Lillie has lived many lives due to the fact she is a ghost. She now lives within the ‘waiting place’ where no one can see, hear, or feel her. Until one day, Carson comes along. A devilishly handsome man flips her world upside down when she realizes he can see her.

She’s a ghost, he’s a human, but when they touch, it is electric. 

Can they fall in love before the time runs out and Lillie dies and reincarnates once again? This inevitable occurrence which will lose Carson in the process, can they survive it?

What did you do when Covid19 took over your life? Did you hide? Did you stay safe? Or did you plan and prepare for it? Were you one on the front line as it hit and stayed? 

This novel is a fictional about live events that occurred during the Covid19 pandemic. The characters are not real, but the situation is. 

This novel is not for everyone, I understand and respect that.

My first life as a human was uniquely different than any other life I had lived before. Many of us hybrids were born, genetically modified in the womb. None of us were raised by our own parents. None of them contested this, we were the children of the gods. To them we were chosen by the gods to be something great, they gladly gave us up. We were all taken after birth and raised together in groups. The Anunnaki taught us all many things. We were taught to communicate in a spoken language and write in cuneiform. They taught us how to effectively manage crops and grow food. How to build shelters that would hold up in strong weather. Most importantly we were taught how to mine gold and other resources on our planet. 

The Anunnaki needed the gold for their artificial atmosphere, to keep it functioning properly. Gravity on earth made the planet awfully hard for them to do it themselves for extended periods of time. My people worshipped The Anunnaki. They constructed large temples and stone shrines in their honor. My people believed the anunnaki were sent from the heavens to deliver all of humankind into the heavens to become like gods. There were two commanders at the time Enki and Enlil, and they were equals in power. The one above them was known as Annu. Annu was the general of the Anunnaki galactic force. Enki felt most sorry for the troubled past between Osiris and Nibiru and wanted to make things right by grooming humanity and helping them evolve at an accelerated rate. Enlil disagreed and did not want to meddle to much in their evolution. Enlil still wanted humans to be human. He felt too much meddling would make them more like the Anunnaki and not their own race. Enlil also feared the humans could become too smart and turn on them one day exacting revenge for the lives lost on Osiris. Enlil was kind, but he knew he was greater than humans and did look down on us at times. As the first children we would give birth to more children with one another effectively creating a more advanced race of humans with our mixed homosapien/anunnaki DNA. 

I was different from the rest and I never understood why. I looked much like my mother, Neveah, from my second life on Osiris, I was not like any of the other hybrid humans. All of them were dark skinned brown eyes. I was born dark skin blue eyes and red hair. This baffled the Anunnaki. They chalked it up to a mistake in their genetic coding and thought nothing of it. To them it was just eye color and hair. My childhood was a happy one, I easily made many friends. Many were drawn to me and followed everything I did. The anunnaki were not tyrants in the beginning. They were kind to us all and we loved them. They were our gods. 

As all of us chosen children grew into adults, we eventually created a civilization and were known as Sumerians. Our city was called Mesopotamia, life here was simple. We all mined the mountains for gold and filled the temples with it to honor the anunnaki. We fished in the oceans and hunted for food. Our children were educated by the Anunnaki and with each generation they became smarter and smarter. I never woke up from my first reincarnation on earth. The life I lived was so simple and happy I was blinded and could not remember my mission. It had been so long since I was allowed too just live. The truth is I did not want to remember, I loved my quiet simple life with my family. 

When I became of age I was paired up with another hybrid and fell in love. His name was Lugalbanda. A preist-king he eventually become to our people. A man blessed by the gods. As a child Lugal and I were close, many say he was only drawn to my beauty but Lugal loved me and worshipped me like a goddess. I was a stong female hunter, better than even most of the men. Lugal had professed his love for me many times as a child even though it was forbidden. As a child he promised me he would get the favor of the gods one day and be blessed with me as his wife. I would always smile and give him the same response. "If the gods deem it so, then so it shall be", I will always tell him that. We hunted together as much as we could, it was the only times we could be alone. Being in his presence turned my stomach it felt like butterflies fluttering around inside me. His touch would make the hair from my arms and neck stand up. I was infatuated with him. 

The day came where the females were paired up with their spouses. I was filled with boundless joy when Lugal approached me to ask for my hand. I laughed and smiled; I see the Gods truly did favor you I told him. He smiled back and kissed my hand. We had a happy life together, Lugal became king, we had our first child together and named him Gilgamesh. It was custom that our first born were surrendered to the anunnaki gods. We did not protest this; we knew his life would be filled with greatness and he would be well taken care of by our gods. We had many other children together some born with blonde hair, some born with red hair. I was the only hybrid that could produce these genes. I was born a woman in this life in case you had not figured that out already. To this day I think that my only mission in this life was to seed the earth with others like me. Those that wanted to be born on earth and help it grow. My children and grandchildren and their grandchildren's children would seed the earth for thousands of years. This life would become the earthly mother of the Starseed. My lineage would live on for eternity on earth and my children would grow to help humanity awaken and become great. 

I grew incredibly old in this life and outlived my dear husband. The day he passed was hard on us all. Somehow, I felt I would see him again one day. This thought gave me comfort. Lugal was placed in a tomb befitted for a great king. It was hard to say goodbye. Gilgamesh was at once made king after the death of his father; his story would be one known for generations to come. Together Lugal and I had 12 children and each one of them, had 10 to twelve children themselves. before long I had over 100 grandchildren. 

In the last years of my life as a Sumerian there was a great disagreement between Enki and Enlil. Both pleaded their case to Annu. Enki wanting to take humanity to the next level of evolution through more genetic modifications. Humans deserve to have more knowledge, Enki pleaded over and over to Annu. The Anunnaki would need to return to their planet soon and Enki wanted us to survive anything once they left. Enlil disagreed and thought the humans needed to evolve the rest of the way on their own and the more they made them like the anunnaki the less human they would be. Annu agreed with both of his commanders and decided that Enki would be allowed to pick a group of humans and start another civilization someplace else. If he wanted this, he would need to live out the rest of his years on the earth and would not be allowed to return home. Enki agreed to this, he would start a civilization there and advance human life even further in hopes his small group would seed the rest of the world with their knowledge. 

The next day Enki chose me and many of my children and grandchildren. as well as 100s of other children and grandchildren. We loaded our carts and we left. It was hard to leave some of my family behind, but who was I to question the decision of the gods. During the travel Enki decided to take a wife and create a family here on earth. I was so honored when he chose my eldest granddaughter. She was extremely beautiful. The wedding celebration was pure joy. she was so happy to of been chosen. I could see the love for Enki in her eyes. After the wedding we said our goodbyes and left. I became terribly ill on our travels; I would not survive much longer. My granddaughter was with child. I sensed greatness from her womb, this child would lead the way for generations to come. The day we arrived in our new lands I will never forget the sight. The lands that would later be known as Egypt. It was also the last thing I would see in this life before my death. The sun glowed red, as big as I had ever seen, it was setting over the lands reflecting on the Niles of the water. It was breathtaking. It took my final breath. I died peacefully surrounded by all those I loved. Mourning as the held me close. In death I remembered everything, I was confused why I did not wake up and remember while I was alive. I had just lived that whole life never knowing who I was. It was so peaceful and happy. Was it for nothing? I hoped my children were my accomplishments in that life, no I knew they were. 

The process started over as it always had. I was being pulled into the next life. This time though things seemed a little off, just a little different than the other times, the process was rough and painful. After my first life on earth, I was reborn thousands of years into the distant future. I was an artificially created clone manufactured for war. The year was 2801. Why was I reborn so far in the future? 

Humans had evolved beyond anything I had ever seen before by 2801, most of their eyes glowed bright grey like the moon. For years, the humans had been fighting a cosmic war with the reptilians. We were taught the reptilians just attacked without warning. There were no other details given to us about why this war had started or any of the events that led up to it. I remembered everything in this life, which only made it much, much harder. Something was wrong it is too far into the future for me. I should not have been born 1000s of years later. What had become of all my children I wondered often? 

My first life as a human had so much beautiful meaning. My next was filled with fear and sadness. I had no real parents in this life. I was human clone. A living being still but rather than a mother and a father. I was raised by a computer and a scientist. My closest friends were the therapist provided by and required to use by The Galactic Federation. We were bred soldiers, forced to fight a war. Humans had been fighting a war that has raged for years. The draconians, the evil slimy reptilians had declared war on all of earth. The humans were forced to defend themselves and almost lost everything in the process. Every country on earth united creating a one government system long ago. They created a massive space program for planetary defense an joined The Galactic Federation. An alliance of many planets and species in the universe. The earth was known to be one of the most well-guarded planets in the galaxy. The human skepticism about the good of the universe saved them. They knew they were not alone; they also knew not everything was good. 

The day the draconian ships attacked the earth, its orbital satellite shield system deflected every shot. The reptilians knew this but overestimated their weaponry strength. It bought the earth tons of time to get into position and return fire. It bought them many years. But they kept coming back every decade or so a raged war for years. It almost brought humanity to extinction. Which may have been the whole goal to the war all along. Luckily, some human scientist who discovered ancient anunnaki gene research. Was able to mutate it to create hybrid human/anunnaki clones. If only they really knew. The humans never considered the clones would have living souls. Nevertheless, we were bred, trained, fought, and died alongside humans. Just more of us than them. As a child the moment we could cognitively function was two. Many of them did not live past two, if they could not function to expectation, they were put to rest. At peace, smiling, laughing, playing with the robot simulated mothers. They took a small drink, kissed their mother's goodnight and they never wake up again. Death almost seemed better as a child. They produced millions of us for war. 

By the time I turned 18 this war had raged for 8 years. My life as a child was terrifying. A Constant world of fear. The one's who could not take it, were all given jobs to take care of the base or the other child clones. Most were forced into horrible dangerous jobs, grunts of the military. The pawns. Pure cannon fodder. Many of them never survived their first launch. I did not have much trouble with any of it. I was top of my class in most of everything. My only competitor was Beth. Beth was stunning in every aspect, Pale complexion. Bright white/blue eyes, white hair always in a bun ready for war. She was the toughest girl I knew. I loved her from afar. Love was forbidden for us. The desires of the flesh were not allowed while we were in service. It was earned after our war service was completed. I never could tell her my feelings. I hoped she had known and felt the same. I often thought our competitiveness with each other was our way of showing it. She was cruel to me mostly. We grew up together seemingly emotionless. It would never stop the feelings I had for her. 

Then came the day we graduated and got to pick our jobs. Everyone was shocked when I picked one of the most dangerous jobs in the service. A starship dropper. My job was simple. I dropped from alliance ships in mid-space onto enemy ones carrying bombs, to handicap enemy warships. Most of the time targeting their shield generators. The enemy ships that got close enough could not detect small human size objects on their radars and we were much too small to be stopped by the shield systems which focused most of its energy on the energy blast from alliance warships. So, a warship in a dogfight could fly close enough to the enemy warship shooting you out in a small torpedo canister far away. You pull the latch, and the casing breaks apart. We were equipped with a suit that was modified with propulsion devices that can bend the force of space to move around and keep us alive in space. Once you got close enough to the enemy ships you could land on the ship and place two highly advanced Quark explosion bombs right into their main engines or any weak spot that can be seen. Handicapping the ships immensely. This was not easy, as they had many small, staffed gunships waiting for us. We launched in dozens, each of us defending the two with the bombs even at the expense of our life. We would fight off the gunships the best we could, most missions were a success at the great cost of our lives. This was the best stealth response they had. Deciding victories almost every time. Giving alliance warships plenty of time to finish them off. After you hit your target. You would drop all the way back onto earth after placing the bombs. Wearing a heated and cooled suit to protect you. With thrusters on to reduce G force. Once you have reached a safe distance from the explosion you blow the bombs and just pray your side manages to hold off that long. War was brutal, every mission I went on I lost everyone. There were times some survived. Then never seen again, I never knew what happened to them after. This life was lonely and so full of pain. I still had no clue what was happening... After you blew the bombs, you eject your space suit and engage your parachute and float down to the ground. Watching the hellfire of battle, unfold above you. If you get good at it, and by good, I mean lucky the whole job is quite exhilarating. We were heroes, many of us have decided many battles in the past. 

I was very confused most of this life. I remembered my past lives. I could never understand what my mission was in this life, or why I missed thousands of years of reincarnations. Where had it all gone? What happened here on earth? Why did the reptiles decide to attack? Even the appearance of the humans was all different. Each now had the same eye color as my father Aldrin's on Osiris. It is all happening again and I defenseless to stop any of it. I could not lose them again, certainly not this fast. 

My last mission before 30 and I could retire came. I could not believe I made it this far. The pain of the 1000s of lives I have seen die in my life weighed heavy on my heart. Our survival rate was 0.3% of all of us sent into battle. I was rare exception. I was assigned to Beths command for my last mission. She was a warship commander now. I was excited for my last mission to be with her but also dreaded it at the same time. This would be one of my hardest missions ever. Our mission was to take down the enemy command center which was being protected by two large heavily armed enemy warships. The moment our ships reached orbit we were immediately hit by the two enemy ships. We deployed our shields and fired back. The enemy ships stayed far away from us; the ships would not leave the command centers side. For hours, our ship was bombarded with constant gun fire. The enemy ships were too far away for us to drop on to take down the shields. The mission was quickly failing, and we could not take much more gunfire. Our shields were starting to fail. The mission seemed lost; I could not let this happen. I approached Beth and I offered my life to save the ships. I would be shot out into space in a capsule as close as I could get to the enemy warships to take them down. This mission was suicide and would take an exceptionally long time to get that far. I would not be able to return from this. If it meant I could save my crew and most of all Beth than I would happily lay my life for hers. Beth did not want to accept my proposal at first, but she knew there was no other way. She approved my request to drop. She never looked at me when speaking. He back turned to me the whole time. In the reflection of the glass, I could see tears roll down her face. It made me smile, at least I knew she did care. 

To my surprise I was not alone, many of my fellow droppers were on board with me. All of us loaded up in our cannisters and were shot out deep into space. We used every ounce of energy our suits had to get there; we were fired straight to the enemy ships. They were caught off guard not expecting us to have kamikazes on board. We were not met with any resistance. The first group reached their ship and blew their blast immediately. We knew they had sacrificed their lives to save everyone. We knew we had to do the same. To do what we were bred to do. The you could feel the heat from the blast of the ship beside us. We watched as Beth blasted it into kingdom come. With each explosion pulsating us. Within a minute we got close to the engines to blow the shield generators. I took one look back and thought about Beth. I imagined her looking out the window down at me. I hoped in her heart she knew I loved her dearly. As soon as I reached the ship, we blew the blast. I hoped it saved them I hope it saved them all. I never even got to see. A huge flash of light and I was pulled out into the stream once again, it was so fast I did not even realize I was being born into my next life. 



Chapter 3: Coming soon

Immerse yourself in this riveting account of a starseed. Feel the love, the joy, the sorrow of every rebirth our starseed tells. 

Starseed is a story of a old soul who has been around since before the creation of earth. From the planet Osiris to the Pleiades costellation. Our starseed has been all over the universe. Living many different lives. Performing hundreds of missions all for one goal. To ensure the  creation of earth after a deadly intergalactic war with the Anunnaki and our starseeds home planet of Osiris. This story is filled with sci fi mystery, action, drama and joy. Its the adventure you have been looking for. What are you waiting for? Read the first chapter now.

"Wherever you are, I'll always make you smile."
She sang, as she came closer to us. Chained up.
"Wherever you are, I'm always by your side."
She sang, she was now in front of us. Me and her family, The Empire family. She crouched down, and looked at us, with such a broken look on her face. A look that drove all of us into tears, making us go insane. As we thought of the worst, the worst that had the possibility of her doing.
"I promise you forever right now."
She finished, it broke us apart. When she made eye-contact with us all, those eyes. It proved that she didn't do this because she wanted to, she did it because she had to survive. To survive and to protect the only things she has left, every emotion we felt.. we couldn't explain it.
But we were about to experience what she experienced;
What it's like to lose everything.
She looked at us as we cried, she looked to be more in pain seeing us cry our souls out instead of the wounds and scars she has on her. We knew she wanted to hug all of us, we knew because wee heard her mumble under her breath,
"If only I could hug all of you... one.. last... time.."
She said it in such a indescribable way, it hurt. "Hurts like the deepest, darkest of hell." describing our pain with those words still felt like an understatement.
"Why.. why won't you hug us..?"
I asked her,

She looked at me then all of us, before she spoke the most painful words I've ever heard from her.
"None of you deserve to be touched by a murderer."
We screamed and cried, telling her not to go but she stayed quiet as she watched us.
"Even on their last.. dying breath.."
She mumbled, her words breaking us even more. She knew, but she had to bury every single thing deep inside of her.
Her face splattered with blood, her red buttoned up shirt is splattered in blood, her two katanas were dripping with blood. We knew what she as going to do and none of us could accept it.
She gave us one last wide broken smile, before she turned around and walked away.
"NO!"
We screamed for her, we tried everything we could to stop her from doing this.
"Please! Don't go!!"
We screamed, she continued to walk.
"What are we going to do if we lose you? We vowed to die together if the time ever comes, we vowed that! You took it seriously, but why are you breaking it now?!"
They screamed,
"I can't lose you!"
I screamed after them, she stopped dead in her tracks. As if we said the words that she longed for, as if we said the words she screamed in the past.
"You saved us when we were a lost cause, you went through indescribable pain just for us, you gained monstrous scars on your back, you protected us when we vowed to protect you. You gave us what we never had in the past! We can't lose you, you're the light that guided us through this darkness.."
We said, trying to keep her from leaving.
"Do you all only want to keep me because I can do all of those things for you..?"
She asked us, quietly. I responded immediately,
"No! We were just giving you multiple reasons why you shouldn't leave. We want you to live because you deserve to know what it's like to live a normal life, a life you've never had.
A life you deserve."
Those last words made her flinch visibly, she was quiet for a few seconds before she spoke.
"That's a life a murderer doesn't deserve."
Was all she said,
"A murderer is a murderer, regardless of the reasoning that I have. It doesn't justify the fact that I killed those who were innocent just to protect my family, it doesn't justify the fact that I killed countless of people out of anger and hostility. 
It doesn't justify the fact that I became what everyone calls "The Empress Of The Dark." 
I am admired and idolized, I am resented with wishes for me to fall.
It doesn't justify any of it. It doesn't justify anything, none of it."
She spoke, failing to hide the pain through her voice. The scars on her forearms were visible, the scars that she got when she had to protect me, to save me from the people who almost took my life.

"I can't live along with the fact that killed the innocent, I took countless of lives, taking down a whole entire family. Taking their happiness away for my own benefit and for the protection that I needed to impose on all of you, the type of protection that is so unfamiliar to all of you.
I had to, I can't sleep without knowing that none of you are protected. I had to force those tight securities around all of you,
because I can't lose one more person.
I've lost too much, I can't lose more.
It hurts."
We couldn't say anything, because we understood her. We knew her past and all of the things that we after her life, the things that were after us was just something everyone could use just to get hers. To make her pick between two monstrous choices: Our lives or hers.

She spoke again,

"I'm breaking our vows, because a murderer doesn't deserve to live a normal life."
She said, slowly turning around.
"My name has become a signal for a deadly war. Would you want to keep someone like that in your life? Would you risk to lose everything that you have just for one person who will leave you someday?"

Her voice broke at the last question, it was obvious she wasn't on the verge of tears. But we knew she wanted to cry, she wanted to finally breakdown and let everything out, but she knew all too well that it'll never happen.

"If it meant for you to be saved.. yes. Yes I would.."

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You can't pair the rabbit and the wolf, one is a prey and one is a predator. One of them will get killed, the prey for sacrificing itself to keep the predator protected or the predator who fights their lives away for one prey.
The one who holds the knife and gun, 
while the other holds hope and control.
They can both die, anything could happen. They both could die, but that's not the kind of life that they have.. unfortunately.
Forcing one to live, will get the other to die. Letting it happen will result in more pain, 

"When you call everything you hold deeply into your heart a "family", you'll realize the countless of families you'll lose.
Do you know how much I had to seclude myself just to survive, only to free myself from that place to realize that I've lost it all?
It's typical when someone says that they've lost everything, when they don't realize that they still have other things left.
Whenever I say to myself that I've lost it all, it makes it sound like an understatement. Because of how obnoxiously people would exaggerate it and the countless of times they misuse it.

I've lost every single thing, a normal person who's living a normal life would have.

That's what it's like to lose everything, don't make us feel like we lost not as much as you did. When it's the other way around."

Our bodies heaved as we continued to push ourselves in the forest, running as far and as deep as we could in the darkness. The cold chased after us as though attached to the heels of our souls, like monsters it caused the fear within us to ignition the adrenaline. 
How far would be too far? Where would we find solace? And would death come knocking at our doorsteps and rob us of the life we still had to live? Sabotaging us of the little we desired and the life we could have had… we desired freedom but death desired us.
We had all scattered as soon as we heard the gun, pushing ourselves deeper into the forest, not caring that we barely had any clothing on. The darkness gloated creating an illusion that we were in an arena and the stars bright being loud in their own special way. 
They weren't people so they couldn't make noise but they could cheer like a wild crowd. All they had to do was just be there and watch us. All they had to do was just be bright and unignorable. 
Would they guide us as though they were fans? Would they cheer us on as though they favored us and if we lost would they protest on behalf of us? Would they dim on us if they lost faith in us? 
Would they cry, let out their tears and we could make a wish since they could be shooting stars?
No, they wouldn't but only one could hope they would be especially since the cold was started to catch up to my warm body that still couldn't stop running the forest. I could hear the others close by, hear as they made quick decisions to get deeper into the forest. Hear as they tried their best to avoid the traps set up for them. hear them praying to whatever light they could so that they could survive. 
Padre, father, we were still young and we still wished to live but whoever loved their life more than anything else would easily lose it. having it snatched away by the very same person who gave it to them as a gift but if it were a gift… was it truly ours to have?
I heard a loud scream on the left side of me as I continued to run, quickly awakening from my daze as I dodged the tree I hadn't paid attention to. My feet were quick to jump to the side and get back on the narrow way. My feet stomping on the leaves as I pushed myself to run deeper. 
I couldn't avoid being caught, if she caught me I would be dead, she would kill me. I needed to get to a safe place but I knew that woman, she was smart and would never let us go that easily.
"You want your freedom in this line? Fine, you can have it! Escape me and we will see."
We were stupid enough to think it would be that easy. It was that easy to escape her clutches and that she would be merciful but no. She wanted our blood as we belong to her and she would not give us grace.
So as we slept she let out six warning shots, thinking we were being attacked we grabbed our pistols and ran outside but no… it was something else. It was that god-awful woman who had let out those shots from her personal weapon. And as soon as we got outside she lined us up and said 
"I will give you your freedom if you survive but if you don't… your soul is mine. So she let out one more shot and we had to run for our lives. She hadn't told us where we should stop. Where we will find safety. She just told us to run and here we were.
At first, I thought it was a stupid game. I thought it was hide and seek as it was her favorite game but no it was more than that. It was her special game. A game she only played to play with her meals, her prisoners. 
A game she knew no one ever won especially since she designed it.
That woman knew how to turn everything into what she desired and everyone knew. That if you got her as your punishment, you would never survive, that death was close to your door and that your life was as good as her own. 
We knew her well because she had trained us, she had instilled the fear in us and showed us that everything within the line would never be our own. But we just never listened. We wanted this freedom and if we were hungry enough we would do anything to get it. 
Yet it seems like we forgot one thing about this woman, she isn't one to play fair or legal when it came to what she wanted. How did I know this? I could hear them. I could hear the sound of their rapid steps. Could hear the sounds of their determination. It matched our own but they would forever be faster.
They were used to their owner, they knew how cruel she was but she adored them more than us. I knew they feared her so they did what she commanded. When they didn't, she would deliberately break one of their own in front of them so that they could see that disobedience comes at a price.
So she let them come after us, she let them chase after us and we knew we were fresh meat. 
We were their own meal for the night, there was no way could be full and catch up to us after we were given a head start of thirty minutes. They knew our scents so tracking us wouldn't be a problem. 
I took a different turn, knowing that it would take me out of the forest onto a road that they've never seen. So it would be an advantage. I heard another scream and I knew from the six of us… two were now down and caught. I needed to get out of here, I couldn't risk being caught. I want out this line!


"It was wild to think that maybe I could be normal, wild to think that maybe I had left this dangerous lifestyle," I murmured, taking a shot as I turned around only to find the gun pointed to my head.

"You should know by now, love. No one ever escapes..." he said. I once believed that I was his and he was mine but now look at him, a fool with no conscience. 

Or maybe I had lost mine...

"You better aim right and not miss because if you don't... I will kill you myself." I whispered, taking a seat and watching him with a teasing smile.

I knew for a fact that I would never miss.

A young woman on the rise, living a life that most can only dream of. Having no one but her colleagues from childhood. Dreams can only fathom reality until a taste of desire and love changes the rise. 

Having been betrayed, broken, rejected, and lost. Unico finds her purity stained with blood but no regret. In cuffs but no denial. Being sentenced, to tell the truth, therapy may be the only redemption. 

Unico Thora hopes to find a balance between the past and the present as she figures out the lead to her downfall.

As the sun rises Zion wake up and saw that he was sleeping on sand. It felt weird, but he was someone who slept even in the sewage. The dark times were harsh, but it molded Zion to a master of war. Zion clearly remembered he was supposed to meet Blake later; it was after a long thought that he decided to let Blake in his secrets.

"You are awake kid! You are supposed to train and have a focused mind, Zion. Only constant struggles will make you a terrifying warrior." Vivus was mad at the Zion who was with leisure walking in the beach.

"I know Vivus, I just wanted to enjoy this feeling which once I started, may lose for me. The higher I grow, my enemies will also be stronger and I just doubt the meaning of this life where we kill each other over nothing."

Vivus shrugged off the pessimist view on life. After all, he has seen the harshness and ruthlessness of life. It was a worthy discussion to have but a useless one in practical life. "The greediness of creatures is not something you can fathom Zion as well as the twisted sense of justice and righteousness."

"We as the creature of this known multiverse must survive; the ones who don't experience the bloodbath will perish while the one's struggle survives. Life is like that, this world does not revolve around you. Whether you die or live this world will continue to evolve. So, our duty is to survive and live as much as we can."

Zion was listening to the words of Vivus with great attention; he knew that even though the origin of Vivus was unknown his knowledge and wisdom was impeccable.

"You never told me who you are Vivus and about the inheritance."

"I cannot say who I'm Zion. However, I could tell you about the inheritance. It belongs to the 'star lord' who presumed to be dead on this planet. The remains of his treasures are known as inheritance. We can obviously believe that everything is inside the pendant even now."

"Don't think you can take that pendant. You are not strong enough yet. You must find more energy points and absorb it, train yourself and establish yourselves as a powerhouse."

Vivus was very pragmatic and knew what was stake at here. Zion could either choose to be an ordinary man or aspire to be something more, but once took the step towards being a ruler there would be no return. There would always be someone after you, trying to assassinate you and profit from it. Trust would become a luxury and life would turn out to be hard to survive.

"Yes, I must start the training."

Zion left the beach to visit Blake as he promised. He should have already prepared enough force for a unit. Zion has asked Blake to find orphans in their twenties, he wanted them to have no attachments to the society or have relatives, but he knew it was impossible. People will always have those whom they care for."Blake, I hope everything has prepared as I requested" Zion sighed as he walked towards Blake.

"It was ready for sometimes, but tells me what you are preparing for?"

Zion stared at Blake to see whether there was any hesitation. It was very important even though, he knew that he could trust Blake with his life. Blake was the only one who really has understood Zion in this world; their friendship was forged when their life was at stake. They survived together and return to the city, no tales sung because they choose to wrap up these issues and bury it inside them.

"The world is going to an end; a new age will begin from the ashes of this civilization. We are preparing for that event, for some, it will be dark ages and for others, it will be the golden age. Out of sixteen billion lives in this planet, only a tenth of them survive."

"What kind of nonsense are you talking, Zion. Is it a prank? Because I don't find anything laughable. Be serious and tell me the truth." Blake was laughing off what Zion told as a joke and asking him to be serious. Blake didn't want to be in the dark when Zion played his game. He looked at Zion and asked him to be more serious.

"So, what was it? No more jokes."

"I'm being serious Blake, it is the apocalypse that coming at us. Zombies, nuclear winter, the land will be infertile for years. The plants and animals will be mutating with humans. We will have abilities; people will be able to control fire, water, earth, air, and some people could even bend space and time. People who have the power and strength will be at the top of the food chain. Only their words will have value."

Zion knew it would be tough to digest and Blake may even think that Zion was getting mad. He was waiting for Blake to recognize the seriousness in which Zion talking and accept it as a reality. Blake looked at Zion and saw the seriousness in his face. His heart skipped for a moment and thought of the possibilities of Zion's claim.

"I don't believe you, Zion. Nevertheless, I choose to follow through the craziness you are doing right now. If it is an apocalypse, we will be ready to deal with it.

"I'm telling the truth and we are facing a crisis. I will teach you a technique that can make your body formidable. There are techniques to absorb energy that would be released by the world. We need to find and absorb them before Armageddon."

"I know that you don't believe me after all, no one could imagine that this catastrophe is going to happen. However, it will happen and all we could do is to prepare for the worst."

Zion stopped talking and shared the techniques to Blake. He urged Blake to practice the art of strengthening the body every day. Only a strong body could absorb and refine the energies. To survive and to have immunity from deadliest viruses that rampage through the world at times.

After giving, the technique's Zion urged Blake to come at him if there are any doubts. Blake also decided to try out this technique to see whether this thing is as marvelous as Zion claimed to be. As much the words of Zion sounded crazy, Blake chooses to trust him and be a part of that project. As Zion knew that it would take proof to let Blake completely acknowledge the reality and he was willing to wait for him to accept it.

I remembered a time when i was younger in like elementary school when we would be sitting on the carpet with our legs crissosed crossed apple sauce like idiots waiting to be told a story with a huge lesson that was supposed to have a huge impact on our lives as we grew older in life. The teacher who always told the story would always be those teacher's who never looked like they did anything else than read and hold bake sales for the school. That was when i was still the awkward kid in school who would only want to stay by himself and imagine myself doing something else , i would literally want to just go play with water than have an adult read a story to us, as we crowded at a school rag that was probably dirty from everyone who would step on it.
As much as i hated those reading sessions and dreaded them everytime, i would usually not listen to a word that was being said, but one sad dreadful day, the one idiom i knew nothing about was the one our homeroom teacher told me to write a short essay on based on the book that was read during that reading session.I sighed and tried to convince the teacher i wanted to do a different book since i had never read the book. She rejected my proposal . she was the first person to reject me.It actually hurt not even going to hide that fact. But i degress from the point i am so desperately trying to make.
now there was young Cyrus who was moody and frowning because he never wanted to write a short essay that would not be more than even one page of a A5 size book.In hindsight when you are young a lot of things look bigger than you ever think especially when it came to writing. After about two minutes of being moody i had to gather all my courage and keep away my tiny pride to ask for the book claiming that i never understood the first time. I remember all the stares everyone in class gave me. You know when your in an exam room which is completely quiet and suddenly someone stands up slowly pushing themselves out of their chairs making those frictional sounds of the feet of the chair to the ground. It may be a small noise but when everyone is quiet it is the loudest sound that could ever be produced. Naturally everyone would proceed to stare at you all the way to the teacher's desk they will watch when you are talking to you and finally the blank eyes would courtousely follow you back to their seat.Yeah that feeling is what i had to go through.
It was embarrassing to be stared at especially at that young age where my only friend was a pet fish that my mom got at a random carnival. All that shame and nervousness must have contributed to why i remember the story so well and the lesson that it provided at the end of the book. It's like the very heavens were trying to force me to remember that lesson. Obviously i will not narrate the entire story since you brain will likely switch off by the time i reach the climax. I would just like to mention the expression that served as the lesson of the story which was when the well runs dry we know the worth of water.
When i heard the expression I knew that it have very well been the dumbest thing that my tiny brain had swallowed my entire life that time. I honestly did not understand any of those things. I was like nine my mother would never allow even a slight chance of me missing anything in life. I never wanted to be phisophocal all i wanted was a gaming console and trading cards to keep in my room. anything else than that would be considered adult issues that were none of my business. But just because the discomfort i went through within that one hour of class it had to stick in my mind somehow.
Now we fast forward to the Cyrus that was stuck in  a mini jail cell that was being used as 'my waiting room' who was anxious and all he wanted was to get out. I sat down bored out of myliteral mind as i waited for the final verdict and just prayed several times that it would be good and if not it would just be added stress.I knew that they could be cold heartless bastards if they wanted to be but today was completely different since i knew that i never had someone else on the other side who would vouch for me.
Not knowing where Jay was made me extremely nervous. I always had her to kind of defend me on the other side and some reassurance that if anything went wrong she would be the one to support me through it. I would not lie if i said that i never gave her any troubles espcially when i wanted to start a tech company out of the blue with no good explanation as to why i was even doing it and what purpose it was even serving. I would admit that being me i took advantage of the guilt that was already troubling her when it came to Miranda considering at the time Miranda was not even an adult and was being sent to a whole new different a dangerous environment for the sake of the Executive
Miranda's mission served as a double-edged sword for them. One they were hell-bent on getting both Miranda and me as far away from each other as possible since they saw our collaboration in activities would be a risk to their organisation. Two it was a way to get someone on the other side willingly with zero consequences for their actions . They took advantage for our naviety when it came to rights and contracts. The other agents knew their limits and they knew none of them could be forced to go to a location that could risk their lives on purpose, especially tech specialists who had a confidential task at Gendwall as the director quoted to Miranda and i back then was to help with solving the conflict that was taking place there. 
We were in a position of utter defeat at the time and we knew that there was nothing we could do to save ourselves from permanent deportation of us and our families or even life imprisonment. they gave us an option of freedom for one as long as the other acted like a sacrificial lamb.  Jay was the one who witnessed the several hours we spent going back and forth and being sacred as hell. She was a lower position of power and assumeed that they could never do such a thing to teenagers who just made a small mistake, but that was not the case once we found out Miranda had already taken the next step and departed to an extremely dangerous area.
I used the guilt the Jay felt as my weapon against them. I knew that no matter what Jay never wantd to put another person at risk at all. We both knew that she felt that way and she knew that i would forever use that as a way to get my way. Using someone else's guilt as a way to get whatever i wanted sounded fine in my mind as long as she was painted as the enemy of the narrative that i tell myself. But the one point i forgot and completely ignored was that my true enemy was the organisation heads and not necessarily those who work for them. Jay was technically my ally despite her being loyal to the organisation she was also a loyal ally for me.
That does not mean that we would be all buddy buddy just because i thought of her as an ally at the lowest point of my life. But it definitely made me see that she was the water that ran dry. Yes it took childhood memories , a whole speech and flashback of important events just to make me realize that i had taken someone for granted while i was trying to play the holy likeable hero to my own story.It was pathetic and i knew i was pathetic to begin with but being put in the jail for such a long time alone with my thoughts it gave me a wider perspective of most of the situations of my life.
For someone like me who constantly and unhealtly dwelled in their past every single time , i was slow to critically analyze my own situations. the mind numbness that was  happening was totally crazy and i never wanted to be alone. I could even start hearing voices in my mind a familiar calming annoying and comedic voice. A voice that the more and more i thought about started to become a distant memory i was not sure if it was because i longed for it more and more everytime i heard it or it had been so long since i heard it even if it was a mere week.
I continued to see how pathetic i was and just wished i could get everything over with. I wanted a simple life the one i dreamed of when i was younger of following normal human cycle of events till my death.The anxiety of something worse happenig or having a verdict that was not in my favor was really killing me from the inside. All i wanted was a good happy ending but i never knew if i would ever find that in my life anymore. I was at the bottom of the dry well.For that peroid of time i actually saw myself being a useless person, i was nothing, i questioned my own existence. All that time it felt that i was trying to fix problems that i caused and by attempting to try and fix them i was causing other problems. Even when given a simple task like this by Miranda made me feel powerless and if i could not even make it out of that one what was my life even for at that point?

A 22-year-old tech millionaire who started his own tech empire after high school out of grief of losing the person closest to him, must find a super hacker who goes by the alias XR to help him and his friends to leak top secret government information so as to help stop a 6 year long war in the country of Gendwall. Will his past experience of the organization affect the success of his mission? Can overcome the traumatic experience of losing his friend or will succumb to the pressures of life once again?

Things were getting better at my new home. My parents were now in prison for kidnapping me. I missed them so much, but I did my best to be as happy as I could. I would be brave and wait for the 6 years until they were released. I have learned over the last few weeks not to feel sorry for myself. I suppose others had a much worse life than I had. Sure Mary was still strange and demanding and tested my patience, but then I had Andrew. I was teased at school, but I had Wendy as my best friend! Mr. Teddy was still missing, but I had hope that I would find him one day. Compared to a few weeks ago, I was happy. I considered myself a survivor because my life was torn apart.
I was over the moon that Wendy was now my best friend. We were together in school and she often visited me after school. We would play games, draw or just chat. I did tell her about my parents in jail, and what it was like living with them. We also talked about what it was like when my life was turned upside down. She was a great listener and hugged me when I felt a tear coming.
Wendy also told me about her life. Her life has been hard too. Her Dad was arrested because he beat her up all the time. Once she was even in the hospital after he beat her. Now she just lived with her mum, who was always stressed as she had an important job at the bank. Wendy said she was often alone because her mom worked so much. She was also teased at school. I did not understand why. Why would someone tease and bully someone so nice?
Mary shocked me once when she suggested that Wendy come on a sleepover. I already told Wendy that I wet the bed, so that was no problem. So the sleepover was planned and it was like every day was so long waiting for the day. At last, the day came, when she was to stay for the weekend. This was my first sleepover in my life and it was the best experience of my life. It was like I suddenly had a sister. Mary was also nice and was like the perfect mother. I don't think I ever smiled so much in those few days. We didn't sleep that much, as we chatted and whispered to each other all night. I think we knew everything about each other. In fact, we made a vow at the end, as we both held a candle that we would be soul sisters for life. We would always be best friends!
When Wendy went, it was like the house was empty. I was walking around like a zombie wondering what I should do. There was no one to speak with. After a weekend full of talking and activities, it was like the house was now a graveyard. I tried to use my time by looking for Mr. Teddy. He was now missing for weeks. He must have been somewhere. I searched every inch. Maybe it was Gabriel that took him.
I decided to go down to Andrew. He was in his office doing some work on his computer. I walked around showing him that I was bored. This must have been either too obvious or he thought I was a bad actress because he started laughing. He asked me if I was bored and what I wanted to do. I walked over to him and tried to show him my best puppy eyes. I told him that I heard that my parents were in jail for 6 years. Andrew nodded and said the fact that they did not harm me meant the sentence was not that bad. I could have discussed if the verdict was long or not. It just seemed to me that 6 years was a life term. I told him that I wanted to visit them. It was as if Andrew understood this and he told me that we should plan a day and see when they could be visited.
Mary must have been eavesdropping at the door, because she came in and started shouting, "I told you that you have to forget these people. They are kidnappers! They stole you from us!"
I told Mary that I still considered them my parents and that I still loved them and missed them. This made her upset and asked if I loved her and Andrew.
"I am beginning to know you and Andrew, and I do like you and I am happy you are taking care of me," I explained, "but I consider the people in prison as my parents as they took care of me all my life. I am beginning to love you and Andrew, but I love and miss my parents!"
"We are your parents!" Mary shouted, "I do not understand why you are not grateful that we gave birth to you and we have always loved you and spent every minute thinking of you and looking for you. Do you still blame me that I was stupid enough to look away for a few minutes, while these evil people kidnapped you?"
"No!" I replied as tears were rolling down my cheeks. " I cannot blame you for something I forget. My parents are not evil, We were so happy until the police came. I never even had a chance to say goodbye to them! I am just asking to see them, so they know I am in a good home and I can say goodbye."
I also wanted to ask them why they kidnapped me but didn't mention that.
Mary's answer was a decisive no. She reminded me that she even let Wendy visit so this must have shown me she was not the wicked witch of the west. She warned me to forget my parents.
I was now in tears. I ran up to my room and put some clothes in a bag, and ran out the front door as Mary was shouting and asking where I was going and I was to come back again.
I did not come back.
I ran and ran and I didn't know where I was going. All I knew that I did not want to go back. I was running away from all the confusion and chaos. I thought my life was getting better, but it's like Mary wanted to control everything I did. I came to the Church and knelt down and started praying. I really needed God now! I really needed help now!
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Flashback: We did not go out a lot, but today mom and dad took me to the beach! It was a bit cloudy, and not many were there, but I was so happy. I quickly got changed to my swimsuit and ran to the water and splashed around. Mom and Dad were in the water and we splashed water at each other. I couldn't stop laughing as it was so fun. After that, we had a picnic and then sunbathed. I did not want to go home. I wanted to put up a tent and live at the beach. Mom explained that good times like this cannot be experienced all the time. It was something that we had to look forward to. This was the only time we were at the beach.
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I looked at the cross and prayed for help. As I was kneeling, I suddenly noticed Wendy kneeling beside me. How did she know I was there? We didn't say a word. She just prayed with me. This was good, as I knew that if I spoke, I would possibly break down and cry. She just knelt beside me and prayed. This made me happy as she knew my limits and still helped me in this little way. After a while I told her about the argument with Mary and that I had no choice but to run away. This made Wendy a bit sad, as she asked what would she do without me? I did not think about that.
Now I felt lost, I did not know what to do. I could not run away as I would also miss Wendy. I have lost my patience with Mary, I sat there while giving Wendy a hug. We cried as we hugged and tried thinking of a solution. Wendy could have come with me, but the thought made her afraid. We both sat in despair and could not see any solution
Gabriel suddenly stood before us. Wendy told him that it was good to see him again.
"So you want to run away?" he asked, "At times, everyone wants to run away from something. Let's say if you did run away to the big city. You are too young to get a job and you have no money. So what would you do? How would you eat? What will happen if it's rainy or if it's very cold? These are the easiest problems you would have. You are 11 years old. You would end up with people hurting you and using you. It is good that you are praying for guidance, but try and listen to what God is saying to you."
" It does not seem like God is listening to me!"
"God does hear your prayers," Gabriel said, "God always gives 3 answers to prayers...1.) "Yes!" 2.) "Not Yet", 3.) "I have something better in mind". God's no is not a rejection, it's a re-direction"
This gave me something to think about. Gabriel was right. It was wrong to run away. Wendy would miss me and it would be the second time Mary and Andrew lost me. I had to go home and I had to accept that these two people are my parents.
Gabriel disappeared as usual. This gave me the opportunity for me to ask Wendy how she knew him. She told me that Gabriel visited her when she was having a hard time with her Dad. He consoled her when she was beaten up and cheered her up and gave her strength when the police arrested him and she felt guilty about that. Then she showed me a cross around her neck. It was the same cross that I had! This cheered me up as I showed her that I had the same cross. Then we discussed who could he be? Could he be an invisible friend, or maybe a guardian angel?
I went home and silently walked in. I said a short prayer as I slowly went up to Mary and whispered that I was sorry. I did not get any hugs. She was mad! She asked me how I dared to run out of the house like that? Did I not care that they worried about me? Did I have no respect for them? She kept asking questions and it did not matter if I answered or not. She just screamed and yelled. In the end, I just stopped answering. I was trying my best to understand her and I knew it hurt her that I did not remember her or considered her a mother. I knew that it hurt her when I asked to see my parents in jail. I knew it hurt her when I stormed out of the house. I understood why she was mad. The problem was if she understood the way I felt.
Mary told me that I was grounded, so I went up to my room and just sat in the corner. I felt like I was in jail now. I knew what I did was wrong. I was just sad that no one knew why it was wrong. I knew that I had to use this time to think. It would be best if I could accept Mary and Andrew as my parents, and accept that I was kidnapped, and despite the fact that they treated me well, it was still wrong. It was like I knew what I should do, and I knew if I did this, I would be happy. The big question is how I would do it.
I got the newspaper clippings of my parents that I hidden under my mattress. A tear rolled down my chin again as I saw my parents. Were they suffering now?
Before I could think, all hell broke loose when Mary came into my bedroom and caught me with the newspaper clippings. She took the newspaper clippings from my hand and tore them in pieces. It was like she was stabbing me in the heart, taking the last reminder of my old life. I gathered the newspaper clippings and tried putting them together like a puzzle. I was hysteric and cried at the top of my lungs, How could she destroy the clippings. They were memories!
Mary gave me a speech again about how my parents were now in jail for something they have done wrong. They kidnapped a child and left that child's family in despair. She warned me that it was about time that I accepted the facts and accepted that I have parents that are good and still love me. It is not their problem that I have forgotten them! She warned me that I had the time to adjust. If I could not accept them as parents, I was to respect them as parents. Then she rushed out and left me there with a newspaper in so many pieces, it could never be put together. Luckily I could see a piece of a newspaper where I could see moms and dad's face. I quickly put this in one of my school books.
Then I got on my knees as I held the cross and prayed that God was with me, as well as my parents in jail and Mary and Andrew. I did not see any solution, but I was sure that God would show us the way.
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Flashback: Mom and I visited a playground. She bought me some dark sunglasses and said I should wear them. I didn't quite like them as they made everything so gray. I preferred seeing the grass, sky, trees, and flowers in their true color. However, mom insisted that I wore them. It was fun in the playground. It was like an amusement park, especially for someone that was hardly let out. I liked the swings and the monkey bars the best. However, my fun time was cut short when Mom took my hand and said that we had to walk quickly. She looked over her shoulder several times. I looked behind and could only see an old woman looking at us. I asked mom why we had to go so quickly and told her that I was having fun. She just whispered that the park was too public.
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After a shower, I went down to the family room. I was still mad at Mary, so I was going to give her a piece of my mind. As I came down the steps, I seen her head buried in her hands. She was crying so hard. Her face was so red and tears were everywhere. I decided I would leave her there. She did not want me to console her. After all, she was still mad at me.
When I came into my room I saw Mr. Teddy on my bed. I wondered how he got there. There was only Mary and me in the house. Andrew was visiting a friend and Mary was sobbing. I quickly gave Mr. Teddy a hug and promised that things would get better. I didn't want to think about how Mr. Teddy got there, I was just happy that he was back. I was in a great mood as I put a nightdress and the pull-ups on. I said my prayers and smuggled in my bed.
This was a night where I had a smile on my face as I was falling asleep.
I heard Mary come in. I kept my eyes closed and pretended to sleep. She sat on the side of my bed, 
" You are an angel." she whispered, " I know you do not know this, but I love you and you are the best thing that ever happened to me. We have lost so many years as mom and daughter. Oh if you knew how hard it was when you were gone. I kept dreading every time the doorbell rang. I did not want to hear that you were dead or sold to someone in the Middle East. There are so many things I missed. Your birthdays... your first school day... buying new clothes for you and so on. Now you are back, but it has been hard. You do not remember me and I do not know you. We are mother and daughter, but we are also strangers. The question is what now?"
It was hard pretending to sleep, as I wanted to hug her and cry with her. Then I felt my her hand on my hand, the one that was holding Mr. Teddy.
" I am so sorry that I took your teddy away. I know how much he means to you. I took him and hid him out of desperation and jealousy that you considered another woman your mother. I know you are asleep and cannot hear me. I hope one day you can see how much I love you.!"
Mary went and I was just silent trying to understand all that she said. She stole Mr. Teddy, so I should be angry at her. I should be raging mad. Still, I understood that she has been having a difficult time. I decided I would not create drama out of Mr. Teddy. After all, he was back where he belonged and mum Mary made a mistake when she took him,
When I went downstairs for breakfast, I asked politely if I could try cornflakes today. I wanted Mary and Andrew to see that I was trying.
"Ariel... of course, you can eat cornflakes" Andrew whispered
I asked why they looked so sad.
Mary answered, "I was just on the phone with Wendy's mother. She feels its best that Wendy starts immediately at a boarding school. I am so sorry that your friend is leaving"
I was speechless. My best friend was now far away.
What would I do now?

A girl is kidnapped when she was only 2 years old.
9 years later, she was found and this is the 6 part story on what it was like for her to be found and reunited with her birth parents. It is a story of trauma, confusion, and despair. At times, it seems like there is no hope or light at the end of the tunnel.
(This was the first story I wrote under another penname)

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