembered her smile, her laugh, the way she used to twist her hair into a messy bun when she was thinking.He loved her at first sight. But the argument they had, something that became so big but started so small. All our fighting, he thought, me leaving, and getting stuck here, all 'cause of a damn dog.
 As he started to crack open the book an envelope slipped down to the ground. His name was scribbled on the front with his wife's infamously messy handwriting. Mitch grabbed it quickly and started to tear it open when he was interrupted.
"Rough night, huh?" said a voice behind him.
Mitch jumped up and stumbled into the chair behind him. Standing in front of him was the figure of his wife.

William Hughes had a pretty good life, he thought. He had every material possession he could ever want, he had gotten top marks in all his classes, maintained good friendships, and spent the majority of his time being happy. He was even able to play video games in his spare time. More recently he'd gotten into Cambridge University for theology, and in the past week he'd been given a scholarship and accepted into the Gentleman's Order of the Coffee-Stained Page. Sure, there were times he broke down and said to himself that he had no future, that he was the worst man he'd ever heard of, but everyone had those moments, right?
The Order was a group of scholars who ran the university's library, and received generous grants for their research. Historically they were known as the mystical Scholar's Guild, who were able to find books no-one had ever heard of, and were even believed to have been demon-slayers of some kind. It was a huge honour to be accepted into their hallowed ranks. 
It had been a difficult choice for Will to start a theology class in the Divinity Faculty on account of his existing faith being in Wicca, but his thirst for knowledge had led him to the area he knew least about, and he'd been to Cambridge before and found a good amount of occult believers, as well as one great occult shop. 
He certainly didn't regret his decision once he received the gargantuan sum from his scholarship and the Order, and having the keys to the library together with a vote for their purchases was a great boon also. Today he was perusing the shelves for a copy of the Malleus Maleficarum. He wished it wasn't included on the syllabus - it was a truly vile and ignorant depiction of witchcraft from a medieval Christian perspective - he had a mind to show his lecturers the Grimoire of Turiel just to set them straight on the true Christian thoughts on magic. 
He picked up the Maleficarum, but another book on the same shelf caught his eye. 'Magic and Sorcery for the Novice Guild Member'. The binding looked ancient, yet still sturdy. The title was embossed in gold lettering and when he picked it out, the cover was hand-painted with a variety of symbols - many of which Will knew, but some were a mystery. He decided to take the book out, if only to research the book itself. The "Guild" it was referring to seemed likely to be the Scholar's Guild that was the foundation of the Order. 
He resolved to question the president later. Meanwhile he took the two books to the counter and signed them out.
"Hey, watcha got there, Will?" Will's closest friend in the Order had just entered the library.
"Something rather interesting, James. I had to get the Maleficarum for my class, but I found this thing on the same shelf. I believe it's been here since before the Order."
"That's not so special. Let me take a look." He walked over to where will was standing and suddenly rushed into action, flipping through pages frantically, totally absorbed.
"This is incredible. From the theories detailed in here, it actually looks like magic might be possible. Like Harry Potter style magic. It says you need a Grimoire though. Some kind of decorated tool, by the looks of it. Or maybe a book, it does mention pages."
"You don't know what a Grimoire is? It is a book, specifically a book that details all of its owner's spells. What, does it have instructions for making one?"
"Yeah, it's really in-depth. This is complicated. There's a lot of uhhhh... Ingredients?"
"Oh? Like what?"
"Apart from the obvious, seems like a load of spices and herbs. They're supposed to stimulate the brain in different ways to help you focus on different aspects of a spell."
"I've never heard of using them in a Grimoire, but herbs and spices are used in similar ways in Wiccan magic too. I'd be interested to see what could turn that into 'Harry Potter magic' as you called it." They said their goodbyes and Will carried the books back to his dorm. He still had some daylight left, so he made a note of everything he would need for the Grimoire and set out buying them. By the time he got to the occult shop, he already had everything he would need for the book itself: wood, resin, papyrus and string. He'd wanted to get velum as mentioned in the instructions, but it was hard to source and frowned upon in the modern day, so he settled for a high quality Egyptian papyrus instead of cheap paper. He knew that ingredients of spells in Wicca were often interchangeable so long as they had the same properties, so he hoped it would be as acceptable with this type of magic. He found the rest of what he needed very quickly, but he could never leave this shop without buying more than he'd intended, so he picked up a deck of tarot cards and a crystal pendulum too. Thanking the owner, he returned to his dorm and began work on his Grimoire.
"Okay, so we have sage, cumin, cinnamon, turmeric and mugwort. That's a pretty basic formula for beginners, and besides the sage, they all have strong and distinct smells. I won't change the recipe for the moment, but it's worth noting that I might be able to expand my repertoire by adding more properties in scent-based ingredients." He had some old leather lying around, so once he'd applied the resin design to the ash wood cover and bound the pages to it, he carefully chased the leather onto the cover. Following this, he copied the symbols and spells meticulously from the book. The final step in the instructions was to cast a spell using symbols on the cover of the book, to bind it to the owner. 
He hurriedly grabbed his paints and brushes, knocking over his coffee table on the way. Once he'd finished inscribing the symbols, he recited the suggested incantation. The book glowed with a soft white light. The light gradually spread across Will's vision, and when it faded he realised his eyes had closed. Opening them, he jumped and slammed into his back wall. A creature was floating above the Grimoire with jagged wings and a sharp, toothy grin. Will stood up and flattened himself against the wall in fear.
"What are you?" He cried.
"Hahaha. My name is Angelo. I am a fairy demon bound to you by this book. If I'm honest, I've been following you for a while because your soul looks tasty. If I had known you would be building a Grimoire today I would have taken it already." He had an untrustworthy glint in his eyes. 
"Well, I'm grateful you didn't, but what's stopping you from taking it now?"
"Is it not obvious? The Grimoire. When you completed it, you bound me to you. If you get hurt, the book gets damaged, and if the book gets damaged, we both get hurt. I cannot take your soul because it would kill me. I have no choice but to protect you now."
"Okay, so what do I do now? Can I just cast spells now, do I need to sleep on it, is there a vow I need to take?"
"As a matter of fact, there is. Turn the page, it should be there." Will obeyed, and found that the page was largely empty, aside from one short paragraph. The demon chanted with him. 
"I vow to protect the people in all my power. I vow to improve myself so that my enemies may never best me. I vow to learn and to teach so that I may have a strong force to defend my city and my country. Lastly, as we live by the Book now, so do we die by the Book. This is the Scholar's Pledge belonging to the Magus Guilds."

A reclusive group of scholars discover a secret in their library and it drags them into a fight they were not ready for.

The world started to become clear again and I was grateful that we both landed on our own two feet this last "journey" if that's what it could be called. I don't know what is real right now but I do like the transportation system here, it was much better than flying or riding a train. I looked around me as the world, and my head finally stopped spinning. We appeared to be in a cozy living room, complete with a roaring fire-- its heat soothing a bone-deep chill I hadn't even noticed. Sergei looked around the room approvingly and smiled, with his relief palpable, I allowed myself to take a breath as well. The room was somehow reassuring and a bit of a respite from the day I'd been having so far.

"Is this your home?" I asked him genuinely curious.

"Actually it's my aunt's--she's Irish, and the reason I'm visiting right now. She calls it Frogmore Hollow," he replied. "It's always been a special place to me-- I spent many summers here in my youth and I still come to visit my aunt and check in on her--she's off at her ladies' group right now, and she'll be gone all day so we'll have the privacy to talk now."

"Ok, so I'm still confused. You're really telling me I'm not a human but some kind of hybrid human-banshee-magical goddess queen?" I laughed and shook my head at the utter absurdity of what I'd just said. 

"I should have recognized you the second you appeared in a heap at my feet in the market-- you look identical to your mother--to Danu," he said, looking a bit like he was going to cry for a moment. He shrugged off his misting eyes and smiled. though I could tell he was moved. "I brought you here for privacy but also, my aunt has a book--a grimoire that contains the story of your mother, and what is known about you. I want to show you."

With that, he left me alone in the living room--presumably off to get this book to show me. I looked around the quaint room and noted the floral wallpaper and knick-knacks and thought it was pretty funny that I'd initially thought it was his place--the room was clearly that of an older lady. As I took in my surroundings, a painting caught my eye. The painting was uncannily like my vision from two days ago. I immediately recognized the woman as Danu, apparently my mother, and also apparently a goddess. As I gazed at the eyes of the lovely portrait, I nearly jumped when the Danu in the painting winked at me, causing me to gasp aloud.

"Oh, I see you recognized the painting, yes, that is your mother--truly the most beautiful Clurichan that Ireland has ever know--" he stopped as I interrupted, "She *winked* at me," I half-shouted with a gasping breath.

"Ahh yes, I suppose the paintings you know normally are not so enchanted," he replied. "Every painting of a person in our world is painted not just with paint but imbued with emotion. Your mother was fond of jokes, and that aspect of her character was painted into the picture," he finished explaining. 

With that, he handed me a heavy, beautifully-bound and seemingly ancient tome. It looked much like an encyclopedia but on the front, it was inscribed simply with the number 12, embossed in raised old-fashioned lettering.

"Twelve?" I asked as I began to open the cover, and looked to Sergei seeking his insight.

"Yes, your mother was the 12th Danu, protector, and leader of the magical realm of Ireland," he explained. "And this book will explain a little better who exactly you are and what actually happened to your parents better than I can."

I sat on the floor and leaned up against the wall, right next to the blazing fire and fingered through the heavy book curiously. "Thank you," was all that I could say as I found a photograph of my mother as I became overpowered by every emotion imaginable.

"This book contains not only information but it has also been imbued with some specific memories that your mother had saved from her own mind. Literally, imbued." he related to me as I was awash in a flurry of feelings and memories that were familiar and foreign all at once. 

With each page I turned, I became more entranced by the words and feelings of my mother and I lost myself in the leaves of paper, and life, inside the leather binding.

A young American girl follows her heart to Ireland where she discovers deeply hidden and unique connections to the island that she had never dreamed of. Upon arriving in Ireland to study, Erin feels something awaken in her she never imagined could be real.

leather book binding

Shorty short shorts

Ancestral Awakening

Across Time and Space

World Of Gigantis: Aser The Gambit

[ Deleted ]

A Queen's mandate

Grand Magus

The Blank

We Die by the Book

Her Irish Soul

People search leather book binding also like: