As a teen with an immense love for books and animes, I've came across writing. of course, I am just a beginner with lots of stories trapped in my head. The sole purpose of this jounal like book is only for experiments. 

In this book, you'll see the world we live in through a teen's eyes, though some of my perspectives and opinions may get criticism. I'll welcome everything from my readers (if I get any) wholeheartedly, except hatred. 

So bear with me as I take you for a rollercoaster ride inside my brain while sharing some snippets and funny incidents I've dealt with. Also, this book is simply an useful interactive platform for honing my English writing skills, 'cause I want to pursue writing in future. 

lastly, I thank you for picking up this one book.

this is just a book im reading and need the audio function! so dont waste time here im already in chapte 55 or something

Shin uncorked the white ceramic gourd labelled 'three' that was resting on his belt, filling the air with a sweet floral smell. Bringing his right hand to his waist, the boy gathered his mana and directed the clear transparent water out from the gourd. The Healing Water glistened brightly as the glare from the sun made contact with it, causing those who were near to squint. 

"You will feel a stinging pain, please bear with it."

Looking at the haggard soldier, Shin smiled while directing his Healing Water towards him. 

"Buahahaha! I am no stranger to pain! Go ahead!"

Although the warrior did not really think that Shin could heal him, he decided to humour the little boy. Taking off his shirt entirely, he revealed every single wound that he had sustained in that battle. Minor cuts and grazes were littered all over his torso, and his limbs had small patches of black, indicating the bruised areas. Of course, the most critical injury was still the cut he gained at the centre of his abdomen. Naturally, Shin had removed the carefully placed bandage before beginning his treatment.

"Argh!!!"

As the Healing Water made contact with the wound, the injured soldier started to groan in pain. However, since he was a veteran when it came to injuries, he sat firmly, not swaying around in the least. Shin was taken aback by the soldier's tolerance to pain. He was wholly aware of the type of pain his patient was going through. To come out of it with just a soft groan was quite remarkable.

"Heal!"

Once the liquid had thoroughly covered the wound, a cerulean light was emitted out. The soldier, who had been bearing incredible amounts of pain, started to feel his head becoming light-headed as if he was in the clouds. The stinging anguish that he felt was replaced with a refreshing feeling on his chest. Closing his eyes, his mind cleared, and he entered into a trance state, surrendering total control of his body to the black-haired teen.

Beads of sweat started falling down Shin's forehead as he directed all of his attention on the open wound. Mana began to flow out from his body like an open tap causing his spiritual energy to deplete rather quickly. However, his efforts were not without any rewards, the open wound on the soldier's chest started to close rapidly, like a clam closing its mouth. It took a while, but eventually, the injury disappeared from the warrior's body, as if it wasn't there in the first place.

"Phew!"

Cutting off the mana supply, Shin dropped the Healing Water that had been contaminated with the soldier's blood and fell onto his bum. It was the first time he healed someone other than himself or his Master. Thankfully, he had done it well. Ariel, noticing that Shin was sweating like a pig, pulled out her handkerchief and wiped off his excess perspiration with a jubilant smile. It was the first time she had seen Shin in action, and she was not disappointed. Taking less than a minute, he managed to fully mend the broken-down soldier and did it without any issues.

"Hmmm? What?! It's over?!"

Waking up from his stupor, the soldier patted himself all over to find out that the cut that was on his chest had disappeared like magic. With great shock, he gawked at the young black-haired teen who was taking a rest on the floor. 

"Y-you… You're really a healer?!"

The soldier's fingers quivered, half in excitement, half in disbelief as he pointed at Shin. He had made fun of the boy when he first offered to treat him and to be honest no one could blame him. Just imagine if a young teen came up to you and claimed to be a healer when all the other healers were at least ten years older than him. Even the most experienced of men would be sceptical of the boy.

"That's what I told you..." 

"Wait, wait, wait… How old are you?!"

The warrior remembered he heard a tale where healers were able to revert back to a younger age using one of their spiritual abilities. Perhaps, the boy sitting in front of him was one such healer.

"I'm turning thirteen this year. Why? Is something wrong?"

Unsure of why his patient was asking those questions, Shin tilted his head in confusion.

"THIRTEEN?! Oh my god! What the hell?!"

All of the healers that the soldier knew were all in their late twenties to their early thirties. Never had he heard of a teenager learning the 'Heal' ability. The soldier's screams attracted the gazes of all nearby patients, lying nearby while waiting for their turn to enter the medical tent. Curious about the commotion, a few of them walked towards the Shin.

"Ronlen, what's going on?"

One of those in the crowd recognised the injured soldier and asked for what happened. 

"This boy, he healed me of my wound!"

"He healed you? This boy?"

"Yeah, he did!"

"No way, Ronlen are you drunk? He's not even an adult, how could he be a healer?"

"Hmph! Why don't you try it then?!"

As usual, Shin's age made everyone doubt that he genuinely was a healer. After a short period of rest, the black-haired teen recovered his bearings and stood up to address the crowd.

"Wait, Shin. Shouldn't you be resting after that?"

Before he could say a word though, Ariel butted in, worried that Shin might overextend himself and collapse.

"No worries, healing that soldier only depleted a fifth of my mana reserves. I can still treat more people."

'Heal' was an extremely mana expensive ability. Shin had just recently promoted to the Spirit Apostle realm. Thus, he had to use that ability sparingly. Reassuring his concerned childhood friend, Shin tapped her shoulders to indicate that he was alright. Glancing around, the young healer scanned for his next patient. Since his mana was limited, he might as well treat the more severe injuries first. Noticing a young woman lying flat on the sheets while clutching her stomach, Shin moved forward.



~~~



"Okay, that's one more down..."

While Shin was busy healing Ronlen outside, inside the pristine medical tent, ten individuals, all donned in pure white gowns bearing the mark of the Healing Association, were hard at work treating their patients. Multiple patients inside the tent required immediate medical attention. Thus, none of the healers had any spare time in their hands. 

"Healer Escred, thanks for the good work! After the next patient, the remainder of the soldiers all have light injuries, so there's no need to push yourself too much."

Sitting on top of a portable chair, a mature hazel brown-haired man rubbed the edges of his chiselled cheeks while letting a yawn go. At his side, a brunette woman, who held onto a chart put forth a warm smile while addressing the man. As the head nurse, she was the moral support of both the patients and the healers present. Thus, she had to ensure that the healers were not overworked to the point of exhaustion.

"Nurse Hannah, this is nothing compared to the sacrifice that our soldiers gave for the safety of Aldrich's Keep. Furthermore, as a healer, it is my responsibility to aid any patients that walk through that door."

Standing up from his chair, he grabbed the chart away from the woman's hands and started to read from it. 

"Hah… If only the crisis didn't come at such an unfortunate time. We hardly have enough healers!"

There were always ten healers stationed on Aldrich's Keep, and since the fort only sees action during the purge that happens every ten years, it caused a significant problem for the healers in the keep. They were currently severely short-handed. Typically, when the purge was nearing, the Himmel Empire would pay the Healer's Association to send more doctors to the Keep. However, since the upcoming purge was so unexpected, they lacked the time or the resources to get external help.

"There's no helping it. We have to make do with what we have. Oh yeah, nurse Hannah. Just now, you were shouting at two young kids. What happened?"

Seeing that the conversation had taken a downturn, Escred opted to change the topic lest their moods worsen.

"Hmmm? Oh, that! Get this, that black-haired boy claimed to be a healer and wanted to assist you guys in treating the patients. What a joke right?!"

Recalling her previous interaction with Shin and Ariel, nurse Hannah scoffed in displeasure. Her image of Shin still remained as the boy who wanted to show off to his girlfriend. 

"That young kid was a healer? That would be highly unlikely..."

Hearing the outlandish tale, Escred fell deep into thought. 

'That being said, the number of healers has been diminishing for a while. Hah, is there a way to get younger Spirit Users more interested in the path of healing?'

Back when he reported to the Healer's Association a few years ago, Escred wandered through the hallways and barely saw any new and young faces. The path of a healer was an unpopular one. Many youths in their adolescent years would look down on healers and would instead train for the path of a warrior or any other profession causing there to be a severe deficit of talented Spirit Users to join their ranks. It was a problem identified by the Healer's Association many years ago, and they have tried multiple measures to help rectify this issue. However, none of their attempts worked as the number of healer apprentices kept dwindling.

"Haha, youth… Anyway, I should get back to work. There are still so many patients waiting quietly outside."

"Right, right! I shall leave you be then!"

Bowing down to Escred, nurse Hannah backed away to check on another healer in the tent. However, at this time…

"OHHHHH!!!"

Loud screams of admiration from the outside echoed into the medical tent, causing all the healers to lose their concentration. Turning their heads to the entrance, all the nurses and healers wondered what had happened.

"Something is happening outside?"

Escred, who was nearest to the exit, briskly walked forward to see what the commotion was about. Exiting the tent, he saw a crowd of soldiers all clustered together in a doughnut shape, as if there was some sort of show in the middle.

"What's going on here?"

"Healer Escred! Come and see! Apparently, there's this super young healer here that is tending to our injuries!"

One random soldier replied the hazel-coloured haired man. 

"Young healer? Could it be?"

Pushing through the crowd, Escred attempted to get a good view of the mysterious young teenager; and he wasn't disappointed. Sitting down next to a sleeping woman warrior with an exposed stomach, a black-haired boy was controlling a small amount of water while covering her wound.

"Is he washing her injury? No, wait! That ability is!"

At that moment, a bright cerulean light illuminated the area, blinding those who were too close to Shin and his patient. The woman, who was in agony, seemed to have brightened up as her complexion recovered. The wound that had plagued her for so long had all but vanished, leaving behind her smooth and white belly. 

"Did he really just cast 'Heal?!'"

Escred's jaw dropped at the sight of Shin successfully treating the injured woman lying on the floor. He of all people knew how difficult it was to learn the esteemed ability. Not only must one possess the right Spirit, but they must also read towers of books to even get close to comprehending the ability. Escred himself took over a decade in an apprenticeship before he was qualified to learn 'Heal' and yet this young teenager did it like it was nothing.

"What the hell is that boy?!"

Over a million years ago, the first human contracted with the first Spirit. Ever since then, Spirit use has become commonplace. Humans used Spirits to carry items and start fires. Eventually, even start wars. Thousands upon thousands of years past and one day, one human did the impossible. He transcended his mortality and ascended to the realm above.  

In the present day, the Frie Clan was once a great clan of the Himmel empire. However, a devastating battle ten years ago crippled the clan and their numbers dwindled. To make up for their loss, the upper echelons decided to adopt young orphans and nurture them to become a future pillar of the weakened clan. Shin was one of those orphans. 

Although picked up by the Frie Clan, not all is smooth sailing for Shin and the other orphans...
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The editor of the publication, with tousled hair and a Hitler 'stache, slammed the manuscript down onto the table.

"This is rubbish!" he roared at the young man anxiously standing in front of him.

"Excuse me, sir?" Amerigo Fiscella said nervously.

"This story," he began, "explores a multitude of themes which are really relevant today. It is written with extremely good vocabulary and there are several instances of dramatic irony which provide for excellent sources of comedy."

"Pardon me sir, b-b-but-"

"Spit it out, Fiscella!"

"Those all sound like g-good things," Amerigo said, before hastily adding, "-sir."

"Amerigo, those DO all sound like good things… for bloody high school required reading! Nobody has laughed at any of Shakespeare's jokes in the last two centuries, and even nineteenth century fogies wouldn't chuckle at your 'humour'" he put air-quotes around 'humour'.

"These days, this story," the editor continued, holding up the magazine, would be considered one thing. Boring. You use long words which mean little, and you can make words flow, but you cannot put together a good joke to save your life!"

Amerigo sighed, "I know sir, but I can't figure out what they want! I try to be funny but I just can't figure out what our audience think is funny!"

"Well then, Fiscella, I want YOU to go out there and conduct some market research!"

"I-I'm not so sure what you mean."

"This coming week, Monday to Friday, I want you to go around and collect information of what our target audience does, and finds funny."

"You mean our target audience of teenage girls?"

"No, I mean our OTHER target audience of male senior citizens...yes, of course I mean our target audience of teenage girls."

"Let me get this straight. You want me, a middle-aged Italian-American man to approach little girls."

"What about this are you not getting?"

Amerigo gestured wildly, "The part where you want me to be a gods damned creep for a week!"

"Nonsense, my boy," the editor rose out of his seat, prompting Amerigo to do the same. The moment he was out of his seat, he began pushing Amerigo out of his office.

Literally.

"But sir-"

"If you can't do this much, you can kiss your job here goodbye!" the editor called after Amerigo, as he slammed his office door shut.

Amerigo collapsed onto the floor and sighed.

"Why is it always me?"

***

Amerigo made his way to a kid's park, because that was where teenage girls hang out.

At least in his novels.

He got to the gate of the park.

The guard gave him a slightly suspicious look. Amerigo couldn't imagine why. He was just one man walking into a park for children all alone, looking around for a good teenage child to interview to figure out the likes and dislikes of kids these days.

"You here to pick up your kid, sir," the guard asked, opening the gate for Amerigo.

Amerigo hmmed noncommittally, and mumbled, "Something like that." 

He couldn't be bothered paying attention to the security guard of all people.

He looked around and frowned. Teen girls were a lot shorter than he remembered them to be. 

'Maybe the shorter they are,' Amerigo thought, 'the more likely they are to talk to me!'

Amerigo had always thought there was a correlation between being short and intelligence, after all, why else would God have left him with only 160 centimetres of height!

"Hello, little girl, my name is Amerigo Fiscella, how do you do?" Amerigo bent down onto his haunches, and stuck out a hand for the girl to shake.

The girl took his hand, apprehensive, but did not say anything.

"So, little girl," he hesitated, where should he start?

She kept staring at him.

Amerigo was beginning to feel a little bit uncomfortable so he shiftily broke eye contact.

"What is your name?" he finally asked. He was fairly sure that teenagers just studied in their free time, maybe had a laugh at their private copy of 'Twelfth Night', or maybe a PG Wodehouse if they were feeling all edgy and modern.

The girl continued to stare at him.

"Stranger!" she announced loudly.

Amerigo sputtered, "Excuse me, I introduced myself at the beginning of our little conversation, it is YOU who was so rude as to not introduce yourself!"

"Stranger," the girl announced again, before slurring out, "Danger. Stranger Danger!"

At once the many mothers of children who were walking around the park were on high alert.

One mother came running.

"What are you doing with my Alice!" she shrieked, "My precious, three-year-old Alice!"

Amerigo sputtered once again, "I am...a writer," he announced, "And I was talking to her for, uhm, market research."

But Alice's mother wasn't listening to him, or what he was saying.

WHACK!

She whacked Amerigo with her handbag, "Get away from my child!"

"Sir, I think you need to step out of the park," the guard had come to see what was wrong.

Amerigo shook his fist like a Scooby-Doo villain, "I'll get you one day Alice!"

***

Second Try.

He HAD to get some intel this time. Otherwise, he would be out of a job.

He tried entering the park through the front but the guard wouldn't let him. So he was here. Trying to climb the fence with limited success.

With a grunt, Amerigo tumbled over the fence and hit the ground with a loud thud, sending kids screaming.

Somehow that served as a mom-beacon and he was once again faced with several angry mothers with handbags ready to whack.

*** 

Third Try

Amerigo managed to sneak into the park while the guard was getting himself a coffee.

One little girl was the first to see him, she looked at him and pointed and said loudly, "Creepster."

"Creepster?" Amerigo repeated.

"CREEPSTER!" all of the children in the park repeated.

And the mother brigade was back.

***

Amerigo nursed his many injuries as he ranted to his boss, "Those children are barbarians!" he shouted angrily, "They can barely string together 2 words, let alone read a bloody story! If this is what I have to write for, then I QUIT!"

With that, he stormed out of the room.

The editor smiled.

This was by far the easiest way to trim the fat off his corporation.

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A collection of prompt-based short stories. The prompt consisting of three random words, and one random name.

Hilarious, irreverent, and witty.

Sighed of Mo Leitian breathing focused himself to run away from the dark deep forest. "Don't run. I will get you for sure! Running won't help you. heehehehee..." an scary witchy voice were whispering around the forest and bind his eyes with black fold. "Ahhhh.... I want to get away from you.." he cried. 
Suddenly, Monday alarm has started "Tit-Tit! Tit-Tit!" he waked up and sat with sweaty deep breathe. "Oh! Again, I hate girls." he sat on his bed to heal himself from vivid dream. He took a deep breathe in and out, then practised his morning yoga. 

" Leitian! Mo Leitian!" his mom start calling  him. 
Leitian replied softly, "Yes, Maa. I'm coming."

 "Yes, You should. We need to talk" When he heard his mom words, he felt confused of himself. He came down quitely after finishing his morning routine "Maa, what can I do for you as a son?" 
Mrs. Mo took out Leitian's appointment letter " Look! What is this? You're late 20's. You're supposed to have a family instead  of touring around the world."

"Maa, I have you and it is enough for me now. It's not touring around. It's an appointment letter to become an international teacher." He tried to slide the topic but his mom continued "Yes! Yes! We are family because I have you and your brother, but who will be there for you when you brother get married and I'm not around."

"Maa, please give me that letter. I won't give any burden to you. I'll get married after I achieved  my goal." he slightly  grasped the letter from the table and greet "Thank you Maa for giving me a good life." 

He speed his walk toward the dining room and sat quietly. He managed to make a decision for his lifetime. His mom brought an apple pie and sweet bread and butter on the breakfast table, " Do you know Miss Xui Ran? She came to our house  yesterday. She is so pretty  and have high standard. I like her." 

"I think Xui Ran has becoming an old lady as she wants to create a friend circle with my mom." he changed it into humour and start having his breakfast. 
"My respected son, When will you come to my point?" his mom is also no easy to talk with her sarcastic.
"Maa, I'm your son. You know me better. Hahaha..."
" Keep quiet, while having food. It may choked you." Mrs.Mo end up the topic with smile.
 
Mo Leitian look  slightly  to his mom" Maa, I have done my breakfast. So, I have to meet some friends. " 

"Where? Don't  return lately, little brother's  exam is near. Do you get me?"
"Hmmm... Maa is so worried  for his two sons." and walked outside.

The sun is so warm and bright. The flowers were blooming around and birds were twittering with their flocks,  but every good mood and scene was crashed at once with one face, that's  Xui Ran. Leitian flashed back his teen memories crushing on Xui Ran  but she reject him because he is not so intelligent.  From that moment, he tried  hard to brought out the best abilities of what he can and then he achieved the award of 5th rank in State level exam. 

"Ahhhishh! That girl again. Nightmare" Leitian has rejected her too but she had never stopped hanging around him. 

Xui Ran waved her hand by seeing him " Hi! Leitian.  Where are you heading? Can we walk for a while? " 
"I have never met such a doctor accompanied without a single patient, except the person next to me." and he walk toward the street bench. 
"I have a duty too but it is night shift." she replied and continued " Your mom asked me to bring my parents too." 

" I won't  marry my mother's  friends." Leitian flashes away from her sight. She nodded her head down and murmured alone, " I have  made a mistake in the past but I don't understand how to repay."

Mo Leitian has to involved with women but he is not fondly with women. He has premonition which was cursed by a strange creature. In order to over the witch's spell, he has to make-over himself from inside. In that case, he was appointed as PT mentor for Girls High School. At that moment, he understands every woman are different like flowers and it helps to break the spell with his new transformation. He also found the one, he lost during the cursed but she didn't recognised him...

PRESENT DAY
LEIA
My armpits were sweating like crazy. The sun had chosen that exact day to give the most heat and with the clothes I was wearing, I was sure going to pass out.
I bit my lip as I stared at the red-bricked building in front of me. Leroy High hadn't changed one bit—except this time, instead of junior building, I was going to the senior one.
Our school system was hard to describe to a foreigner. Since the British had—sadly—ruled over Pakistan, we were forced to follow their education system. 
Except for, here's the shock, we were somehow also following the American system.
See? I said it was complicated.
Leroy High was located in a posh area near the airport and it was the biggest campus in all of Pakistan. It was also the most expensive. 
How I was paying for it all on my own, was a story for another time. Right now, I had a killer entry to make. 
It was going to suck so bad.
Turning the ignition off, I slammed my head on the steering wheel of my mini and groaned.
Half an hour of sitting in the same position, and I still didn't have the courage to face everyone. Real life was much different from books.
You have fears and you can't just live with the 'I don't care what people think' attitude. Because at the end of the day, you sometimes did care.
At the very least, you cared on the first day.
Especially when you'd been the gossip of town for years and you did not fit anywhere in the societal standards. At least, not anymore. 
I took one last deep breath and forced myself to turn off the Qur'an playing on my phone. It was one hell of a phone too. 
Don't judge.
Cautiously, I opened the car door and then stepped out. Already people in the parking lot were staring. Oh Gosh. 
Deep breaths, Leia. Deep breaths.
I slammed the door shut but the car was so old, the door refused to shut. I gritted my teeth, feeling embarrassed flames all over my ears and cheeks. 
It was a good thing nobody could see either of those things. They could just see my eyes and . . . well, I wasn't crying. Yet.
"Excuse me?" Somebody called from behind.
My head flew back, seeing the security guard look at me like I was a terrorist. Don't ask how I knew. It was just the way his narrowed eyes took in my ankle-length blue robe, my hijab and of course, the veil covering my entire face save for my eyes. 
"Yeah?" I tried to keep the annoyance out of my voice.
He was probably just trying to ensure I wasn't a threat to the school. That was a good thing. Especially after the various attacks at schools over the years in Pakistan. 
My gut tightened, anyway. I hated scrutiny. I had done nothing to be looked over at like I was going to put a bullet through his head.
People had made their own definition of terrorism. And according to them, terrorists were people who followed their religion—men who wore white thaubs, had a sunnah beard and women who were covered from head to toe. 
I wished I could fix their brains but so far, I'd been unsuccessful.
"Are you a student here?" He asked in Urdu, our local language.
"Yes, Bhai," I said, using the term of respect—brother. I unzipped my backpack and took out my student ID and passport—you know, in case he asked for that too.
You could never be sure.
His eyes were narrowed on the card—on my photo, no doubt. He looked back and forth, from me to the photo again.
I saved him the trouble and looked to the left and right, lifting my veil quickly. His eyes scanned my face, widening slightly. 
Great, he knew who I was too.
He nodded, handing my stuff back to me. "I'm sorry for any inconvenience I might have caused, ma'am. I'm just abiding by the school rules."
I gave him a smile he did not see since I had lowered my veil again and locked my car, walking over the stone and grass. 
My hands fiddled with the straps of my backpack as I felt every person in the parking lot staring at me. 
I heard whispering but I knew this was nothing compared to the chaos that would be caused when I lifted the veil. When people knew who I really was.
For some reason, this was worse. It was sad that these were all Muslims yet they were judging me just because I chose to wear religious clothing. 
There was another thing I hated—I was going to have to take this all off, save for the hijab.
School rules. 
Still, this was a necessity and not something that was in my grasp. I was going to have to do it.
"Oho," A guy with his group of friends called out from my right. "What beauty are you hiding underneath all that?"
I kept walking as though I hadn't heard them. Useless boys.
"I would love to see!" He called out. "Give me a call. Or better yet, send a pic. All the girls know my number."
This time, I had to look back to glare at his filthy insinuation. 
I bumped into someone and he grunted. It was definitely a he because that deep rumble was unmistakably all male. 
I shook my head, clearing my teen thoughts and lifted my face to look up up up. 
Fire lit up in the pits of my belly and began burning my heart. I was sure I wasn't breathing. Memories from my childhood came crashing back to me and I felt like falling to the ground and sobbing.
And apologizing. 
I had a lot of that to do as well.
But Zayn stared at me with blank eyes. Those beautiful eyes I loved looking into in our alone time had no emotion. It was like he was dead.
I knew it had something to do with me. I had just–Crap, I had just—
"Watch where you're going," He spit out, not even bothering to look at me.
It was like a slap to the face. 
I'd recognize you anywhere, sweetness.
Yet, he hadn't. I was all grown up now, I knew that. The last time we'd seen each other, I was ten and he was a little over eleven.
My eyes scanned his face and then down to his body. He had filled out in all the right places—broad shoulders, thick, muscular arms and thighs—oh yes, I noticed the thighs. Gone was the baby skin and in place of it was a bronze, rugged face with all hard planes and sharp cheekbones and a dark stubble that made him the most gorgeous male I had ever seen.
"Did you not hear me?" He barked and I jumped out of my skin.
I was staring. Crap, I was staring at a non-mahram male. I quickly stepped aside and turned my gaze elsewhere, muttering apologies to God.
"Zayn, man," I saw some guy patting him on the shoulder. "Where have you been? I was looking for . . ." His eyes fell on me and he snickered. "And who are you?"
"It doesn't talk," Zayn told him, as unkind as his friend.
Hurt slammed into me and I could hear the constant crashing of my heart against my ribcage as I died a little from the inside.
All men are the same, mummy's voice crept into my head. They're good to you until they have no use of you and then throw you away like trash. 
But Zayn—my Zayn—had never been like that. 
Beneath the dark, broody guy was the sweetest, kindest person I had ever met in my life. He helped me when no one else did and he was there to hold me when I cried because of my parent's fights. He talked to me about everything, told me stuff he had never shared with anyone else. He was . . . simply the most loyal friend I'd ever had.
I had left without a word. In his worst time, I was the one who wasn't there to hold him when he fell apart. 
No amount of therapy could remove my self-loathing for all that I'd done to him. 
There wasn't even a way to fix it. We weren't children anymore and in Islam, men and women could never be just friends. 
I'd also just had very unfriendly thoughts about him earlier . . .
And now he was being rude. He called me an 'it'. Seriously, when had people's sense of humour changed so much?
His friend threw his head back and roared with laughter. "Oh man . . . I wonder how long she'll keep standing there. She must be fascinated with English. Tell me, girl, do you understand a word we're saying? Nah, probably not."
I had to clench my hands tightly so that I wouldn't smack him right across the jaw. I bit my tongue, trying hard not to reply.
But I had to. I just had to.
I pressed a hand to my chest in mock offence. "Is that an American accent I detect? I wonder where you caught it from since,"—I shot him a hard glare—"I'm pretty sure you were born and raised in Pakistan, Zeeshan Ali Khan."
He licked his lips, unable to hold my gaze. It was a shame such beauty was wasted on a guy like him. He scoffed and then stepped closer to me. 
Instinct told me to flinch back but I'd be damned if I let a guy intimidate me. If I let anyone make me feel bad just because I was different.
"How long do you think you'll survive here, huh?" His face was getting too close to mine and I wasn't sure how long I could keep my spine straight. I could already feel my knees trembling and that was never a good sign. Soon I would . . . No, I wasn't going to think about that. "With that thing on, I'd take a quick guess and say . . ." He brought his hand to my face as though he would forcefully take off my veil and this time I did move back. "Not a second."
"Don't you dare invade my personal space again," I warned, wanting to split his pretty face into two.
He laughed at that, as though it was a joke. He looked back at Zayn as he carelessly stood back, watching uncaringly. "Did you hear that, Z? Girl thinks we'll allow her to wear something like that in our school. Heck, if it were up to me, I'd ban this black thing in the entire world."
As if I cared what he thought of me. Or what his prodigious ambitions were. "You'll make a great corrupt politician one day. Congratulations." I moved to leave but he grabbed my arm.
"Don't you dare touch me or I'll break your nose!" 
He looked surprised. As though going around touching people against their will was totally okay. As though he had never gotten this reaction before.
He quickly regained himself. "Where did you think you were going?"
I pointed a thumb towards the campus building and spoke in a 'duh' manner. "I have a class to attend, if you'd allow me."
Before he could say anything, another boy joined us, slapping Zayn and Zeeshan on the shoulder. It was nearly impossible to recognize Anas Wahab—another one of the many guys that were in my class since pre-school—with the nose and ear piercings and chains around his neck. 
Why was it always the jerks that were gorgeous-looking?
And the trio seemed like close friends although they'd barely ever talked back when I was with Zayn. We were inseparable and nobody could ever understand us the way we understood each other.
My eyes begged to see Zayn again and because I knew it was wrong, I denied them the view. It was better this way.
Taking off my veil wasn't going to end well.
Of that much I was sure.
But it was time.
And I wasn't ready.

Leroy High—my personal hell.

In our school, the system is different and rules have been set from the first day.

Who set them, you must be wondering. So maybe I should enlighten you.

It’s the three ridiculously good-looking, filthy rich and incredibly rude guys. 

They think they rule over the school just because all girls fawn over them and guys want to be them. 
I hate all three of them. 

Especially Zayn.

As children, we used to be best friends. Until the day everything around me came crashing down and I had to leave.

Now I’m back. 

And this time, I’m different. 

Just how different, you’re about to find out…

Y/N Y/L/N(Your Name  Your Last Name)  is 'not' the person you are thinking her to be. She loves to read books especially fanfiction, classics, fantasies, teen romances etc. Sounds quite normal for a teen girl. But, she's 'not' a normal girl. 

It's her journey of adjusting into a world that doesn't belong to her. In this journey she faces intentional pain from her cruel foster family and unintentional hurt by her friend's so-called lovers. Until, she comes closer to an innocent nerd called PETER PARKER and a local superhero SPIDER-MAN, both bringing a big change in her life. 

Will Peter's crush on Liz sideline Y/n like everyone did? Or will get to something unexpected?

But, in this conversion we shouldn't forget to mention her REAL HOME?!

▪Are u ready to be a part of her mysterious journey full of adventure and love?

▪If yes, then stay tuned..

Started: 13 Dec 2018
Ended: ???

(Daily updates) 

Genre: Young-adult, sci-fi, fantasy, romance

Y/N Y/L/N is 'not' the person you are thinking her to be. She loves to read books especially fanfiction, classics, fantasies, teen romances etc. Sounds quite normal for a teen girl. But, she's 'not' a normal girl. 

It's her journey of adjusting into a world that doesn't belong to her. In this journey she faces intentional pain from her cruel foster family and unintentional hurt by her friend's so-called lovers. Until, she comes closer to an innocent nerd called PETER PARKER and a local superhero SPIDER-MAN, both bringing a big change in her life. 

Will Peter's crush on Liz sideline Y/n like everyone did? Or will get to something unexpected?

But, in this conversion we shouldn't forget to mention her REAL HOME?!

▪Are u ready to be a part of her mysterious journey full of adventure and love?

▪If yes, then stay tuned..

Started: 13 Dec 2018
Ended: ???

(Daily updates) 

Genre: Young-adult, sci-fi, fantasy, romance

Hua Tuo nodded as Zero recited everything correctly from his earlier lecture about the cow's surgery. The mother had been prepared for the operation the previous night and was currently waiting in the makeshift operating stable.
Zero was initially shocked when he was told that the cow would be standing up while they did the surgery. Hua Tuo then explained that animals had different anatomies from humans. The cow's organs were closer to the rear and lying down would only make things more difficult for both the cow and the doctor.
"Remember the needles? You'd have to also stick them in deeper because the cow's skin is thicker than human's. They also have different meridian points so be careful when you're numbing the area," Hua Tuo warned his student who was looking paler by the second.
The poor apprentice was feeling the last second cold feet and the Sage God sighed. The confidence Zero normally had suddenly disappeared and Hua Tuo wondered what caused the teenager to change. When he was younger, he created chimaeras that massacred villages. The number of lives lost to perfect revival magic was also quite significant. Why was Zero fretting over surgery? It's less complex when compared to healing magic. Didn't the teen have any faith in his medical skills?
"Zero," Hua Tuo called out to his disciple. The boy was freaking out too much for Hua Tuo to be sure about Zero's performance during the operation. Being mentally and emotionally unstable before and during the surgery will only jeopardise the patient's life.
"Calm down. If you continue to be this nervous, I'm afraid I cannot allow you to assist me during the surgery. Both mother and child will be in danger if you cannot remain calm and react accordingly when the situation calls for it."
Hearing that, Zero felt a chill enter his heart. That disappointed look on Hua Tuo's face only confirmed his fears. His teacher didn't think his medical skills were good enough. Zero thought about it. Most times, he would get by using healing magic. Today's ban from using any magic at all made Zero feel as if he was asked to walk on a tightrope blindfolded over a valley. His hands shook terribly and Zero tried to hide them under the baggy robe sleeves.
Hua Tuo noticed that his student was being unusually quiet. The teen also had his head bowed, eyes glued onto the ground. If people didn't know better, they would think that Hua Tuo was reprimanding Zero. In fact, Zero looked as if his entire world had shattered when Hua Tuo suggested that he should take a step back if he couldn't pull himself together. The physician only meant well to not rush Zero into something he wasn't ready for. However, judging from Zero's crestfallen expression, the doctor felt that Zero might have taken it the wrong way.
His student wasn't someone who would blame others and lash out to blame everyone when things weren't right. If anything, Zero would take it all upon his small shoulders to be responsible for the wrongs that didn't belong to him. Although the teenager didn't say it aloud, everyone knew that Zero blames himself for all the wrongs in the world, thinking that it was his fault that he previously created things so badly. Still, they couldn't offer any words of consolation because it was, in a way, true.
"Zero..."
The teenager didn't dare look up and hunched his shoulders so that he looked smaller than he usually would appear to be. The severe lack of confidence was something Hua Tuo didn't understand. He thought that his student was making good progress and would be ready for a more hands-on lesson. Apparently, he was wrong.
"Cleo told me about how you were feeling last night. We still have some time before the surgery, would you like to talk to me about it?"
Slowly, the boy lifted his head to meet Hua Tuo with the meekest looking eyes the saint had ever seen. His student had never looked more vulnerable and Hua Tuo was reminded about how young Zero technically was. True, he might be a quick learner and a powerful being. However, his emotional intelligence was similar to a child even if he was growing quickly and had several sets of memories to learn from with a few mindscape buddies. The teen's insecurities played through strongly and the physician knew that he couldn't be harsh on his apprentice this time. He didn't want to break the boy's confidence, he didn't want Zero to fear medicine.
Zero trembled. Cleo had told Hua Tuo about his ridiculous fears. What would his teacher think about him now?
"Zero, doctors are not infallible and neither are Gods. Everyone will make mistakes whether we want to or not. This is not something that can be avoided."
"But if I fail to make the right diagnosis, lives will be lost."
Hua Tuo nodded. He wouldn't deny this. "And if you don't learn, you won't save any at all."
Zero looked at his teacher. There was a weird silent moment as Zero struggled to understand the price of becoming a doctor. Hua Tuo once told him before they arrived at Half Moon Village that a knife could be used to kill, heal and cook. There were many ways to use a knife and Zero had to decide what he wanted to do with it. Initially, he chose the path of medicine because he wanted to ease other people's pain. Right now, he was reconsidering it. Medicine wasn't the only path to relieving other people's pain, right?
Hua Tuo felt apprehension at the strange look in Zero's eyes. The boy was definitely thinking about something weird.
"Do I have to become a doctor to remove the suffering of others?"
Hua Tuo didn't answer immediately. There were two ways to handle this and right now, lying to Zero would only harm his student in the future. They've made so much progress and this would be the final hurdle before Zero becomes a full-fledged doctor. If he cannot find his resolve to practice medicine, Hua Tuo wouldn't want Zero to continue walking the path of a doctor.
"No."
The simple answer made Zero's eyes widen. While he knew that there might be other paths for what he wanted, he didn't expect Hua Tuo to answer him so truthfully. The old man was determined to guide Zero and shape him into a brilliant doctor that he can be proud of. Zero knew that his teacher had given so much to make it come true and if he backed out now, Hua Tuo would be severely disappointed. The Sage God could simply tell him that becoming a doctor was the best way to do it instead of giving him an answer that didn't have any merits for what Hua Tuo wanted.
"Why did you choose to become a doctor then? There should be other easier paths, right?"
Zero's question made a sad smile appear on the old man's face. It had been a long time since someone asked him why he chose the painful path of medicine.
"I was born during a time when humans were at war, killing each other and struggling to rule each other."
Zero sat down. Hua Tuo barely shared anything about his past before this and the teen knew that he might never have another chance to hear his teacher's story again if he missed this opportunity.
"Becoming a doctor was like a free pass to get away from forced army conscription and being sent to the war lines. I often travelled and didn't stay long in any one place simply because I didn't want to work for any faction. All I wanted was for the war to be quickly over. Back then, there was a general called Cao Cao whom I thought would be able to unite the three kingdoms and end the nightmarish days. Hence, I gave my life up to treat him."
Zero could see the horrors of war from Hua Tuo's description with some of Venn's memories. He didn't ask about the specifics of Hua Tuo's 'death' back then but if his teacher decided to lay his life down for his patient, that patient must mean something to him.
Listening to Hua Tuo's story made Zero understand a few things. Hua Tuo didn't choose the medical path purely out of his desire to save others. He did it due to circumstances. For Zero, what was his reason for walking down this path? The teen wasn't too dense. He recognised his abilities in magic and even cultivation. If he chose either path, he could end up becoming a huge force to be reckoned with on top of his latent abilities for absorption. There was no actual need for Zero to walk this thorny road built upon corpses and sacrifice. he could still save others and remove their sufferings in a different way.
"If you had another chance, would you still choose the path of a doctor?"
Zero's question was almost quiet and Hua Tuo sighed. Would he?
"Honestly? I don't really know. I didn't think that far ahead. However, I've never regretted becoming a doctor. Sure, there may be times when my learning becomes stagnant, when I fail to find cures to unknown illnesses, when lives have been lost because I couldn't treat them on time. However, I've never had anyone blame me for trying my hardest to help. That just makes me want to continue trying despite the number of graves in my heart."
Zero thought about the number of graves in his heart and teared up. It didn't matter if it was caused by him directly or indirectly, Zero had already killed hundreds ever since he regained his consciousness. If he were to think about the lives his Divine Entities and Fragments took as well as the lives that were in agony because of Solo, Zero was far from innocent. His hands were bloodier than his teacher's.
Was there really a way for Zero to turn around and pretend he doesn't know who caused the suffering everyone was facing now? The teenager couldn't do it. Magic and cultivation had to be the easiest way out to pretend none of this was his doing. He could pin everything on Solo and reap the benefits of a 'saviour' like the heroes in stories that he hated.
Zero had a knife, one that could change even fate itself. Thinking about it this way with Duu's memory made the teenager feel old and burdened. He had to stop pretending to be blind to everything that's happening. Whatever that happened in the abyss was just the beginning. Zero knew what he'd done despite his intentions.
"Hahaha! Isn't it funny how it took surgery to make me realise this?" Zero smiled without traces of humour, scaring Hua Tuo.
"Nothing in this world is real, is it?" the teenager whispered.
Hua Tuo wore his poker face. "That's not for me to decide."
Zero nodded. Of course, Hua Tuo would say that. Solo created this world and he could destroy it as easily as how Solo created it. Why did it take him so long to realise that logic and normalcy didn't work for him? Who was to say that things had to follow a set of rules?
Screw it all.
Zero was the rule here. After becoming the administrator of Mind's Eye, was there a power out there that was greater than him?
"I understand. Please allow me to assist you in the surgery. However, can I have permission to use revival magic if anything fails? I promise to practice the path of medicine according to your teachings and only use magic as a last resort. I have taken enough lives, it's time to give it all back."
Hua Tuo inhaled deeply and looked at his student who now emitted an aura of wisdom that surpassed even Buddha. He had the look of an arrogant ruler and his confidence was restored. The physician didn't know what he said to make Zero realise what he wanted to do but he liked that resolve in Zero's eyes.
"Very well. There will be no more turning back."
Zero nodded and kowtowed to his teacher to show his sincerity. Hua Tuo was slightly shocked but accepted the bow.
Zero was ready. Not just ready for the surgery but for the world as well. If a knife had many uses and Zero could choose how he wanted to use it, the creator decided that the best way to use this knife of his is in every way possible.
He was going to hunt, cook, heal, kill and fight with the knife he had. He was tired of being left in the dark, Zero was going to use this knife to find answers to the questions that he had for far too long.
He was going to polish his knife and perfect his skills until the day that he met Solo again. There was no way he would let his past self go scot-free after creating such a big mess. It wasn't Zero's job to clean up after his past self but it was his job to right the wrongs.
Where better to start than at the root of it all?


I started off as nothing, just a mass of consciousness that slowly evolved. Just your average overpowered existence hungry for a multiverse adventure.

Demons? They are my friends.
Monsters? They are delicacies.
Heroes? Not even equal to the dirt on my boots.
Royalty? Money Machi- Ahem, a pleasure doing business.
Immortals and Gods? Share with me the latest gossips!

With power comes responsibility, but I'm just a ball... or am I just a ball? Watch as I regain my memories and beat up my past self.

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