Orchid kembali ke Britania setelah 5 tahun lamanya ia pergi bersama bibi nya ke Perancis. kaka dan adiknya sudah berpencar mengenyam takdir mereka masing masing setelah Viscount Davi Louis bangkrut 3 tahun lalu dan kematian istrinya lah yang menjadi akhir dari kejayaannya sebagai bangsawan saat itu. 

Orchid tidak menyangka bahwa ia melewatkan pesakitan keluarganya, tapi dulu merekalah yang memohon pada orchid agar ia saja yang pergi saat itu dan dengan percaya dirinya kaka nya berucap bahwa orchid lah yang harus pergi karena masa depannya suram dan merupakan aib keluarga. 

Itulah patah hati pertama yang orchid alami oleh keluarganya sendiri.

Orchid kembali ke Britania setelah 5 tahun lamanya ia pergi bersama bibi nya ke Perancis. kaka dan adiknya sudah berpencar mengenyam takdir mereka masing masing setelah Viscount Davi Louis bangkrut 3 tahun lalu dan kematian istrinya lah yang menjadi akhir dari kejayaannya sebagai bangsawan saat itu. 

Orchid tidak menyangka bahwa ia melewatkan pesakitan keluarganya, tapi dulu merekalah yang memohon pada orchid agar ia saja yang pergi saat itu dan dengan percaya dirinya kaka nya berucap bahwa orchid lah yang harus pergi karena masa depannya suram dan merupakan aib keluarga. 

Itulah patah hati pertama yang orchid alami oleh keluarganya sendiri.

What happens when two worlds collide. A runner and a hi-caste K-sec Lieutenant officer run into each other after faith has been in prison for 2 years.

Andrea Caputo was a girl who worked as a chef at Serra Restaurant, her parents died and left her and her little sister sick sister alone, one day coincidence brings her and Luca Serra the leader of one of the biggest Italian Mafia together, but also the coincidence has once brought her with the FBI agent Owen Jones when she's put between her little sister and prison what is she going to do?

Luca Serra, one of the most feared Mafia Capos, everyone who dared to say no to him ended up dead, but one day he puts his sight on the best chef at his restaurant, Andrea Caputo when he knew about her sister, he took advantage of her, but what will happen when he finds out that she has been arrested.

Owen Jones, one of the best FBI agents, he was an orphan until one day, a loving family who couldn't have kids, adopted him, but they were killed when he was 18 years old and he knew who was responsible for that so he decided to go after them and became an FBI agent, but what will happen when life gets him and Andrea Caputo together.

She was born different and wasn't free for a long part of life. Will Trinity now Bella be able to accept life as a real person. And will she accept those around her.

The flames dissipated, and Zidane no longer found himself standing on the concrete surface of the plaza. The energy of this place alone was more than he needed to have in order to identify exactly where he was.

'It's been... A very long time since I've been in this room.' 

It hadn't changed much in the ten years, either. The walls were still the same red coloring, decorated with black-framed mirrors and web-like designs running along the edge where the wall met the ceiling. A ceiling that was also made up of a mirror. Zidane only had to see the beginning of it to know she had added in this reflection. He looked away from the mirrors on the walls and ceiling, attention going to the large portal in front of him.

The portal hadn't been opened yet, resulting in what looked like a crack in reality. A long, jagged line separating the wall behind it, distorting everything above and below.

Ezyta turned around, as if finally sensing his presence. She stared at him, light eyes taking in the uniform he was wearing-studying him from her towering height. Her chin lifted, eyes narrowing and bringing her disturbingly long eyelashes close together.

"You're mucking up my floor."

Zidane fought every urge to wipe his boots hard against the carpet. He stayed standing, cooling down his frustration as much as he could... But it was hard, being in this room with her again...

"I figure you could've just pulled him out yourself," he said, referencing the portal in front of them.

Ezyta blinked slowly, those eyelashes touching for a moment and sending a flash of sickness into Zidane's gut. "Pulling him out," she began, "if you do mean energetically forcing the host to us, would rip its body apart. It doesn't look pretty. Rather messes up the product, as well."

"So..." He rose onto the balls of his feet, at a loss for words. "You're sending me to go get him?"

"You're the only one who can, Zidane. Its puny mind will recognize you as familiar, given what similarities you share..."

"Right." He'd forgotten about that detail.

He rotated his wrist, stretching out the muscles that were weighing down with fatigue. As his hand completed the circle, the yellow book fell into his grasp, landing between two fingers. His other hand found his pocket as he held the book up to her, turning the text until the cover was displayed.

"So this is for getting back, right?"

"Yes. If our product stays alive that long, of course."

A dark energy swept down his back; near his shoulder blades like shadows descending downwards. She kept talking like he wasn't even a living thing...

'Can I really expect anything different from her?' 

He didn't answer his own question, knowing full well who Ezyta really was. His focus trained on the portal again, and he felt the energy begin to pull him as he walked towards it. Zidane stopped a little more than arms length away, the memory of Zooka holding his hand through the doorway coming back.

His eyes closed, focusing on the sight of her face. The worry, the laughter as he wiped the concern away.

"I need you to make me a clone." The words came from his mouth, spoken easier than he thought they would be.

"Hm." Ezyta was interested-anything to attribute a longer life of suffering for him. "How much more can you run away, Zidane?"

His eyes clenched a bit tighter, pain flicking into him. He let out a breath through his nose, determined to deny her question.

'I'm not...' He focused on breathing normally, focused on swallowing down the emotions trying to suffocate him again. 'I'm not running... I can't...' 

But he was. He knew he was still doing what he did best.

He felt Ezyta's fingertips pulling against the fabric of his jacket. And soon, he could feel the pressure like a hollow copy of his own body, slowly sliding out of himself. The feeling was odd; something he had never quite experienced before. He felt the details of his own face slip out of the back of his head, felt his fingers pull away from the back of his hand. And then the pressure fell away.

Ezyta made another sound of brief interest. "I'm almost surprised I got everything right."

She was expecting him to turn around, to look at the clone. But Zidane only stepped forward, feeling the portal try and draw him closer.

"Send it to Zooka," he told her. Part of him was almost scared, speaking to Ezyta like this. But... After what she had done... No; a few commanding words were more than justified.

"I'll need to conserve all the energy I can."

He expected Ezyta to shoot a comment back. He expected her to do something, but he only heard the sound of fire ripping around the clone. A slight moment of fear dropped into him.

She was closer to him now; the feeling of her aura almost making him visibly shrink away. The energy was dark, sending a color deeper than black into his mind. He focused on Zooka again, remembering her smile, the angelic white of her energy.

Zidane could feel the words before they came, the tension like a gun being pointed at him. He stayed still, barely even breathing as she walked up to him, long heels soundlessly moving her to his side. She spoke, the words dripping from her lips like black ink.

"And Zidane?"

He turned, blue eyes meeting pale golden ones.

Ezyta smiled.

"Betray me again, and I will destroy your existence."

A shred of feeling and the portal opened, suspending Zidane in blackness.

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A/N: And Ezyta is introduced! What do you think of her so far?

Aspiring musician Lance awakes one night to hear a voice. Someone warning him of danger to come. Someone telling him to start running, now. Lance has no choice but to shrug off the event as something of his own imagination, but upon falling unconscious, he is kidnapped and injected with deadly cells from a race kept hidden from humans, a race kept secret. Zidane is a crossbreed of Razalek and Spiro, a breathing hybrid that shouldn't exist. There's too much hatred between the races; there's too much bad blood in his veins. But he needs to save Lance's life. He has too much death on his hands already. However, Lance isn't so easy to trust him. So, with a question, he's teleported into Zidane's mind and introduced to a world of magic, racism, and everlasting love. Memory by memory plays, giving Lance answers to his question. Giving him every reason to trust. He has no choice, after all. ________PREVIEW_________ Lance only felt Zidane's pain, aches that added to his own. If only they'd tried harder... As the last few layers of his skin began to regrow, Lance knew the statement was empty. The words had lost every meaning, replaced with nothing but agonizing reality. They'd lost, plain and simple. It just wasn't an easy thing to face. _________________________ COMPLETE

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

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

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

As they walked into the shop, the manager hurridely came forward. " Miss Khemka, Mr. Raizada, please this way. I am sorry to say that Mr. Edwards is out of the country on urgent matters. He has specifically instructed to show you the best designs and I will be your accomplice for today. " 
She completed, bowing to them and then looking at Arnav longer than was necessary.

" It's okay. " Sofya answered sweetly, smiling. She had seen her ogling at Arnav. Sighing, she thought she better get used to it while Arnav ignored her completely.

" This way please. " The manager led them through a couple of staircases up into a wide open room with light pink walls. There were at least forty to fifty mannequins standing, each wearing an exquisite bridal gown. 
Stopping at the top of the staircase, Sofya looked in awe. She was amazed that Mr. Raizada had actually made such preparations for her to choose the wedding gown. She was a little too touched by the care that he showed for her.

" Mam, please? " The manager brought Sofya back to earth, as she stood still in one place, gazing at the scene in front of him with one foot in the air.
Arnav smiled at her reaction. Lightly putting her hand around her waist, he dragged her forward, into the middle of the room.

Sofya looked up at him, her eyes a little moist at this sweet gesture of his.

Dragging her to the middle of the room, he moved sideways to let her have a look at the gowns. Scanning the room, with so many designs, Sofya was utterly dumbfounded. Each one was so beautiful on it's own, she didn't know which one to try. 
Looking back, Sofya saw that Arnav had seated himself on the sofa in the corner of the room and was skimming through his mobile. Disappointed, she turned around. It was too much to think that he would help her selecting the gown. Uncle must have forced him to go with her, otherwise he wouldn't be here.
Thinking this, she felt an unspeakable sadness filling her heart. What she couldn't understand was how come she had become so much affected by his actions recently? Shaking her head to get rid of these thoughts, she finally selected a gown.

" The trial room's at the end of the corridor. " The manager showed her the room. 
Sofya nodded. The dressing room was a mini version of the room she had just left now. At least five full length mirrors were placed in a circle, reflecting each other. Unzipping her dress, she put on the gown. It was breathtakingly beautiful. But the main problem was the back zip. The zip at the back of the gown was too long, starting from waist it had to be pulled upwards till the neckline. However hard Sofya might try, her hand couldn't reach the zip, exposing her back fair skin.

Just as she was struggling, she noticed a shadow coming out from behind one of the mirrors. Turning quickly, Sofya was about to attack the intruder when she saw who it was : Nina Saltzman.

Nina came forward, looking Sofya up and down in a wedding dress, a smirk evident on her face. 
Sofya returned her stare coldly.

" Why are you here? " she snapped, not wanting to deal with the likes of her today when she was in an exceptionally good mood.

The smirk went higher up on Nina's face. Fishing an envelope out of her bag, she threw it to Sofya who caught it one handed. 
" Here, have a look. "

With an ominous feeling that it could be nothing good, Sofya opened the envelope. There were several photos from the night when Susan was raped. Sofya's face hardened looking at the photos, so it was her. She had planned this all along.
But there was something different about the photos. The facial expressions of Susan had been changed to look as if she were enjoying this. It was photoshopped!

Sofya looked up to find Nina still smiling. Regaining her composure, she put the photos back in the envelope and gave it her.

" What do you want? " she asked her, quietly.
" For you " Nina replied, pointing at Sofya, " to leave Arnav " then she pointed at the door, behind where Arnav was sitting.

Sofya raised her eyebrows and looked at her increduously. So, this was blackmail.

" That's impossible. "

Do not betray your employer;
Do not sell out your partner;
Do not lie;
It is better to be silent than to violate.

These are the four laws that The Silent have abided for years. 

What happens when two opposite person find they are working for the same organisation? Sush, be quiet. The game has begun.

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She was a woman of stature and power. No one dared to cross her. She had a loving family but not-so loving husband.
Her marriage was merely an alliance, but she was content.

However, future had other plans. 
What unfolded was a series of unfortunate events that forced their upper hands.
From suppressing their inner desires for each other and uncovering the web of lies & mysteries to facing the world together, they retaliated together.

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" You are mine. " the man said in a husky voice, running a finger down her pink cheeks.

She slapped away his hand with much force and retorted back, " I am already married! Have some shame. "

" I don't care. " and with that he crashed his lips against hers.

Release Rate - 7 chs/ week
Bonus chapters on Sundays! (only if I have free time)

It is no doubt from the start that Wilfred wanted to get rid of me. I knew it. Going here is a mistake. But I don't have a choice. It's either I die alone or my family dies with me. 

I watch myself in front of the mirrors in the hall. It is a magnificent hall lined with mirrors along the walls with golden chandeliers set high up on red ceilings. There are statues here of the symbolic Bird of the South. But even with all the hall's beauty, it is quite disheartening that this will be the last thing I see.

The last thing I see before I die.

The maid behind me hustles me to move down the hall a little bit faster. Seems like the Baltan Royal family couldn't wait any longer to be finished off with me. Well, Princess Dania do seemed excited and eager to have whatever I have.

The mark of the gods.

The chosen one by the gods.

The summoned one--whatever they call it.

It's not like this 'title' and responsibility of being the gods' vessel mean much to me.

"Here you are, miss." The maid stops in front of a room with paper screen doors. She opens one flap of the door to let me in. My white uniform boots scrape their way into the rough paper floor. I see a long mirror in front of me and through it, I glimpse a look of my face--one that I haven't seen since being part of the Enlisted. Beside the mirror is a dresser where a neatly folded blue-green garment is placed along with accessories and matching silk shoes. 

The maid enters after me. And tries to help me take my clothes off but I refused her offer. She offers to wait for me outside after I dress, reluctantly going out of the room. 

I unfolded the garment. And yes, it is heavy. But beautiful with curling gold embroidery and birds. I guess I'd die in these clothes today. I choose to wear the heavy robe over my white Level One uniform. I feel the heat start to envelope me in the minute that I did. Wearing my thick uniform under layers and layers of linen and silk is indeed heavy and hot. Unable to tie the white silk ribbon perfectly, I decided to let the maid in and help me. She ties it perfectly behind my back. I hide the silk shoes before she can try to make me wear it, pretending that I already did. The robe's length was a meter past my feet anyway. She helps me mount the accessories. In the mirror, I look the same with my hair brushed back into an elaborate bun. The accessories decorates me simply. Four golden bangles. A pair of golden loop earrings. After powdering my face to complete the look, I go out of the room, looking the ordinary me in a beautiful dress. 

She leads me again through yet another corridor where the passage ends at a wide garden somewhere inside the Palace. My boots crunch noisily on the grey pebbles littering every inch of ground. In the middle of the shrubs and bonsai trees is a stone circle, raised up from the ground with a set of steps in two sides. The maid makes me climb up one. Then she leaves me. Alone in the garden underneath a clear starry night sky. I wait with bated breath. Standing still and frozen as I can in the silence. 

Are they supposed to stab me directly? 

Or are they supposed to perform a ritual? 

I clench and unclench my sweaty hands. My eyes alert for anyone trying to jump out of the darkness and kill me. 

Not longer than a minute, I hear footsteps on the pebbled ground. The first I see is Wilfred, the tallest among the approaching group of royals, his familiar raven hair head several inches above the short bonsai trees. He glimpses my way in the corners of his eyes behind shiny black rectangular spectacles. A solemn look on his face with his brows furrowed. He wears a different garment. Similarly like mine. But he has matching trousers underneath a long woody green hanfu tied at the waist by a white band. His rapier hangs shiny on the band. His cropped hair is slicked back, magnifying his darkly colored fox eyes that sweep over me as if he's bored. I grit my teeth together. And the moment the Imperial Family emerges out of the bonsai trees, I bite down a breath. Anger stirring up inside me. 

"Ready?" Princess Dara sneers, dressed in midnight violet. I do not answer. She whips out a yellow paper from inside her robe. Bites her finger, wipes her blood on the paper, and sticks it to my clothing. 

Suddenly, vines crawl all over me, grasping my limbs under my robe, unseen, pinning me to my place. 

"For security." She says, patting me on the arm. 

Monks follow the king, still dressed in the same clothes. Princess Dania is nowhere to be seen but I feel deep in my gut that she's somewhere behind the seven monks chanting behind the king. The monks display a beaded bracelet with a golden bird. They chant for Princess Dana's preparation, singing the tunes of the Old Language. Then, when the monks have stood their ground in the circle, Princess Dania appears, dressed ethereally in red and gold robes. On her head is a golden headdress of golden beads strung into curtains with birds and curved lines. Her face is painted geisha white. She takes the place in the middle of the circle. 

The king and Wilfred stands on the ground out of the circle, watching the ceremony take place. One of the monks draws out his wrinkly hand and waves it in front of him. A stone slab appears out of the ground as the circle rotates. It emerges just on the space between Princess Dania and me. The vines underneath my robes squeeze tight, bringing me forwards. The vines make me kneel, my head on the stone slab. 

The monks start to chant an eerie tune. 

Elmas damos tares juwi lamas aradein
Jarden borjn shadoist vu! 

They chant it over and over again while one of the monks present a silver sword to Princess Dania who takes it and wields it with one hand. 

Princes Dania steps forward.  And her hands are angled above me, ready to strike. 

I close my eyes as the chanting of the monks intensifies, going faster every second. 

I wait for the blow to slice my head off. 

But the blow never comes.

I hear the sword crash with a metal clang. I hear the loud gasps and Princess Dana's chortled scream as I stumble away out of the circle, free from the vines that bind me down. Dagor grips my arm tightly and he leads me to a run. I struggled with the dress to keep up. 

"Dagor! What are you doing here?" I shout at him, panting while we both ran away. 

"Saving you obviously!" He answers loudly, as we both jump over a hedge. 

"Where are we headed?" 

"A secret path. Just keep running!"  He says, as we both jump over yet another hedge. 

I hear the King barking orders from behind me. A harsh wind slaps me on my cheeks. Vines grow out of the ground to pin me. I struggled against it, stumbling again. But Dagor's grip never loses its hold. I ripped away the yellow paper stuck to my dress. And since then, vines didn't grow out to stop me. Another harsh wind before I can hear Dagor grunt under his breath, "He should pipe it down a little--" 

"Dagor! Are we there yet?" I ask. Soldiers emerge out of the bonsai trees, fast in at our heels, their metal boots and metal armor clanking. 

"Yes, we are," His free hand is waving a shape in the air before us while we run. And true enough, just a meter ahead the ground opens up. Using the last of our speed as leverage, we both jump into the abyss Dagor had opened up in the middle of the garden. Barely escaping the soldiers' clutches. 

We fall down into a pit. Dagor landed on his feet. I landed on my stomach. One of the rocks on the pit's walls rip my robe at the hem. Dagor takes my arm again when I rose to my feet. There are three chambers in hear. He chooses the leftmost path and we disappear into the darkness. The ground around us radiates heat. Like from an underground heating--

"It's the heating system." Dagor affirms, pulling me into a fast walking pace. 

Not long, I see a flight of stairs and I can smell the crisp air of the night. We emerge a good mile out of the Inner Walls of the capital--out of the Palace grounds.

But we are still far from being safe.

Dagor and I run towards the column houses where, I see Kiki. I leap a little, a relief in my belly. Beside Kiki is a grey horse, Dagor mounts it and I mount Kiki. He draws his horse into a gallop and I follow. Just over head I can see the Outer Walls and we are heading towards it and I realize this is opposite to the direction for Main Headquarters.

So, I asked Dagor, "Where are we going?"

He laughs a little, "You'll see exactly where. We're going to go beyond the Outer Walls first and put us both out of harm's way."

The fate of the universe lies upon the shoulders of a common girl.
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An ancient enemy is awakening.
And with the gods long forgotten, the modern world of Ivoire does not stand a chance of what is coming--a battle between the living and the undead. 
This has urged the creation of the Enlisted. A slaughter of the young. But an opportunity for the poor.
Yara's troubles are finally over. She is taken to be trained as a cruel warrior who kills for the emperor. But her life unexpected takes an unexpected turn when she puts her heart over duty.
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Please note that this story is a re-imagined fiction based on the ancient four gods of the chinese empire. Some things have been fabricated by the author.

I always thought my old home was large, but I guess I was wrong.

This house is huge!

It has a warm, classy feeling that screams, "I'm made of money!" It's surrounded by a thick foliage of trees. I didn't even realize I was walking until I got to a large garage where some cars are already parked in designated stalls with their maintenance tools. The door is open and some guys are beside some of the cars in work overalls that are covered in grease. My guess is that they're taking some maintenance tests, making sure the cars are fine after being shipped.

The house is white with black accents. There are wall length  windows in places, that I guess are major parts of the house. The lights inside are on, so it looks like the helpers arrived already. There are balconies in some places which are definitely rooms. There are thick lawns with the sprinklers on and some flowers leading up to the huge stone steps.

"Do you need some help Miss Haden?" The chauffeur asked opening my door.

It took a while for it to register that I was being spoken to. After what seemed like ages (although it was like three minutes), I broke my staring contest with the house and took his hand which held a small map.

"Thanks, but Reyna would do", I said with a small smile.

I picked up my backpack and ran up the steps that led into the mansion, passing my parents on the way. As usual, they were busy with their assistants, on phone calls and yelling. The house was larger on the inside with warm lights gracing the walls and glistening against the floor.

Moving past them, I used the map to locate my room. It still smells musky, like it hadn't been inhabited for a long time. I could tell the walls had been repainted, seeing as they looked new. Maids in uniform, were still bustling about, carrying boxes and cleaning equipment with them.

As usual, the living room was extravagant. It housed a dazzling chandelier that was still being polished, Victorian style tea tables and floor length windows. There was a fireplace that was being scrubbed and grated. Overhead hung a family portrait we had taken in December.

It was a family tradition that every year we take a family picture. The one that was hanging currently was from last year. I'm sure the rest were hung in some hallways alongside some of the  family's elders' portraits like my grandmother and her brothers.

As I walked through the grand interior, I was greeted by some of the helpers. I passed more cardboard boxes, before finally locating the grand spiral staircase.There were more maids scrubbing, polishing and waxing. Some were even on their knees! I gave them all a warm smile before getting to the first floor as they greeted me.

With the plan I had been giving, I was able to locate my new room. The hallways upstairs had even more maids. They were a lot busier than the ones downstairs since they were caring for the rooms.
The halls had been divided into two: the east wing and the west wing. My room was in the east. I noticed all the doors were open, so were the windows so I guessed they were being aired. They were also filled with more boxes and furnishings. Grand polished wooden desks and chairs. Even the beds had a timeless design!My room was the last one so I had enough space. 

As I stood in the doorway, I took in the room. It wasn't large , but it was big enough for me. My boxes that were labeled were untouched, just as I had asked. But everything else was in place.The floors were made of fine wood. Some maids were still at work, dusting and wiping down the surfaces. They saw me standing and bowed their heads as they left.

I had a desk that was made of fine oak, engraved with a weird design that was probably fashionable in its time. Beside it to the left was a book case made of the same material with the same design pattern. It had lots of shelves and the design patterns were the same.The bed was large as well, probably enough for seven large men lying side by side. It was elevated so you had to climb three steps to get to it. It was already laid with grey covers, blankets and pillows. Even my teddy bear, sniffles ,who one of my cousins won for me when I was five was there, seated happily in the middle. At the time, he was almost double my size. There were bedside tables on each side, and they held a lamp each. Both tables were of the same design of the same design as the table. The lampshades were grey to match the rooms theme.I decided to check out my closet, but I was met with a wonderful surprise.

It was a walk-in with Japanese slide doors in front. All the furnishings were white. My clothes were already hung and everything else was where it was meant to be, including my jewelry. The closet held a dressing table and two mirrors: one full length wall and one over the table. My shoes were in their boxes on the racks and there was an ottoman in the middle of the closet. There where yellow fairy lights that illuminated the closet with a gold hue and it looked so dazzling against the polished surfaces.

I unconsciously walked over to the wall mirror and stared in shock at my reflection. I looked horrible. My braids were fuzzy and I had bags under my eyes. I looked so tired. Even my eyes seemed dull. Those eyes. I decided to take a warm bath before doing more exploration, which led me to the bathroom.

The bathroom was filled with marble. Everything was spotless and clean. The sink had a mirror over it and left of it was the bathtub and window. A full section of the bathroom was closed of containing my new rain shower. Even the curtains were white. The shower was enclosed within a glass door on the right. So was the toilet. The sink seemed to be on a table and underneath there was a cabinet with the same wood design. Behind me, there were wooden shelves and towel racks. On the back of the door there was a robe hanger. It all looked nice. I sighed as I undressed and tossed my clothes into the basket. I'm loving this place. It seemed to me like I had just found my new home. I wrapped my braids into a high bun and walked into the shower.

Too bad I would have to ruin it.

As Reyna tries to run from her haunting past,she moves to a new state with her parents, believing it was for her good, but what other secrets are her parents moving for? As one truth conceals another lie, will her parents let the truth stay hidden, or will Reyna accept it and move on? Book one in The Wolves of Valor and Might series.

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