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After the match Suzy still felt so excited. She really want to play another match with knight of the night. But her body felt so tired after all the fight and the quest match.

She got an idea and quickly sent knight of the night a text,

"Hey, you are really good as your ranking says ah. It's been a while since I have enjoyed like this. Let's play another game later. ^v^"

Chris who was going to log out of the game saw the notification saying

*Guardian sent a friend request and a text*

Chris contemplated a little and quickly accepted it, he quite liked playing with him. After reading the text he sent,

Knight of the night: you're are also good. I have also enjoyed our match.

Knight of the night: let's play another when we're free.

*Knight of the night accepted your request and sent a text*

Suzy after waiting a while she saw the text. She quickly sent.

Guardian: ok, cool. :)

Guardian: ah, as you won the quest tell me what is the final prize ah. I really want to know *v*

Chris when he saw the text, he didn't know why he felt a little funny, he then sent
Knight of the night: it was accepted by other member of my team.

Knight of the night: I'll tell you about it next time. :)

Suzy after reading the text, felt a little despirited but she was too excited that she was going to play with knight of the night again.

Guardian: ok, gud nyt knight of the night. I'll be waiting for our next match ^v^.

Chris saw this and sent,
Knight of the night: gud nyt, guardian.

Both of them logged out of the game after that. 

Chris felt so tired he directly laid on the bed just as he was going to sleep, he thought of fiery little Bunny. He smiled a little and excited to see her tomorrow.
.....
After sending it Suzy logged out of the game.
She was so excited, that she was still smiling so much.

Ben just walked in after dealing with the documents. He saw his sister laughing so much that her cheeks are blushed. Ben was curious looking at her excited face.

"Suzy, what happened. Did we win the quest?"
Ben asked her

Suzy turned her head and smilingly replied,
"No"

Ben hearing this felt so puzzled,

"Then why are you soo happy? ah"

Suzy said "I met a top knight brother, he plays so good. I felt so excited during the match. I asked him, can we play again? He said ok"

"I feel so excited ah. I can't wait to play again"

"Oh, a top knight that means you lost to him. He is good. Who is he?" Ben asked Suzy.

"His I'd is knight of the night. His moves are so good. Just like he's my mind." She said excitedly with a smile.

"Eh, so you don't like to play with your brother then. Suzy you are so heartless" Ben said with a little pout.

"Brother, don't be jealous ah. Whenever I play against you, you won't send any attacks. You just let me attack. It's not intersting ah" Suzy said smilingly at her brother.

"Of course, I won't. How can I hurt you. You are my little sister" Ben said with a serious look.

Suzy let out a sigh and said,
"My dear brother, it's just a game" 

"Even so. Ok then you don't worry about the prize ah I will chat with them ok." Ben spoke looking at her

Suzy quickly shook her and said, "no need brother, it's just a prize. And knight of the night said he will show me" 

"Oh, you don't want me to do anything. I didn't even play the game tonight" Ben said dispiritedly.

"Haha, brother it's ok. Let's have a duel tomorrow morning." Suzy said while getting up.

"Deal then, go sleep. Look at your tired eyes. I will wake you up at 6" Ben said excitedly thinking he will teach her more techniques to deal with idiots.

"Ok, also brother I will use your account. You will be at office, right. So, when you want to play text me ah I'll log out of it then" Suzy said smilingly at her brother.

"Ok ok. I will ask you then. If dad see me playing in the company. He will surely skin me alive" Ben said laughing at her.

Suzy went to her room after saying good night.

Ben helplessly smiled at his sister's excitement. He felt so tired after the documents arrangement. Just as he was going to sleep, he got a call.

He saw that it was Melissa calling, his mouth quirked a bit with amusement and picked up.

Ben: Hey Mel, what's up?

Melissa: Hey Ben, are you sleeping?

Ben: nope, just going to. What about you?

Melissa: no, I am still in a thrill. Your sister is so cool. She even played with that top knight in an equal footing.

Ben heard her smiling voice on other side, his face eased a bit. Melissa and him were college friends. They became so close during these 7 years. Infact to say that he has feelings towards her is not wrong. 

Ben was so concerned that if he say his feelings towards her, he might lose her. He didn't want to miss her at all. So, he was maintaining his status quo for all these years. 
He was also worried that his sister and her won't get along. He didn't want to lose any of them. He felt so tangled in his heart.

Ben: haha, she said about that. It's hard on you. It's who I asked to play with me right.

Melissa: no, I quite liked playing with her. Sorry we couldn't win ah.

Ben could hear her dispirited voice and quickly said,

Ben: it's ok, I only wanted to win it for Suzy.
Now she is thrilled about that top knight. She didn't even remember about the prize.

Melissa: eh, Don't be jealous. She just like to play for thrill. She is a cute kid.

Melissa: next time we will play, Ok.

Ben: yeah, that's for sure haha.

Ben: are you tired?

Melissa: a little but it's ok.

Melissa: oh, by the way is your work done?

Ben: yup, completed.

Melissa: you must be tired. Go to sleep early.

Melissa: let's have lunch tomorrow.

Ben: ok, I'll pick you up.

Melissa: gud nyt.

Ben: gud nyt.

After ending the call Ben looked up at the bright moon and let out a sigh. He quickly went to the bed.
...
Melissa after ending the call looked up the moon and thought about Ben. He was her best friend for all these years and she also have feelings towards him.

She was worried about how he will react if she confesses. She even tried many times but her heart always stopped due to fear of losing him. She knows he loves his sister and she was his first priority even though she fell hard for him.

He took care of her so much and sometimes she even felt that he has feelings towards her. She quickly erased that thought everytime.
She let out a long sigh.

Kate who was sitting beside her saw this and also let out a sigh. She knows that her sister is in love with her best friend.

She asked her many times who it is but she wouldn't tell. She tried to help her still went to no avail.

Kate got up and went to her room after saying gud nyt to her sister. She tried so hard to sleep but still felt angry towards that I'm a squishy player. His attack led her to die in the game which lead her sister to self destruct.

"Damn that "I'm a squishy", don't let me catch you" cursed Kate. She tossed and turned finally she fell asleep.
....
On other Lucas was also feeling so angry, 

"How could that "not so squishy sneak" attack me? I have never been so pitiful for a long time"

"If I ever had the chance I will that player again, hmph"

"If it isn't for Chris I would have missed this rare prize. Ah, it's too cool. It has mega booster pack, nine lives pack and a many combo packs"

"I struck rich this time ah, beside the main packs I can sell all the miscellaneous packs they are also rare" 

"The match is also cool. I never thought that there would be a player so cool as Chris"

"I'll send him a friend request."

Thinking that Lucas sent a friend request seeing that other person is offline. He happily logged out and went to sleep.
....
Michael after the game went to complete his remaining work. After completing them he felt so tired. 

He closed up everything and went to bed.
Thinking that tomorrow will be a good day, he soon fell asleep.

story of a college student and her senior. 
A certain senior who is cold and indifferent to others becomes inexplicably warm towards his little junior.

World War II, and Japan's defeat, deeply influenced Japanese literature. Many authors wrote stories of disaffection, loss of purpose, and the coping with defeat. Haruo Umezaki's short story Sakurajima shows a disillusioned and skeptical Navy officer stationed in a base located on the Sakurajima volcanic island, close to Kagoshima, on the southern tip of the Kyushu island. Osamu Dazai's novel The Setting Suntells of a soldier returning from Manchukuo. Shōhei Ōoka won the Yomiuri Prize for his novel Fires on the Plain about a Japanese deserter going mad in the Philippine jungle. Yukio Mishima, well known for both his nihilistic writing and his controversial suicide by seppuku, began writing in the post-war period. Nobuo Kojima's short story "The American School" portrays a group of Japanese teachers of English who, in the immediate aftermath of the war, deal with the American occupation in varying ways.

Prominent writers of the 1970s and 1980s were identified with intellectual and moral issues in their attempts to raise social and political consciousness. One of them, Kenzaburō Ōe published his best-known work, A Personal Matterin 1964 and became Japan's second winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature.

Mitsuharu Inoue (ja) had long been concerned with the atomic bomb and continued in the 1980s to write on problems of the nuclear age, while Shusaku Endo depicted the religious dilemma of the Kakure Kirishitan, Roman Catholics in feudal Japan, as a springboard to address spiritual problems. Yasushi Inoue also turned to the past in masterful historical novels of Inner Asia and ancient Japan, in order to portray present human fate.

Avant-garde writers, such as Kōbō Abe, who wrote fantastic novels such as The Woman in the Dunes (1960), wanted to express the Japanese experience in modern terms without using either international styles or traditional conventions, developed new inner visions. Yoshikichi Furui tellingly related the lives of alienated urban dwellers coping with the minutiae of daily life, while the psychodramas within such daily life crises have been explored by a rising number of important women novelists. The 1988 Naoki Prize went to Shizuko Todo (ja) for Ripening Summer, a story capturing the complex psychology of modern women. Other award-winning stories at the end of the decade dealt with current issues of the elderly in hospitals, the recent past (Pure- Hearted Shopping District in Kōenji, Tokyo), and the life of a Meiji period ukiyo-e artist.

Haruki Murakami is one of the most popular and controversial of today's Japanese authors. His genre-defying, humorous and surreal works have sparked fierce debates in Japan over whether they are true "literature" or simple pop-fiction: Kenzaburō Ōe has been one of his harshest critics. Some of Murakami's best-known works include Norwegian Wood (1987) and The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (1994–1995).

Banana Yoshimoto, a best-selling contemporary author whose "manga-esque" style of writing sparked much controversy when she debuted in the late 1980s, has come to be recognized as a unique and talented author over the intervening years. Her writing style stresses dialogue over description, resembling the script of a manga, and her works focus on love, friendship and loss. Her breakout work was 1988's Kitchen.

Although modern Japanese writers covered a wide variety of subjects, one particularly Japanese approach stressed their subjects' inner lives, widening the earlier novel's preoccupation with the narrator's consciousness. In Japanese fiction, plot development and action have often been of secondary interest to emotional issues. In keeping with the general trend toward reaffirming national characteristics, many old themes re-emerged, and some authors turned consciously to the past. Strikingly, Buddhist attitudes about the importance of knowing oneself and the poignant impermanence of things formed an undercurrent to sharp social criticism of this material age. There was a growing emphasis on women's roles, the Japanese persona in the modern world, and the malaise of common people lost in the complexities of urban culture.

Popular fiction, non-fiction, and children's literature all flourished in urban Japan in the 1980s. Many popular works fell between "pure literature" and pulp novels, including all sorts of historical serials, information-packed docudramas, science fiction, mysteries, detective fiction, business stories, war journals, and animal stories. Non-fiction covered everything from crime to politics. Although factual journalism predominated, many of these works were interpretive, reflecting a high degree of individualism. Children's works re-emerged in the 1950s, and the newer entrants into this field, many of them younger women, brought new vitality to it in the 1980s.

Manga (comics) has penetrated almost every sector of the popular market. It includes virtually every field of human interest, such as multivolume high-school histories of Japan and, for the adult market, a manga introduction to economics, and pornography. Manga represented between 20 and 30 percent of annual publications at the end of the 1980s, in sales of some ¥400 billion per year.

Cell phone novels appeared in the early 21st century. Written by and for cell phone users, the novels—typically romances read by young women—have become very popular both online and in print. Some, such as Love Sky, have sold millions of print copies, and at the end of 2007 cell phone novels comprised four of the top five fiction best sellers.

this is made for the purpose of getting the authors badge  at any rate I'll just compile world literature

Cleon closed the bedroom door behind him, stretching his arms upwards. He interlaced his fingers and pushed his palms as high as he could. His back curved from the activity, awakening his still half-asleep muscles. Although they had always woken up before dawn all this time, he never got used to it. 

On the other side of the corridor, another door opened and another pirate walked out. 

"Say, Raz." Cleon greeted his leader, "I—"

"Where's Nyt?" She interrupted, passing him by.

The blue-haired pirate quickly followed her stride. A rigid back and tense shoulders, Cleon wondered if she ever relaxed. Even her steps seemed calculated despite how casual her pace was. Then again, she didn't become the captain's sergeant for nothing.

"He's in the bathroom, washing up," he answered with a yawn. Unbeknownst to Cleon's knowledge, the Prince actually spent more time tidying their sleeping arrangement than getting ready for the day ahead. The blue-haired pirate simply left the room without organizing the sheets and pillows he used.

"Good."

Both pirates descended down the stairs. Compared to Raz's demeanor, Cleon shuffled his feet clumsily, his hands on the back of his neck, "I've been thinking… What if Lily did turn out to be Ariene? Then, our mission would be over and we could head back before Scrooge could find us."

Raz merely raised an eyebrow, reaching the first floor, "If it was her, that would be a big coincidence. Not to mention, very lucky."

Cleon frowned at her lack of enthusiasm. She didn't seem to think it could be possible at all. Would it be too much to ask for it to come true? He really missed the food back at the Ytle ship. Deelah always had the best menu laid out for the day.

On their way out to the back, they passed by the farm owners, a couple that had been together for 30 years. White strands had begun to sprout on their head. Yet, they both had the energy of the young. They quickly told the pirates to come back for breakfast since they still prepared it.

Raz led Cleon to the spot where she had attacked Tylen. She hinted no warning before her rapier slid off its case and flew to the blue-haired pirate's head. Unlike the Prince, Cleon ducked and rolled. When he rose to a kneel, he had already pulled out his own basket-hilted sword, a hand me down from Alec. The hilt had already lost its shine but the blade had remained in good condition. 

He didn't wait for Raz to make the next move, he leaped up and slashed against her torso, hitting nothing but air. His leader dodged to the side and aimed for his ribs. The blue-haired pirate quickly blocked it with his sword. He took a step back, shifting to a more advantageous position, but Raz was a step ahead and swung the rapier right where Cleon went, blocking his path.

Cleon lost his balance. He landed on his bottom. With the number of times Raz tested his footwork, his bum had become immune to the impact. 

He stood up again and changed tactics.

Tylen watched the duel from the back porch. It was the second time he'd witness these sessions. Nevertheless, they baffled him just as much as the first one. The fluidity in Raz's form looked like a distant dream where he could execute the same.

When Cleon fell to the ground the 5th time, coal black eyes glanced at him.

"Do you plan to stand there all day?" 

The Prince gulped and walked up to the pirates hastily. Raz sheathed her rapier while Cleon hopped to his feet.

Once Tylen reached them, the sergeant gave them instructions, "This is how it will go. The both of you are a team. If you need time to discuss, you have 5 minutes to do so in between rounds. You must have each other's backs. Cleon, you saw how Nyt did yesterday so you already have an idea about his fighting form. The same thing goes for you, Nyt. Neither of you are clueless about combat so I expect you can learn something from each other. Your five minutes start now."

Raz distanced herself from them. She stood a few meters away, eyeing the forest. She made sure to cover the tracks they left before arriving at the farmhouse, both before and after carrying an unconscious Prince. She did the same thing during the rescue mission for Maia. Ever since her run in with the Nocti at the Stitz Inn, she took extra care about their journey. Deep inside, she knew it was only borrowed time. 

It wouldn't take long before the Devils of the Night found a way.

Cleon and Tylen ended their discussion with a nod. Both of them dashed towards the unsuspecting pirate from opposite directions.

Each of their attacks had been blocked by a blade. Raz had taken out her butterfly swords. She tested the Prince on his blocking and Cleon on his footwork. When one of her blades almost slashed Tylen, Cleon would move to block it… but this affected his footing. 

Raz squinted at Cleon's strategy. Did he really not trust the Prince to do his own blocking?

To prove this theory, she doubled the amount of attacks she aimed at Tylen. Like clockwork, Cleon's sword was there to meet her blades. Then, she added variety to it. She went for the head, the arm, the legs then, switched the pattern. Just as she suspected the blue-haired pirate still moved clumsily and not only that but also he left himself wide open without notice.

She sighed. 

Raz spun on her heel and jabbed Cleon's ribs with the butt of her sword. Then, she did the same thing with his shoulder. He crippled to the ground, trembling from the impact.

"Before you start protecting others, you should learn to protect yourself. How useless would it be if you can be defeated this easily? In the end, you protected no one."

Her words pierced and embedded themselves in the Prince's mind. It hit home. She was right. He couldn't possibly stand by Ariene's side only to be overpowered by enemies. He would serve no purpose to be there especially with his plans. It also wouldn't be right to have Hayden bear the responsibility. 

Even before, with Raz's words, it meant his Knight didn't protect only one person but that he protected two. 

How could he have lived like this for so long?

The sword in his hand grew heavier. 

Had he been making excuses?

He wrapped a hand over his other one. They both gripped the hilt. His eyes stared hard at the shining blade. Although he had never really used it a lot, he had taken good care of it. His best friend had given it to him once he turned eighteen. Hayden had told him he'd be more at ease to know he wasn't unarmed.

The Prince pursed his lips.

The only thing hindering was himself and not his lack of abilities. Some of them could only be learned through hard work and determination. He just needed to believe in it.

Tylen swung the sword towards Raz. 

The pirate crossed her blades to block his attack. She glared at the Prince's face, noting his sharpened features. It seemed like he was ready to play. The corner of her lips tugged upwards.

Raz spread her arms to push him off. Tylen already saw it coming and stepped back, digging his heel into the soil. He swung his sword towards the size, flipping it overhead. He had no desire to overpower the pirate. He knew his prowess. He only needed to familiarize his body into engaging in battles. 

One blade clashed against his and another flew to his other side. The Prince took another step to maneuver his sword and dodged. 

On and on, Raz kept attacking his sides. Then, she switched to his head. Tylen manipulated the blade to try different swings. When one of them lacked power, the pirate lifted off her sword faster to not completely knock it off his hands. 

Once satisfied, she aimed for his legs. 

Cleon watched from the ground. The two of them had practically circled the entire field with their dance. Raz had nudged the Prince's sword a few times, clearing overpowering it. She had done this with him as well—until she became dissatisfied with his performance of committing similar mistakes over and over again.

Soon, Raz used a complicated move and swept the Tylen off his feet, his sword clattering next to him.

"Not bad," she commented, "Your defense is better than you've implied. A little more and you can try attack positions. Get some rest for a while."

Blades ready in position, Raz turned to Cleon and slashed them next to him. The blue-haired pirate yelped, scrambling to his feet. When he looked at his leader, he could almost see smoke clouding over her coal eyes with a small hot white flame.

"How many times have I told you to master your defense sword skills?" Raz seethed. Her butterfly swords on either side, she stalked her way up to Cleon.

Cleon backed away, raising his hands in front of his chest, "That's not fair! He had lessons from knights! Plus he's far older than me!"

"Yet, you want to pick a fight with a knight far more advanced than him. You're too eager to attack when you can't even defend your openings. If you want to catch up to Nyt, we need to enhance training."

When the blue-haired pirate hit the porch railing behind him, he gulped. He swiftly raised his sword. Raz had him imprisoned. She purposely led him to this spot so he couldn't move his body away from her. 

All he had to protect himself against his leader was his basket-hilted sword.

Raz showed no mercy and blocked all possible openings Cleon could use to escape. Unlike with the Prince, her pattern of attacks shuffled. She expected more from the blue-haired pirate since she had overseen his training for the past year. Yet, even Maia seemed far better than him.

From his viewpoint, Tylen now knew why Cleon had called Raz a monster.

"Let me get this straight, you want your fiancée who had zero training to rise from the dead and take her place as your rightful Queen?"

Aurae Kingdom had two princesses, one born from the Queen, one born from a mistress. 

Princess Alkas and Princess Ariene's fate had been aligned since they were conceived... until a fire broke out inside the palace, killing the king, the mistress and the illegitimate princess.

With no one else to stand in her way, Princess Alkas is ready to take the throne with Tylen as her king.

If only a band of pirates isn't about to swipe the crown off her head. 

Under the orders of His Highness, Crown Prince Tylen, the group goes on the hunt for a dead princess to oppose Princess Alkas' ascencion.

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Copyright © 2019 by CailinMatthews

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All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, withouth the prior permission of the author.

All the characters of this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

This was Hanna, a confident, good looking yet an introvert girl. She was friendly but did not have much friends. She was intelligent but never spoke much. She was funny, but did not laugh much. It was probably due to her toxic upbringing that she had built walls arround herself, not letting anybody know her so well. It was only her best friend Lilly, who actually knew who Hanna was in reality. 

Hanna did love her mother a lot, that is why she chose to wear her best creation for today. Her mother did not have time or perhaps did not consider the 'Writer's event' to be important, so Hanna instead wore her mother's creation to feel her presence.

This event was supposed to be the biggest annual even of the United States of America, where only the most reputable and famous authors and tycoons were invited. Two years back in November, Hanna had started to write a scientific fiction book, involving a vast virus, which takes over the entire globe, killing millions of people. And now, the book was already number one selling in America, and was soon planned to be published by her publishing house, in several languages all across the globe. Hanna had dreamt about this virus in her dream two years ago and the next morning, she already found herself writing a scientific love story about the virus.

While the entire world was busy fighting the dangerous coronavirus, a young writer found her love during her time in Quarantine by chance! 

Will the story end up with a tragic ending or is their still any hope for the two...?

A simple and short love story, which will keep you engrossed at the time of isolation!
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Webnovel Spirity Awards 2020

Galahad put his bag in the back of the carriage cart with no regards to the face of fear Disark was making at him. He sat at the passenger seat and smiled at the shivering man like nothing but leisurely events had just taken place.

Young Disark however, was very scared of the man who just took down such an intimidating fighter with almost no effort at all. He actually had no idea that Galahad  fought like his life depended on it, he was in danger nearly half the time he fought Tekko.

Galahad was not normally one to start a conflict, his friends always used to start them often enough. He only intended to use this fight as a way to judge his current limit. If he wanted to find his friends and save them, he needed to know if his strength was independent enough for everyone to survive once he managed to get back in the dungeons.

On the way out of town, Galahad dropped off the cane he'd been borrowing from the medical center. He went no further than the front desk before immediately leaving.

'Pavell doesn't need to see me walking about just fine after just a few days, pretty soon I can drop the act and consume some more mana orbs. ' Galahad was practically giddy at the thought.

Galahad and James made their way out of the city and into the main dirt road that led to the outside world. No more interruptions stopped them as they left. The city disappeared behind them as the rising sun detached itself from the horizon of snowy trees. 

*****

One afternoon had passed and the two travelers made their way through the valley and started to reach the path that cut around the forest and its odd mist. Disark kept glancing to the side of the forest with great concern. He could see wisps of the white fog peaking out between the frozen trees and the chattering noises of animals were freaking him out. Galahad didn't seem to mind, he sat cross-legged and his eyes closed, his face seemed relax with a curl of a smile peaking up every once in a while.

He told Disark that he was only meditating and focusing on internal mana related things. That was not entirely the truth though. He was more focused on going through the properties listed inside his class system. 

He pretended to be meditating because he didn't want to explain any of his odd powers to Disark if he saw his eyes darting around at nothing the nervous scholar could see. 

After a few hours, he discovered a few things that he had overlooked when first fighting in the dungeon with Solteer or connecting to the resonance towers.

He was able to pull up everything from his karmic plate inside his own head, including his vault account and contact runes. 

'Ooh I've got to try and contact someone like this. Will I actually be able to scry them with my thoughts?' Galahad put down a mental note to try that out.

'Oh and If I end up staying in Diagon, I should find a teacher or master who is willing to work on chi training.'

Galahad found his battle against Tekko to be an interesting learning experience. He found his limits were maxed out versus a battle class who was over three times his current level.

Even though he didn't know a whole lot on close combat, Galahad knew enough to know his own fighting style was atrocious. He left himself vulnerable to so many opening and missed a lot of chances to counter attack to end everything much more quickly. 

The only reason he had won was Tekko's psychotic breakdown and all mana orbs Solteer helped him obtain in the warden den. Galahad may have been the one to defeat the Succubus and Tekko, but he knew it wasn't his win alone. His battles so far were from lucky situations and outside help. 

Once he thought of finding himself a martial arts master, a bell went off in his head. That was another function he had discovered, the 'Task Board.' A list he could pull up involving wanted he wanted to do and noted them as tasks. 

[ Task Maker: Find teacher to improve mastery of chi release during combat. ]
[ Create Task? ] [ Yes ] [ No ]

[ Task Maker: Attempt to scry someone without the Karmic Crystal. ]
[ Create Task? ] [ Yes ] [ No ]


Galahad confirmed just the first one in his mind that he wanted to create the task. After that, he went into the 'Task Board' window.

[ INCOMPLETED TASKS: ]
[ Reached level 50 ] [ New Title ]
[ Reached level 100 ] [ New Title ]
[ Unlock Magician Class ] [ Rewards: ??? ]
[ Unlock Summoner Class ] [ Rewards: ??? ]
[ Unlock Creation Class ] [ Rewards: ??? ]


It was useful to put together a list of things he could do in his head, but if was not nearly as interesting as the possible rewards he could earn when unlocking a new class. The task system had confirmed that he could unlock all four types of classes and he will develop an even greater range of titles, that made compressing a smirk quite difficult for Galahad.

'I kinda hope my original magician class doesn't come back. As much as I like helping the others fight from behind, I figure this battle class could do a whole damage with some offensive magic backing it up.'

As Galahad sat and thought about all the future abilities he would develop, he heard something odd. He opened his eyes and saw a bird flying high in the sky above them, cawing out to the empty roads.

"Strange." Was all he could think to say about the lonesome bird. 'You and all your friends should be flying South, it's too cold for you here.' 

James noticed the suddenly active Galahad and expressed a face of concern. He had been tense since the start of the journey, his abrupt change to bring so far outside of the library was really freaking him out.

"Don't worry, I'm just watching for the weather Galahad said without stopping his sudden interest in their surroundings, now watching with a pattern of surveillance. Not helping with the driver's stress what's so ever.

Galahad sighed and broke away from searching the area. "You mentioned back in school your creation class was scholar and you tended to write quite a bit back then. Are you working on anything right now?

"Oh, well I'm not really working on my own piece right now, but I am helping someone else on getting their work published." James thought about it for a moment before finally taking his mind off the idea of dying from the strange fog coming from the woods right next to them.

"She had originally written a romance novel about some summoner and the summon, and now she's trying to get one of her more darker story sent out. She just has a few problems with her descriptors."

"Oh really? Did you know her through school?" Galahad pretended to be interested as it was starting to calm James down.

"No, she lives in Bluewalk actually. She'll be taking the second half of the job to take the empty carriage back to Teramore with me. That's why this job is only hired for the first trip. That and my father's being really stingy with the final payment to his loan. That's probably why I'm the one risking my life going as far as Bluewalk.

"Wait the cargo your father is forcing you to return is a loan? Not his baked goods?" 

"Oh heavens no, the type of bread and pastries my father makes wouldn't last three days in a carriage out of city, he refuses to use preservatives. In the back is a lot of pelts and supplies that the loaner asked for specifically for a little while back."

James thought it seemed strange for asking about supplies instead of money, but he didn't question his father's financial choices. The income of the bakery paid for most of the books James would buy and read at home.

"Huh. I guess that is one way to pay off a loan. So what exactly is your friend writing now?"

"Well I can't just give out the details if it's gonna be published. You know how some people are about their work."

Galahad nodded as if that made any sense to him.

". . . But maybe you could help with one thing she's been struggling with." James started to get a little excited for the first time that day.

"She doesn't know how to write in the concept of mana. She is a battle class so writing about Chi is easy, and nobody knows squat about realm energy. She's been researching the concept of magic without making it seem too fake for a magician to be super critical about."

"She needs help describing mana and magic? Well that I can do." Galahad said after immediately stumping himself with descriptors.

He sat quietly, pondering what exactly might, before realizing this was gonna be a lot for difficult to think about. "Actually give me a second, I don't think now is the best time."

"What? Did you see something?" James was so deep in thought of what to write, he almost forgot he was practically in the wild. He was once again flustered and stressed as soon as the conversation ended.

Galahad laughed at the man's knee jerk reaction without hesitation. He had them press on, only this time he seemed to be surveying the trail with open eyes and head on a swivel.

'Hang on guys, I come back to pull you out of hell soon enough.' That was a task he didn't need to note because he never stopped thinking about them.

*****

Twenty kilometers down the road was a camp hidden just over a hill the path wrapped around. The camp was filled with over forty men and half as many women. Most sat around small fires, drinking mugs of ale that poured from barrels propped up all around them. They were celebrating amongst themselves yet another achievement they made earlier that day.

Inside the largest tent, celebration was kept to a minimal as a large battle-class swordsman was staring intently at a map while dressed in a black heavy pelt cloak, giving the man a grizzly like appearance. He stood there with a menacing glare and only moving his hand as it seemed to be pondering up and down a blue glinting sword at his hip. It was clear this angry looking man was the leader of all the men and women around him.

Everyone inside the tent was quietly drinking their ale and counting the mounds of mana orbs and valuables they had gathered that day. The scene would have been normal to see among big dungeon parties that plunged into the gates for days at a time, but most of them hadn't seen the insides of a dungeon in years.

They had actually obtained such a large mound of mana orbs by pillaging and massacring a convoy that moved across the road that morning. The whole camp was filled with bandits who made a living on stealing from caravans and carriages that passed through the territories they hunted along. This group in particular was one of the worst in the country, they were called the Fangs of Nyt.

The reason they hadn't been caught was due to their raids only occurring on long and desolate roads such as the one nearby. The long travel times made reports of missing carriages harder to confirm and even harder to find. Most cities' government officials would not be readily form a search patrol until the people anticipating the missing transports bombarded the officials about the missing carriages or their shipments they were sure did not arrive from the journey.

The map he looked at was drawn up of most of the roads that carried between the eastern region of the Kingdom. The larger man was about to decide on the next place to make camp before any search parties arrived, until someone could be heard shouting out his name.

"Sir Dante!" Shouted a small and nimble looking boy that ran inside the tent with great excitement. The boy was a scout that usually came with news of a new target, he ran inside two days before the same kind of news.

Dante, the man in the heavy pelt looked up from the map and spoke in a gruff voice. "Young Arma, do you bring news of another possible catch already?"

The little boy nodded excitedly and took in a deep breath before speaking. "Croten found another convoy coming by; it has two travelers, four horses, and a long carriages with a tarp over the contents. If they don't bother setting up for the night, they'll be here by next morning sunrise at the earliest."

"Well done my little scoundrel, you and Croten will be rewarded for your work." Dante's voice boomed across the table. He took a step from the desk and scanned the faces all along the room, commanded everyone in a deeply sinister voice. "Tell the camp to end the party. The Fangs of Nyt will do one more run as we are parting from this section of the road."

A few cheers rang out while others began downing the last of the alcohol before they had to put it all away for the next few day.

They had been sitting at this road to celebrate one more night before selling the orbs. Now it's seems they will get one more reason to celebrate after slaughtering the two travelers in their path.

A world filled with life is nothing more than a stage built to serve the wielders of fate. May the entertainment your life become never be as dark as the one you’re about to journey through.

Galahad Mystroff lived in the world of Endora. A place where he and his friends were able to make money fighting demons in the dungeons below the city of Teramore. The place where his mother and father own a forge and shop they will one day pass to his little brother. His life couldn’t get any better, until everything went to shit. 

When an accident occurs during a dungeon crawl competition; Galahad is left with no friends, no way to fight, and a damaged body. The only thing he has left is a busted sword, words floating in front of his eyes, and a twisted new skill, the ability to devour the essence of monsters.

Can he use this new ability to recover what he lost? Or be consumed by his own obsession for power.

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"Ok students all of you have been assigned their rooms.You will be staying two per room and here are your roommates and some of you have to stay boy and girl forgive me..

Levy and Xander
Lexy and Harley
Sasha and Lenny
Layla and Alexa
Sunny and Amy
The list continued and Sia wondered why her name has not been called yet but also decided on the notion patience pays.
"And you know since this is the Rand's Oasis Vincent will stay in his own Villa with Sia."
"Of course I'll be staying with him."Sia said sarcastically"Ok principal I just have one question why?"Vincent's cold stare made the principal scared but a sly smirk formed on his face
Flashback....
"What can I do for you this wonderful day Mrs.Rand."The principal asked politely"Hello principal I have a wonderful idea for your students."Ok I'm listening."I want your students to go for a trip to our Oasis in New York as a school trip."The principal smiled agreeing to the idea"Ok Mrs.Rand"Oh I have another suggestion in the plane make my done and Sia sit together and also when they reach there they have to share the Villa."The principal frowned"As I heard those two are not in good terms but if you want to help them sure I'm in."The principal agreed then hung up the phone.
Present...
"Because there are no other rooms and you two have to share the Villa let's go."The principal hurriedly said not giving them the time to complain.Vincent and Sia just sighed and went to the Villa.The Villa was surrounded with beautiful flowers and the breeze was cool.Sia and Vincent entered and they both went to their rooms.Sia put down her suitcase and fell on the queen sized bed and closed her eyes for a short nap.She woke up when it was almost time for dinner and quickly freashened up.She put on a blue tank top and shorts.She tied her hair in a ponytail and wore her unicorn slides took her phone.
Ring..
Ring..
"Who is that."Vincent thought angrily.He opened the door and found Lexy and Harley at the door."Oh Hi."Lexy gave him a bitter smile that creeped Vincent"Come in"Oh we will."Lexy dragged Harley in and they sat down at the comfy couch."Are you guys looking for Sia I will call her."Vincent asked them as he saw no one was willing to start a conversation"You know Vincent we still haven't forgiven you after what you did to Sia."Vincent stopped at his tracks and lowered his head"I'm sorry about that day I had no intentions to hurt Sia I was just pissed off and I just said what people wanted me say if I could go back I could deny that fact and I hope Sia will forgive me one day."Vincent took a deep breath.Lexy and Harley stared at him in disbelief did he just apologise genuinely"You will have to earn to my forgiveness Vincent what you did to me was just cruel and a simple I'm sorry can't change that."Sia said getting down the last stair after overhearing their conversation"I understand maybe someday."He also went upstairs to prepare for supper"Let's go I'm so hungry."Sia dragged them to the hall and they sat down.Their food was brought and Sia ate not caring about others"Sia if you continue eating too much you might just get a lot belly."Lexy how could you say that you know I can't get a pot belly because I am the best slacker in the world and also because of my modelling career."They laughed and continued eating till they went back to their room.Sia didn't see Vincent and she never knew if she should be happy or dad but a lot of questions flooded in her head.She decided to take him some food after saying goodbye to her friends.Sia entered the Villa and saw Vincent reading some documents.She bit her lower lip and approached him.Vincent saw a food tin in front and looked up and met Sia's eyes"I didn't see you in the hall so I brought you some food."She looked at him and Vincent gave her a smile and took the tin.She was heading to her room but stopped in her tracks when she heard him speak"Thank you Sia."She turned and gave him a smile then went to her room.
She took out her phone and saw a couple of messages and thirty missed calls from her mother.She smiled and decided to call her mother first.The call was connected after a few rings
MIRANDA:Sia are you ok and why didn't you pick up my phone calls.
SIA:I'm fine mum and sorry I switched off my phone just saw your missed calls.
MIRANDA:Just wanted to know if your fine I know it's late goodnight mummy loves you and so does daddy.
SIA: Love you to 
She hanged up and scrolled through her messages.
KIRA:Hi Sia why so quiet this days did you forget about me.
SIA:Hey Kira one question at at time.No I didn't forget about you it's just that a lot of things have been happening and right now I'm in New York.
KIRA:You left L.A without telling me are you sure I'm still your best friend?
SIA:Of course you are I promise I will tell you everything when I get back ok
KIRA:Ok good nyt
SIA: Good nyt.
She also saw a message from Justin and decided to answer it.
JUSTIN:Hi Sia I'm sorry you were kept with Vincent.
SIA: It's ok we actually don't even cross paths and that is good.
JUSTIN:Ok just wanted to check up on you good night I know how you value your sleep.
Sia let out a chuckle before answering.
SIA:You know me too well good night Justin.
She closed her phone and fell asleep.




Have you ever met a cold boy and a crazy girl???
Live in the world of grandma Sia and Vincent??


*******Spoiler alert****
"Who do you think you are?"Vincent asked coldly
"I am your grandma Sia and stay away from my amazing hair."She flipped her hair and left.


*****A few Companies Later****

Sia walked inside Rand company and into his meeting room and everyone was surprised including Vincent.She stood next to Vincent and took off her sunglasses.

"Is Mr.Rand handsome?"

"Yes absolutely."Everyone answered.

"Well he is my boyfriend now so behave yourself and don't expect anything from him."She kept her arm on his shoulder.

"Today we are going out on a romantic date and I will even wear the skirt he likes."Vincent smiled seeing her craziness..

"Remember Mr.Rand belongs to your grandma Sia.So who does Vincent belong to?"

"Grandma Sia."She smiled.

"Good bye."She kissed him and left.

Oh boy this is the best sleep I get after come this world. There is nothing like living in your own apartment without little noisy shits and bigger bitchy shits. Today I talk Kyuubi about how to give him his freedom without made myself hurt or weaken too much. I already make a promise about it to convince it to help my body upgrade. My best lead is summons I think. İf can make him my summon like Madara did and change seal enough to let him out with summon while still protect our chakra bond to keep Jinchuriki benefits that will be the best outcome. I already think I must learn seals and be like Minato jr. so this will also make him help my development plans more willingly.

I check my memories to making my next plans about my life. I notice I completely forgot the Hyuga incident, Uzumaki mask temple near Konaho and paper bomb net somewhere in the village. For Hyuga incident, if find a way to use it for my benefits I do if I don't I'm not gonna take a risk for someone I do not even know so all things about it connected to my thinking capacity in two months(as much as I know Hinata is two months younger than Naruto). Like in anime does not enough to make me risk my life. For Uzumaki mask temple it is a must to find. But first, I wait to learn henge because if I remember correctly Naruto can do solid transformation because of Kyuubi yang chakra so I can just transform myself a bird and search for it. And for paper bomb network I have not any slightest idea about it. Also, I go to the park and near to Nara clan to meet Shikamaru and Choji. This will let me have contact with Akimichi clan for my work plans and get two good friends so one stone two bird I think. For development as a shinobi, I can use leaf technique with all my body parts have a leaf at the same time so I'm going for a harder version. One of fan fiction I read(sorry not remember the name) mc use two leaf and while make them stick himself turn them opposite ways this is both let him develop better control and help him do multiple jobs at the same time so I will try it to it seem reasonable to me. After I fell like I'm mastered enough with it I start tree running. For academia, I'm not gonna be dead last but even if I can do bunshin at the time I still act like cannot do bunshin no justu and cant pass test so Mizuki will come to me with his offer and use this chance for learning all thing inside forbidden scroll with my memory record! I think this is the best chance I get to learn all things inside the forbidden scroll without becoming Hokage.

Well this many plans are enough for now. I'm gonna start leaf technique 2.0 later go for the public library to finish the last 31 books and going to sleep after that.İts already noon you know! All the planing got my time...

Let me tell you something. When read the fan fiction writer says ''This is as hard as trying to draw circle and square at the same time so I try it and I can do it with little stops. But here is the thing if you do a little stop in leaf technique 2.0 leaf fall and you fail. This gonna be harder than I think...

Two weeks later I can finally do leaf technique 2.0 for 15 minutes without fail. Wuhuu! Today I'm going outside for a meeting with Shikamaru and Choji. Time to get some friends. After 20 minutes walk, I came to the park there is no Shikamaru or Choji but useless pinky and blonde fan girl is here so I go near to them and introduce myself:
Me: Hello there!
(Voice in my head: General Kenobi!)
İno and Sakura: Hi? Who are you?
Me: I am Uzumaki Naruto did you see any guys here can I befriend with? ( I directly go to the question because I'm pretty sure useless pink bitch's parent told her to stay away from me so her best chance is answering me)
Sakura: Two boys watching clouds in this way 10 minutes away.
Me: Thank you. (cloud watching huh? This must be them)
After ten minutes of walking, I found them. Dudes watching clouds and eating chips they really know how to live happily. Time to make friends!
Me: Can I join you?
Shikamaru: Yeah, sure.
And we watch the clouds. İts relaxing I must say. When time passes and noon comes we stop watching because the sun is not let us see anything in peace. I got the opportunity and ask them if they want to play some games. After two weeks from my deal with Hokage the shop already start selling new games. So we go with battleships(actually its no more battleships but battle samurais because I need to make it suitable for Naruto world where is battleships not exist). When we scatter to houses all of us have happy smiles on our faces and I got two friends.

My future self who is a doctor and read a lot of fan fictions about Naruto will reborn as Naruto.Try to recreate Uzumaki village. No system.

I am not a native and not good at grammar.When ı get inspiration i will write no promised chapter per week or something like that.I hope u like it.

cover taken from google not mine.
this  fan fic written for just fun not for money. I do not own any thing about it.

….
Calmly standing there with his hands resting upon his twin swords, TerrorAssault gazed at the small group of people approaching. In accordance with their appearance, he turned back toward Kaiden. From his calm gaze, it was clear he found no difficulty dealing with these approaching people.
"Those couple of techniques you wanted to learn, how about I conduct a live training experience? You'll get to experience them first hand in combat. In this way, it'll be much easier to etch these motions into your mind if I purposely slow them down for you to comprehend," stated TerrorAssault as he made an odd motion, throwing one of his twin swords directly into the air.
As it ascended at a nearly inhuman speed it vanished from sight after reaching an obscene height. It was unknown why he did this, however, there was no change in his placid emotion. Obviously, he knew what he was doing. 
"I would very much appreciate that," nodded the recuperating Kaiden as he also locked his sights on the incoming party. As he gazed in their direction he understood why Kriehn had warned him. Although their momentum didn't eclipse TerrorAssault's in the slightest, it was still notable in its own right.
'Whoosh!'
Like separate storms, each of the five people stood in a straight line before TerrorAssault. They wore similar attire to Ghost who was amongst them. It was just clear their gear was of different levels and rank as they shimmered with different lusters and looked to be made of different materials.
Ayzen located in the middle of everyone gazed silently at TerrorAssault for a moment before solemnly speaking, "Silver Void Demon, why do you interrupt our mission?"
However, rather than answering TerrorAssault simply gazed at them as his view shifted between all of them. A trace of a disdainful expression appeared among his countenance as he spoke simple words, "You have 5 seconds to either disappear and die. Those are your choices."
Widening their eyes, the group of 5 seethed at TerrorAssault's blatant disregard for their presence. What were they, air? They were all experts of the Omniscience or higher Realm. It had been a while since persons related to their targets had disrespected them. In fact, at the mention of their organization one would shudder. Of course, Terror Assault wasn't one such person. 
The trials and tribulations he had suffered through triumphed that of these murderous beings. He was a person who had experienced a head-on bout with a Divine Prospect existence.
"Do you treat our Umbra organization as air simply because you have obtained the Godly Influence Realm and become a Titled Titan? Do you think you're the only one who can reach that level," coldly remarked Ayzen as a pitch-black Sphere of Influence exuded from his body.
Brushing aside Ayzen's pressure, TerrorAssault nodded. It turns out Ayzen was one of those such experts! He had entered the Godly Influence Realm. Previously, Umbra was simply a Monarch-grade Guild as their leading expert was known to be a peak Omniscience existence. However, this turned out to longer be the case as the direct proof was before them.
"Godly Influence Realm huh? I guess the Lunatic Corps can now welcome a 4th Sovereign," lightly chuckled TerrorAssault treating this encounter as air.
"You still have the gall to openly present your indifference? Good," smirked Ayzen as he raised his dagger glancing to his sides, "Darkness, Ghost, Specter, and Nyt operation, commence!"
During this confrontation, TerrorAssault had been slightly counting to himself. At the first sign of Ayzen, releasing his Sphere of Influence, he smirked, "It seems you have made your decision. Unfortunately, it was a silly one."
As the 5 dashed forward, TerrorAssault jumped into the air disappearing, however, unlike the others, Ayzen looked up following his traces due to his superior senses. The Godly Influence Realm wasn't just for show. The feats one could perform in this state were not to be overlooked.
Snatching his descending twin sword, TerrorAssault rotated mid-air with a silver gleam in his eyes as he once against disappeared. Only, this time, he descended entirely too fast for his target to respond to.
"Specter, watch ou-" before Ayzen's warning could reach Specter's ears. The Lv.70 Assassin had his chest stabbed through by the materializing TerrorAssault who pulled back his blade. Swinging his arms, he purposely slowed down the moment before he slashed Specter.
Within 2 seconds, a myriad of silver slashed formed an interconnecting web before landing on Specter's body which in a moment fell lifeless. In that connected web was over 30 slashes. It would be commendable if the Assassin was able to survive that. 
What TerrorAssault just performed was known as his Combat Technique, Void Web. It required one to manipulate air as well as master their own mental energy to contain the "void slashes" one complete it launched as an attack which hit multiple times.
"Tch! Tighten your formation. Don't let him infiltrate your personal space. He utilizes a special aspect which makes him tricky!" ordered Ayzen as he dashed toward TerrorAssault while slashing his daggers horizontally causing a wave of dark aura to billow forth.
He used his Rank 2 Skill - Darkness Slash. Smirking, TerrorAssault glanced at Kaiden. Kicking forward, TerrorAssault fell into his famous technique dubbed the Void Step. When reappeared, his twin sword were shimmering with a rather clear light. 
Unlike Ghost, TerrorAssault didn't hook his weapon whatsoever. He simply grazed his twin swords against the dark wave executing an extremely quick rotation. Furthermore, didn't let go and instead disappeared and reappeared a short distance away before launching his sword at Darkness who was completely unprepared.
Capturing this whole moment, Kaiden's eyes widened. He just witnessed TerrorAssault traveling and holding someone else's skill before redirecting it! This took Flowing Reversal to an entirely different level.
'When can I reach that level? These experts are like babies before TerrorAssault. Look at how calm his expression is. There's no sign of exertion even after continuously using these Combat Techniques.'
At the moment, there was only Ayzen, Ghost and Nyt left. When TerrorAssault redirected the skill at Darkness, he followed up with quick slashes immediately ending their life.
"Tch... Retreat!" ordered Ayzen. However, to his dismay, TerrorAssault's cold face appeared right before him. 
"It seems you're a brand new expert in the level. You don't seem to have a firm grasp over your abilities. Let me show you the difference between our capabilities," sneered TerrorAssault as his Sphere of Influence enlarged. 
Moreover, this time he added the weight of his Will to it. This was the path Kaiden had comprehended on his own to enter the Hyper Intuition Realm. Only, when used like this it could also be "weaponized" like so. Both Ghost and Nyt fell to their knees as it felt like a ton had been pressed upon their shoulders continuously as TerrorAssault increased his pressure. It continued to the point where both Ghost and Nyt struggled to breathe.
'M-monster...this...Anyone at this level is simply a monster!' inwardly wailed Ghost as his mind fell into turmoil. If he died again, he would struggle to enter the Palace of Shadows and obtain a decent place.
"Do you understand now? Every single time you approach my Guild Leader, you will have to deal with me," smirked TerrorAssault before quickly dealing with Ghost and Nyt. 
Step by step, TerrorAssault slowly approached Ayzen who harbored thoughts of abandoning the scene. Of course, that was wishful thinking. How could TerrorAssault, the Silver Void Demon, master of the Void Steps let his target who was weaker than he get away? That was a blasphemous error on Ayzen's part.
"W-what!? Are you saying you joined the new guild? Are you mad? What could prompt you to make such an insane move? The Eight Insurmountable Titans will hunt you!" scowled Ayzen before continuing, "and I will make sure of it."
He harbored hateful thoughts for TerrorAssault interrupting his actions and virtually cutting off his path to extreme profits. The Legendary Chest in Kaiden's hands was an extremely sought after item. First of all, it was the first and only one on the server. It was a known fact that accomplishing the "first" of any task inside «World's Destiny» resulted in increased rewards. This rang true even for accomplishments that didn't warrant a system announcement.
"By all means, take all actions that you would like to, however, just let it be known. I remember your aura. I have no worries about myself but if anything were to happen to my family then I promise you…"
"E-eeaggggghh!!!" an anguished scream blasted from Ayzen's mouth as he clutched his head in pain. His eyes turned blood red as he began trembling. TerrorAssault had concentrated the entire contents of his Will on Ayzen! It was a terrible thing; it felt as if his mind was being forcefully ripped.
"I will make you wish for death. And even then, you wouldn't be granted your wish," murderously continued TerrorAssault before slitting Ayzen's throats and limbs in multiple places. It was now clear why the term "demon" was attached to his pseudonym. Once angered, this man was a walking demon! The heartlessness he acquired over the years became prevalent in these types of situations.
Raising his eyebrows, Kaiden achieved newfound respect for TerrorAssault. He truly placed his family above all else, even himself. It was truly noteworthy in Kaiden's eyes. Moreover, he finally understood what he needed to do to claim TerrorAssault's trust and loyalty outside of the seal on him.
"Did you witness my application of the techniques?" asked TerrorAssault as he left the corpses alone. Letting Kaiden deal with them as he saw fit.
"I did, they were on a completely different level when compared to Ghost. That stepping technique….it still escapes my grasp. However, I know it won't be that way for long," resolutely claimed Kaiden.


Darling it's me, don't you know this is me?
I said I will come and show what you've done

You know it was wrong to separate us; Light Sarah whispered within Dark Sarah, we were always meant to be one!

"Sarah was weak;" hissed Dark Sarah with some venom, "I'm free now and you will not stop me, Light Sarah!"

I can try; vowed Light Sarah...

The Moon is my guide there's no other light
I'm staring at you, your eyes in the night

"Dark Sarah;" said her lawyer as he came in, "I've been assigned to represent you in court!"

Dark Sarah gave a nod of greeting...

"I've read your file and I have a plan to keep you out of jail;" said the man as he sat across from her. "We plead insanity; you went mad after being left at the altar and you weren't thinking straight when you did the murder!"

Now enter the dream. Can you hear the wild scream?
Deep in the night I breath by your side

You know it's true, Dark; said Light Sarah within, our separateness will drive us both mad!

"Shut up, Light;" snapped Dark Sarah suddenly, "go back to sleep and sleep forever, and let me be free!"

Hunting you down it gives me this heat
For now you can breathe, I'll wait till you're weak

Dark Sarah sat in a deep trance and she was singing as she tries to put Light Sarah back to sleep. But Light Sarah fought back and it soon became an internal struggle that caused Dark Sarah to growl as she returned to the living world.

Blinking; Dark Sarah soon noticed that someone else was sitting across from her and for a moment she was startled. The person was a psychologist; she had a pad of lined paper before with writing.

Whispering voices surrounding you,
You're starting to fear what you're going to see in the moon glow
Darling, she's been hiding inside me

"Why did you want to become Dark Sarah?" asked the psychologist as she prepared to write.

Silence...

"If you don't say something I can't help you;" said the older woman matter of fact.

"Odotan iltaa ja yötä sen viimeistä työtä
-se vapauttaa, vie pimeyden taa,
Voimaa antaa. Turvaa haet sä turhaan!
Lupasin ain sinut saavuttaavain, nyt on aika tullut!"

You must say something, Dark; pleads Light Sarah from within, I don't want to die...we don't want to die!

"Shut up, Light;" Dark Sarah suddenly hissed loudly, "I am not mad!"

"Light;" said the psychologist sounding interested, "Light Sarah is your light half?"

I'm hunting your dreams, I'm taking them down
Destroying your heart by draining your love!

"My light half was weak;" Dark Sarah explained with a shrug, "I'm glad that we were separated and I must place, and keep her asleep so that I will be the only one in control!"

"But you and Light Sarah make up the whole Sarah, the Sarah who was betrayed and left heart broken;" explained the psychologist with a slight tilt of her head, "you are both Sarah!"

Now you will feel how my life has been
Living a dream as a living dead being

"I am nothing like Light Sarah;" said Dark Sarah with a scowl, "normal Sarah was tired of pleasing others and she chose to be me!"

"So you and your light half are two different personalities of Sarah in the same body;" said the psychologist thoughtfully. "Where is the real Sarah now?"

"The real Sarah no longer exists;" answered Dark Sarah simply, "Light and I are all that is left of her, and I have no intention of merging with my weak half, and become useless again!"

Whispering voices surround you,
You're starting to fear what you're going to see in the moon glow
Darling, she's been hiding inside me

Dark Sarah was declared insane by DID or Dissociative identity disorder and was sentenced to a facility for life. If she manages to become normal again and be on good behavior by realizing, accepting and coming to terms with what she did, and shows remorse; then she would be released on probation under stricked watch and medication.

"Odotan iltaa ja yötä sen viimeistä työtä
-se vapauttaa, vie pimeyden taa,
Voimaa antaa. Turvaa haet sä turhaan!
Lupasin ain sinut saavuttavain, nyt on aika!"

"Turhaan haet sa turvaa!
Lupaisin ain sinut saavuttavain.
Nyt on aika!"

"Tämä on se uni.
Puhdistava tuli."

Sarah is betrayed on her wedding day and following Fate; she strikes a deal with a serpent and is reborn into a dark life!

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