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

Eventually, everyone did find out the next morning.

Melody and Charlie informed Dumbledore, who told Dippet, who then proceeded to tell the whole school.

Then Melody proceeded to go to the library again (without tripping over any petrified students).

Melody set all her books onto her usual table and began reading. She rested her head on her hand and stayed like that until she heard someone sit down across from her. (The table was two meters long.)

"Basilisks?"

Tom.

'Why does he look unnerved?'

"Yeah," Melody looked up from her books.

"May I see?"

Melody shrugged and slid the book over to him, then got Hogwarts; A History. Once that was out, Melody tried searching for any information on the Chamber of Secrets. But everything she found always referred to the Chamber as a 'myth.'

Her frustration must have showed at some point, because Tom spoke again. "Are you alright?"

Melody reread the paragraph on the Chamber of Secrets, then went back to read about what split up the Founders.

"This information is a lie."

"What?"

"I think that, as a descendant of Hufflepuff, my version of the story is more accurate. The story of how the Founders were split was passed down from generation to generation. Salazar Slytherin didn't hate Muggleborns," Melody finally stated. "Simple as that. All this is a lie."

"Are you sure?" It was rare to surprise Tom, but this time he was positively confused. Because when you tell someone everyone's lived for over a thousand years, a lie, it is a little hard to believe.

"Yes, 100%. It was because of..." Melody tried to recall the story that her mother always told her. "Regarding the medieval Statute of Secrecy. He believed Muggleborns had a right to their magic, but he thought it too risky for them to attend Hogwarts, because back in the medieval times, Muggles hated wizards and witches. They burned anyone found practicing witchcraft, because apparently, 'all witches are the same as those in fairy tales'," Melody said sarcastically.

"True, witch burnings were pretty common in the Founders' time," Tom said thoughtfully, as though trying to consider Melody's version of the story. "Although the actual Statute of Secrecy was created somewhere in the 1700's...."

"Remember when I said one day you two are going to use mathematical equations in your conversations?" Cheryl suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Well... I take it back, now you two are using history."

Melody laughed quietly, so as to not tick Madam Rivera off.

"History is easy to understand if you actually tried to study, Fawley," Tom half lectured half argued/debated.

"Well, not everyone doesn't fall asleep during History of Magic, Riddle," Cheryl sniped. 

"Then perhaps you should get your so-called 'beauty sleep' then."

"Hey!" Cheryl hissed, as the three were still in a library. "I'll have you know that I wasn't the one who stayed up all night!" She gave Melody a look.

Melody just shrugged. "Oh, Cheryl, I should have you know....." Melody repeated the same story she told Tom, to Cheryl in whispers.

Cheryl gasped. "I've lived my life a lie!"

Melody just nodded matter-of-factly.

"Melody, you've been reading all this time?" Cheryl gave the books a weird look, as if just realizing they were there. "I was literally searching everywhere for you!"

"I'll take a break, calm down. So, isn't there a Qudditch friendly in a few minutes?" Melody's friend, Cheryl, was a Chaser on the Gryffindor House Team, and teams usually had friendlies to keep up with their skills. 

Cheryl nodded vigorously. "C'mon!"

So Melody packed her books in her bag, then looked at Tom. "You're responsible for that book, it's up to you to return it!" Then she allowed herself to be dragged off by Cheryl.
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Once it was time to return to the common room (because hello, classes end, C-U-R-F-E-W), Melody began reading on about time. According to the book, there have been no known records of anyone going back in time and changing something that already happened. There were ten pages explaining the complexity of time travel. The Unspeakables, apparently, in the Department of Mysteries, 'are studying this ancient piece of magic.' Time travel requires very advanced Runes and Arithmetic methods of creation (If you could actually try it). And then there was the theory of the risk of going back too far, and how you could accidentally prevent yourself from being born.

Melody shuddered. She did not want to know how it felt like to be unborn.

Then there were more theories of how you couldn't actually change anything because if it is a matter of the past and your present, the past already happened. So like if someone from 1997 came to 1943, and their age is 15, it stays that way in 1943. So even if said person was born in 1982, and lived a normal 14 years, people between 1943 and ( insert the longest amount those people could still be around), will remember someone odd or the said 15 year-old who time travelled. But as there have been no records of a linear or planar dimension in the universe, researchers and Unspeakables can only guess.

After finally realizing that she was going in circles, Melody shut the book and yawned. 'Time travelling is so confusing!'

Melody decided that she could look more into Ancient Runes and Arithmancy the next day, so she called it a night and went up to bed. 'Thank god Charlus is on Prefect patrol tonight, I do not have the energy to do so myself right now...'

But even as she went to sleep, she still thought all about time travel. Was it the solution to her problem?

Even if it was, it was very complex and easier said then done if it was. And besides, she had to try without that method first. She didn't want to take drastic measures yet. But even if she wasn't going to actually use travel, it didn't mean that she wouldn't try designing a method.

Easier said then done, she knew. But she was going to try. She had to. She was a White. Whites made sure they got what they wanted. They honoured their name.

Melody was already thinking of where to place her time travelling device. In her journal, in a magical restraining bag, that way it wouldn't work if u just dropped the book. She'd preserve her journal, ward it, and make sure it got into the right hands in the future.

But first, she had to actually make the 'time travelling device.'

But what to call it? She couldn't exactly always refer to it as 'the time travelling device' all the time. It was too long.

Hmm....

Well, she was messing with time, so what about..

Time messer? 

No, that sounds too weird...what about...

Time Turner?

Yes, it was perfect.

So Melody finally fell asleep, thinking about Time Turners.

She had to honour her name and save Tom from the Dark Arts.

No matter what.

A / N : Thanks for reading, I won't beg for reviews, but reviews would help me fix any mistakes or improve. Considering the fact I do not have a BETA reader, how was it?

[ C O M P L E T E D ]

'Whites always get what they want, don't they?'
- Unknown
Melody White is a pureblood orphan that lives at Wool's Orphanage. She was brought to the orphanage at the age of seven after her family dies, and meets Tom Riddle. She realizes the signs of a wizard and tries to befriend Tom seeing as he had no friends, but Tom doesn't exactly want any friends. After introducing him to the wizarding world at the age of nine and rejecting Cygnus Lestrange's hand in friendship at eleven because he insulted Tom, Melody is Sorted into Gryffindor. Join them on their journey as Melody continues to try and save Tom from the Dark Arts.

[If you find any other story like mine with the same idea in a way that violates my copyright status, please report it, as I do not want my ideas being stolen. I don't mind people getting ideas or inspiration from this though]

[Not the length of a novel, I just couldn’t change the novel tag so....]

THIS STORY IS THE FIRST I PUBLISHED ON WATTPAD. PLEASE EXCUSE ME IF IT IS TOO HASTY OR TERRIBLE. I COMPLETELY AGREE.

This does not belong to me. It is translated by The Sun is Cold Translations

Of course he did not understand, the whole reason he bought these books in the first place was to study them. There would be no one to cook for him in the apocalypse, so learning to cook was a must, not only so that he can feed himself, but so that he can also feed Xiao Sa, too.

Besides, he would like to read medical books more often. Relying on a good psychic power, memory boost, he intended to systematically read a round of Chinese medicine, even if he could not comprehend it. The most important thing was to understand the bodily context of operation and the whole body's energy points.

He also intended to go to Huangshan. Although the researchers had taught him a set of internal forces, he was too ignorant. Anyways, he did not want to stay at home. He remembered there was an old couple in Huangshan who were very famous at eschatology and fortune telling. It was unfortunate that their hearts were too soft; the old couple had a tragic death, but their son lived well during the end of the world. It was rumored that he set up his own team.

His trip to Huangshan was to look for the couple and consult them on the issue of ancient kung-fu. Studying the medical book was also for sake of laying down the first foundation. If he did not know even a little bit, not to mention others, he himself would be very ashamed and embarassed.　

As for those fantasy novels, once Bai Jing thought of this, his mouth could not help but twitch. These fantasy novels were great, just showing that the imagination had such a huge capacity for improvement. At a time when spatial powers could be very different, the first one to use dimension-edge was a fantasy novels lover whom could be described as an airheaded bimbo. With the spatial ability, she fantasizes being invincible, with handsome men chasing after her. The truth be told, being the world's most invincible and having a reverse harem of handsome men did not happen, though she invented the skills. 　

So Bai Jing felt that in this life, it was necessary to read some fantasy novels, especially novels delving into the world of magic.　

And he would like to make a plan in the long-term. He remembered that upon his death, the apocalypse notwithstanding, those researchers scheduled his experiments non-stop because of his hidden dimension caused by his mutation. Wang Dahu spilled everything such that he could not hide anything. He was only glad that he still knew between good and bad and did not tell the entire truth to the boss. Otherwise, the people of the Institute would totally take him apart.

Wang Dahu was the boss, and he was originally a rural farmer who developed an ability then gathered a group of people in the village. That gradually developed into a medium-sized team.

Bai Jing does not fear anything else but he was afraid of going back to his days as a captive. In time, these books will all become precious cultural resources of the country, not to mention, Bai Jing's heart was bitter. No matter how much material he prepared, there will always be a day when he depletes it all. Putting these books there, perhaps they will be useful someday. In short, better be prepared, or else. They didn't occupy too much space anyways.

Having someone directly deliver the books to the hotel, Bai Jing looked at the time. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon. Back on the road, Bai Jing kept silent for a while, looking at the person concentrating on driving in the front seat: "What are you going to do in the future?　

Wang Xuebing grinned, too stunned for a moment to react over the fact that the young master was talking to him: "To protect the young master, obviously. And then, live with the one I love together."

"You have someone you like?" He had not heard of this before.　

Wang Xuebing's face blushed, and he nodded his head. He must be remembering his lover, for his whole expression had softened.　

Bai Jing stayed silent for a bit. He did not ask any more since he never heard this in his previous life. When it came time to escape, and he did not see that woman either, he lost interest in other people's affairs. Instead, he asked: "I asked about what you intended to do. You cannot protect me all my life. By the way, how are your parents?"

"My parents died a long time ago, so my uncle raised me. This job to protect the young master is great. Easy work, high salary, I can save money to buy a house."

"You're honest." Bai Jing gave him a supercilious look and found he couldn't see where they were going. Then, he said: "Do you want to learn mechanics and motor vehicle customization?"　

Wang Xuebing was surprised. The young master wanted to chat with him? Before, he felt something strange about the young master, and now, this was even more strange. In the old times, young master wouldn't talk to the bodyguards. With his thoughts churning, he shook his head: "I still want to make money quickly. I can modify a car. I was poor when as a child, so I worked as child labor at a repair shop. Modified cars cost too much, and being a mechanic in a shop doesn't earn as much money as being a bodyguard."　

"Do you know anything else besides money?" Bai Jing's heart stopped. Turning to ignore him, his good intentions became donkey liver and lungs. Money this, money that, once the apocalypse starts, money becomes waste paper. His desire for money was for naught. 　

"Oh, you rich people, of course you don't know. I've wanted to earn more money since I was young, then grow old with my lover, together."　

This is the first time that Bai Jing has discovered that this guy's head is only filled with thoughts of money. However, since Wang Xuebing can modify cars and speak so boldly…in the apocalypse half a barrel of water can also count as talent. Wang Xuebing's manners alone should be good.

Back at the hotel, the book had not yet been sent over, so Bai Jing turned on the TV and idly switched channels, listening to various reports on television, watching where his father was meeting. Bai Jing's mind was cranky but then his cellphone rang. Casually bowing his head to take a look, he saw it was a call from Nanny Chen.　

"Hello!"　

"Young master, you finally answered the phone. What happened these past few days. Not even leaving a message, the old master called me several times."　

"Chasing girls!"

"Oh, oh, because of a girl, ah, chasing girls…that won't do, Tingting is a good girl, you cannot make the wrong choice."

"I know, is there anything else?"　

"When will you return? I'll let the kitchen prepare your favorites. Really, how can you not say a word when going out. Wang Xuebing is not sensible. And his job it to protect the young master, how can he act on his own…"

"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up. Tomorrow I am going to travel, but tonight I will be back."

"What? Travel? Why didn't you say so earlier, I'll have someone prepare for you."

"I told my father."

"Then…ah, this time you have to have more people…"

"No, taking just Wang Xuebing is fine. I quite like him, and it's uncomfortable with a lot of people."

"That simply won't do…"

Bai Jing hung up the phone right away. He thought he could endure things to the very end only to find that he did not have such a good conservation. He never knew Zhu Ting and Nanny Chen actually built up a rapport, but it is no wonder. Zhu Ting is the daughter of the Deputy Mayor, so Nanny Chen making friends with these people is reasonable; it was just for mutual benefit.

Bai Jing sneered. Better put these troubles aside, for these were insignificant people after all. Why waste his mind on people he doesn't care for, as long as he keeps Xiao Sa in mind. If it weren't for his mother's relics, he wouldn't have wanted to return to the villa tonight. In his previous life, he lost his mother's relics because of his spatial mutation. In this life, he vowed to keep them well-preserved.

"Young master wants to travel? "Wang Xuebing said hesitantly. He also only heard just now, so he was completely unprepared.

"What's wrong?" Bai Jing voiced his doubts. Wang Xuebing rarely showed such an expression, so he holds a little curiosity.　

Wang Xuebing hesitated for a moment: "If the young master decides to go travel, can Cao Lei follow?"　

"Him?" Bai Jing frowned. Thinking of this brought unhappy memories, for he had been left in the wilderness by Cao Lei.

"No?" Wang Xuebing was disappointed and lowered his eyes but did not say anything more.　

"It is not impossible." Bai Jing felt odd. When did the relationship between Wang Xuebing and Cao Lei become so good? But adding another person to the team does not matter. Cao Lei, although Bai Jing only slightly trusted him, at least Cao did not harm him. At most, he didn't care about Bai. It is much better than having Nanny Chen and his father force him to have more bodyguards. Putting aside the feelings of his grudge, Cao Lei is also a good candidate, better than those who eat outside the climb.

"Thank you, Master." Wang Xuebing's eyes and mouth curved into a happy smile. With that fresh smile hanging upon his face, watching it can only make people happy.

Some people are born with this kind of sunny temperament. After experiencing the end of the world, only seeing people's numb expressions, at this time seeing this sunny smile, Bai Jing suddenly felt that bringing Cao Lei actually was not bad.

Before long, the bookstore finally sent the books. Moving them into the room already took up half the place, but Bai Jing had Wang Xuebing leave first to get gasoline, then pick him up downstairs.

Wang Xuebing looked at the house full of books tongue-tied because there were even more than he imagined.　

Bai Jing stared at him: "You thought I bought these on a whim?"　

Wang Xuebing suddenly realized, but in his mind he already knew, the young master is not the kind of person that loved to read, and these books also spanned different topics.　

Bai Jing waited until he left, then picked out a few books to read. All the rest were placed in the storage dimension, and the snacks he bought were also put into it. When everything was done, he directly call the front desk. He booked the Presidential Suite because it was his father who was paying using the country's money. Bai Jing is not reluctant, since if he waits a few months, nobody would pay attention to these disappearing funds.　

When the two ate dinner, it was almost eight o'clock in the evening. Bai Jing saw the time was getting late, so he had Wang Xuebing drive back home. Upon hearing the sound of the car, Nanny Chen quickly greeted them, and with a look of love at Bai Jing: "This child, why did you come back so late. I had the kitchen prepare some food, and it's been waiting for you."　

"I already ate, so I'll go back to my room. Tomorrow, Wang Xuebing, Cao Lei and I leave." Bai Jing said faintly and left the living room. He really did not want to talk nonsense with her, as now is not the time to be ripped apart. Otherwise he really wanted to slam her in the face. How would she be able to stay as if nothing had happened, loaded as she was.

"How can two people be enough? Or bring Qi Jun, too. Qi Jun is a calm man, has a sense of responsibility, and if he followed you, I can rest assured."　

Bai Jing suddenly felt amused. If previously he heard this, he would think Nanny Chen cared for him. Qi Jun was a veteran, agile, good at shooting, and had worked for that woman's elder brother. To do things for themselves, that woman is really loaded.　

These are things he later learned. When he arrived in B city, those who once were his bodyguards had a good future in the military.  After dad gave up on him and Nanny Chen's betrayal, what could he not deduce?　

In fact, he may also be fortunate that his father is now a big official, or else he may not have lived to be eighteen years old.

"No, he's always gloomy, and I dislike him. I want to travel, not have him make me sick." Bai Jing furrows his brow disdainfully. Anyway, he has always been headstrong, so with such a rebuttal, Nanny Chen would most likely be convinced.

Nanny Chen hesitated a moment: "Otherwise, bring Wang Xia ."　

Bai Jing sneered. She really did not give up, so he intolerably waved: "Do not bother, I'm going upstairs."　

Nanny Chen's heart jumped. The young master has never used this tone to speak to her, the young master with no parents around him, who depended on her. She turned around to look at Wang Xuebing, flat face trying to ask a question when Bai Jing 's voice came from upstairs: "You and Cao Lei prepare something. We'll leave tomorrow morning."　

Wang Xuebing looked as if he got a special amnesty, and with no pause, he quickly left the hall.　

Nanny Chen's face darkened and then looked up throughout the luxurious hall to see Bai Jing standing on the second floor. Worried, she asked: " Young master, you are not in any trouble? Will Tingting travel, too? Two bodyguards is really not enough, all I've done is for your own good."　

"Already broke up." Bai Jing lightly said and turned back to the room. Closing the door with a "Click!" he secretly thought, this time she should let go.　

Turned out to be a quarrel with his girlfriend, so Nanny Chen was relieved. Never mind the young master's bad temper today, she was thinking it was just tourism only. The young master will soon be starting school but she did not send people to follow. The lady wouldn't blame her.

In fact, she was also very difficult to keep happy. The master protects the young master, yet the wife must also know all the movements of the young master, must not let the young master have good fortune, but also can not let him have any accidents, otherwise the master will get angry. Whatever luck the lady has, she doesn't know, but they, the servants, certainly will not have good fruit to eat.

For offline reading purposes only.

It’s the beginning of the Apocalypse, and zombies are running rampant over the Earth.

Bai Jing brought his space dimension with him when he was reborn.

A lousy man becomes a loyal lover.

Hidden dimension, check. Food supplies, check. Golden finger, check.

Next, I’m not good at introductions, so please forgive me.

Author(s)
Ye Yo
夜悠
Original Publisher
Jjwxc
Associated Names
Back to the Apocalypse: The Rebirth of Bai Jing
Mạt Thế Trọng Sinh Chi Thiếu Gia
末世重生之少爺

This translation was found at :
https://www.novelupdates.com/series/back-to-the-apocalypse/?pg=9

Now that I feel as though I did enough studying (which I probably didn't), I thought it was time that I started finding some things to get my hands dirty with. But what do I start with? Do I start with the basics or do I learn the basics as I try to do something more advanced? Why not both?

When you think of a mage, who do you think of? Constantine? Dr. Strange? Gandalf? Harry Potter, maybe? Personally, I kinda prefer the image of Constantine since he seems more realistic. So I thought okay well, how would one interact with the spirit realm? I don't seem to possess any psychic abilities that will help me see in the spiritual realm nor can I travel to the astral realm, and both seem like quite necessary skills to have as a mage so why not make those my end goals?

During my weekend of learning how to help victims of ritual abuse, I learned that time flows differently in the astral realm. So I thought, maybe if I can learn how to travel in the astral realm then maybe I can go back in time and somehow find a way to protect my mom from the abuse she had to needlessly suffer as a child. It seemed simple enough in my head.

So now that I had my end goal in mind, it was time to find a way to reach it. I started reading up on astral travel. I read books and web sites. I watched YouTube videos. Pretty much anything I could get my hands on, except for things that didn't quite seemed logical. As a rule, I tried avoiding anything new age. So, if I saw even one mention of crystals I ran.

In one of the books I read, I found a "simple" technique to achieve astral travel. It involved recording a guided meditation audio, to help me relax, and then after I was relaxed I had to slowly work on disconnecting my astral body from my physical one. I asked the girl I liked to record the audio for me because what's more calming than the voice of the person you had a crush on? So one evening I waited till everyone in my family was asleep (because my parents would definitely not approve of my new hobby), I put my pillow on the ground, got my earphones and lay on my back. I did this on the floor because I didn't want to fall asleep. I merely wanted to be in a relaxed state. I listened to the guided meditation and then proceded to disconnecting my astral body from my physical body. I started with my hands and tried to move my astral hands without moving my physical hands. Not sure how long that lasted but I ended up falling asleep. I retried the same technique a few times, all with the same results.

I eventually stumbled upon a hypnosis audio on YouTube that claims to be able to help achieve astral travel with no work from my side. So I figure, hell why not? What's the worst that could happen? So that evening I again waited till everyone in my family was asleep, I put my pillow on the ground, got my earphones and lay on my back. As I listened to the track I started getting the sensation of my head sinking back into my pillow and my body sinking into the floor. THIS WAS GREAT! Finally, I was starting to get somewhere. Sadly my excitement kinda broke the relaxed state and thus I decided to call it a night. After skipping one night I tried again in the same way as before. This time I didn't experience any sinking sensation but rather it was as though someone was shining a light in my face, although when I opened my eyes there was no one there, and yet when my eyes are closed I saw pretty much only white. This was alarming because my room was pitch black with no light from the street lamps shining in. Sadly I got too excited again and broke meditation again. I tried using this method again on a few other occasions but my excitement kept getting the best of me.

This was not working, I need to learn some self-control.


Then, of course Xarva and his fleet would follow and waste no time enslaving the people of the Kingdom of the Old World and misery was knocking on the humans door. Yes, the time line would be preserved, and even Cemel, or rather both Cemels would acknowledge that.
The less time spent here the better. Plus he desperately needed to get back and monitor Taloktas situation too. It was ironical that in 4000BC he had not even met his best friend yet and Talokta was the one he had entrusted to bring Leah to him upon her reincarnation in the twenty first century.
Cemel of the future had tried to fool him and he had let him succeed to a point, as Kalvich wanted to see just how far he would get. Granted, the Alchemist was a genius and Kalvich couldnt help but secretly admire him. But through the Alchemists own ingenuity, Kalvich had learnt the mechanics and secrets of time travel. 
His mind skimmed over the past few hours on Heliostronus which led to the Alchemist fooling his guards and escaping his clutches. Unfortunately for Cemel, Kalvich predicted he would try something due partially to the vision he had when he swam in the Pellucid River those many years earlier. 
He recalled with a sneer the report received from the guard in charge.
The Alchemist Cemel was escorted to the BSP room. His lordship, the Supreme Ruler was ahead. Cemel fell forward and slammed into the Supreme Ruler. The Alchemist had appeared to faint. The Supreme Ruler ordered the alchemist to be placed inside his personal laboratory under heavy guard for observation and to notify the Supreme Ruler for any change. 
The report details were sketchy thereafter but he deemed them unnecessary. Kalvich could fill in the blanks. The less anyone knew of the Alchemists devious excusion the better.
While inside the laboratory, Cemel who feigned unconciousness had managed to use mind control of his own and hypnotise the guard watching over him, using him to access the transmutation computer. Cemel obtained both the guards and Kalvichs DNA thanks to his play acting, which included the leaders hair sample he snatched when he fell into him. 
Under normal circumstances, any unauthorized access to the device activates an alarm inside the Control Room. When the alarm was due to go off, an amused Kalvich had already remotely deactivated it from his Z-ring. 
Kalvich, alone in a nearby room, had been observing all from the security monitor hidden in the laboratory. Fascinated and intrigued he observed Cemel put his transformation device into use and quietly wished Cemel worked for him as his genius knew no bounds.  
The old man began chanting and the result was the guards outside his room fell into a deep sleep. A mere half hour later, when they woke, as far as they were concerned their great leader was standing in front of them asking for Cemels progress. When the guards opened the door, they found Cemel still on the bed, but oddly, his guard was not in sight! Kalvich had ordered an immediate search of the vicinity which the mortified guards rushed to obey, while he headed straight to the Door of Endless Light.
An elated Alchemist knew his disguise ruse had worked, knowing if his timing was correct he would not be challenged. He quickly prepared himself to travel back through time, intending to empower and warn Leah before she goes through repeating history, and also warn her of Kalvichs disease threat. He had to be extremely careful not to alter the time line too. 
Oh, if he could prevent the Trimadian invasionbut even he would not dare! That could just make things worse. He ordered the guards out of the small room and quickly chanted his incantation and stepped through to history.
Not realizing the Supreme Ruler had prepared the Door with tracking sensors. 
Hundreds of years earlier, while Cemel was a prisoner in Casus Belli Kalvich had accessed one of Cemels coded note books on time travel theory and had borrowed it without the old man knowing. He may never need it but being the ever cautious leader would never forgive himself if he was not prepared where the Chosen One was concerned. 
Also contained in the notebook were specific notes and hypothetical scenarios in preparation for protecting The Chosen One against the ancient powers of evil.
Kalvich had struck the jackpot!
One had stuck out. Cemel had managed to perfect a specific potion formula for time travel. The notes read that this formula was strictly designed as a defence weapon with one purposeto be used to change any wrong doing created by any enemy of Leahs. It was amazing, absorbing reading. The mathematical hypothesis was accuratehis scientists would go crazy over this.  However, a certain ingredient, Vebaul Herb was extremely hard to find and held Kalvich back from practical study. As his Trimadians were mortal he was not going to take any risk. He had sent teams out to every known planet through the Door in search for this one specific ingredient, with no luck. Then, Kalvich realized he had to think like the Alchemist. He knew a certain incantation was either to be chanted to the person or by the person who was to travel. He had listed two incantations for either travelling backward or forward, including variations of different times that needed to be included with the incantations to pin point the correct time of the destination. The traveller, if mortal, must have on their body the Vebaul Herb, and either the travellers blood, hair, or anything that made that person uniquetheir DNA. The herb was to protect the travellers physical body from time travel stress. The incantation represented the destination and specific time for programming the BSP. Even though the herb is rare, it is the only known herb to practically remain preserved indefinitely as long as it is not exposed to light upon when it is picked. If Kalvich did not know much about Cemel he would have dismissed this writing as poppycock. But Kalvich had become familiar with the Alchemists writings and recipes, committing to memory the ones that he knew would come in useful one day. 
He had reasoned that when Cemel forced Leah through, her immortality would protect her physically, therefore she would not need the herb. Mentallythat was a risk, and no herb or recipe in the world could predict the result of ones mental capacity travelling in time. He had hoped she would have integrated with the Leah of 4000BC which would be very enthralling, certainly a challenge.
Millennia ago, he had experimented with time travel by modifying his own domain ships interstellar drive with crytaalic and later Zymergillian crystal technology, with limited results. He never had considered the possibility of practical time travel through the Door of Endless Light until Cemels books had opened his mind to the facts. 
Kalvich had also discovered some important differences between time travel via technology and sorcery. His fleet primarily consisted of mortal Cantal hosts. When Kalvich first managed to successfully travel to the past (two thousand years) and back again his physicians assessed his fleets stabilityno change or stress was detected mentally or physically, including amnesia. No herbs or incantations were required, just simple old fashioned Trimadian technology. 
He had placed his energy and technology into perfecting time travel all for one reason. He was seriously thinking of going back to when he first met Leah, and prevent her making Cemel curse her to die and of course, wipe out the six thousand year wait. He understood the risks and changes he could make in the time continuum, but the reward far outweighed anything he could imagine. 
Ironically, the one blood stone he had possessed since the queens death had started to pulse, alerting him to her reincarnation in present day Earth.
He decided to hold off any time travel and experimentation.  
As he turned the page of Cemels journal Kalvichs eye caught a folded piece of paper stuck in the spine. It was a note written in a strange coded language which he recognised, but had not seen for a very long time. It was the Gods own preferred written language, used in their dimension. But a simple sweep of his hand over the text revealed the interpretation in English, his second favorite adopted language after Trimadian. 
My dear Cemel, further to our discussion, be advised if Leah is sent back through time, she may not suffer from amnesia as she did upon her reincarnation. Amnesia was the one risk we had to be prepared for upon her reincarnation, whether mortal or immortal. Therefore, if you are to carry out your duty as her guardian you must be prepared as she might be, slightly mad at you if you had to forcibly send her through the Door. You must hide her from the Trimadians or any enemy at all costs, no matter her state of mind.  If necessary you may need to bury the door. Be always aware of the time line.
So the old bastard had intended on following his queen until the Sword of Sorrows stopped him in his tracks. Also he had proof of Zakaroid breaking his own number one ruleno God shall interfere! This could be a loaded gun for Kalvich later, especially if he had to ever call up Zakaroid. Then again, a piece of paper advising may not be construed as technical interference. But why should he worryhe had the Sword.
Inside the journal, Cemel had dutifully made a list of all of Leahs favorite herbs used in her recipes for creating essential oils that she had used as reigning queen. Surprisingly, Vebaul Herb was a common ingredient in many of the formulas. Either it was plentiful back on Earth in 4000BC or the old man used the Door to secure a supply. Deep down Kalvich could not totally rely on his own personal telepathic abilities, so, he would need to bring Cemel back from his prison and allow the old man to think he had Kalvich by the balls. 
A week before he brought Cemel out, Kalvich had a drink from his Pellucid River to glimpse his future that night in the dream world. Before he met Leah he really did not require sleep, as that was a mortal requirement. Lately, he had been sleeping almost every night, probably due to his depression. With more sleep and unreliant powers, he actually felt like he was turning into a human!
He saw Leah with a baby in her arms and a planet exploding, countless ships partaking in battle. He saw himself clutching the Sword of Sorrows in victory and then stepping through his Door on Heliostronus, clutching something shiny in his hand. He recognised it at once. The key object he may need to make things go his way a little easier.   
He woke gasping and calmed himself with some wine. His heart was renewed with seeing her face. Part of the vision was similar to the dream Leah had described to him when she had drunkenly swam in the river. The Door scene was so clear perhaps his study of Cemels books would pay off after all. The river only gave the person who drank from it or swam in it a glimpse of the future pertaining to them. The battle possibly could be one he would have to face if he travelled to the past, though he did not have time to recognise the enemy craft. Possibly Palarian, but they looked totally foreign, perhaps a new enemy? The battle he witnessed could happen years into the future. His dream put him on edge, but regardless this vision made his blood flow through his veins. It more than encouraged him. 
It certainly staved off any residual depression.



Author:
Deb Renner never really thought about writing, until lightning struck one humid evening in November 2005. She has scores of unfinished manuscripts of novels, short stories, poems and lyrics stashed away in cyberspace, ready to one day face a brave new world. 

Until turning forty, Kate Willard’s life was predictable, organised and lonely. Then, unexplainable visions and dreams threaten her sanity. Believing she is going crazy, she desperately searches for answers.

Upon the discovery of a bloodstone, crude mental powers unlock inside her and lucid dreams guide her to Divisions — an extreme covert organization running a secret project; the Odyssey Bourne Force — so secretive, they deny their existence. Divisions possess an ancient stone portal, allowing for extraterrestrial exploration. 

Kate reluctantly joins Divisions and falls in love with OBF team member Doctor Peter Reynolds, a brilliant archaeologist who excavated the stone portal in Egypt. Amongst his collection of artefacts is a second, identical bloodstone, which increases her powers. Together, they learn she is a reincarnation of an unknown ancient queen who somehow saved humanity from extermination six thousand years ago. Though this amazing feat resulted in a tragic price.

It seems the imperfect reincarnation process has left Kate with harrowing and disjointed memories hiding the vital truth.

Everything seems reliant on Kate - but who can Kate rely on?

Learning as a child easier compared to when I was a teen in high school. It's almost like a photographic memory, I can recall everything I had seen and done. Must be because of my short life that I can remember everything that happened since I was born. Luckily my parents seem to be educated or at least at college level, my mom had been reading children books to me everyday. The story that is the most interesting one is something about the first beast to bond with a human. Giving him the ability to use magic, and help tamed other beast for other people. The beast seems to be a sparrow, that is all silver. Though it wasn't the strongest of all the beast, it had some kind of special power that made it possible to mutate. Though that's all I can get from the pictures. Though listening to my mom I can slowly get how the words and letters sound. From what I can tell it's very similar to english. The letters sound the same, and most basic words are the same too. 

The past 2 months had been pretty easy, I started to understand the language. I even learned how to read pretty quickly too. Though it's still 1st grade reading schools it's still good enough to read some books. 
"Daniel, story time." Yes!!!, I know it's kind of weird for a child to be into books, I can't help it. Most of the children books show me a bit of this new world, and their morals. Also gives me a bit of knowledge on the beast in this world.
"A long long time ago, there once was a silver bird. You see this Daniel? This is the first beast. The little silver bird, would travel around the forest seeing things and experience whatever it could. The silver bird during his travel had found a Pegasus, the Pegasus was strong and beautiful, every time it moved, it moved with grace. When the little bird went up to the Pegasus and asked it, "How do you move with such grace?" The Pegasus answered, "I had learned from the wind blowing through the trees, the wind is soft and kind, but when angered it can bring down even the tallest of trees. Little bird, when one moves, it must be gentle, but never weak." Not understanding what the Pegasus had said, the sliver bird left to continue its journey. Soon after the silver bird had come to a beach, the ocean before it was vast, and seemed to never end. When the silver bird had tried to cross it. A leviathan emerges from the depths, with strength and a strong aura, it had completely dominated the oceans. When it saw the silver bird it called, "Oi, little one what're you doing so far from land?" 
"I'm going on a journey!" Announced there silver bird, with its chest up high. "Hahahahahaha, you're an interesting little one. Here I'll help you get to land." Said the leviathan with an amused voice. "Leviathan, how are you so strong?" Asked the silver bird.  "Well little one, I had become angry with revenge, it had consumed me, I was angry at being weak. So I trained, fought, trained some more and as time went on and my revenge completed. I had became the strongest of the sea. But I now only have the sea. Even though I rule the waters, I can never travel the lands. Little one I envy your ability to travel the world without restraints. Cherish your travels." Soon enough the leviathan has reached the next land, and after saying it's goodbyes the silver bird continued its journey. As the silver sparrow traveled further, it had meant many strong beast, each with its own view. Each leaving something for the silver bird. But one day when traveling through a forest, it had stumbled upon a battle, between some smaller boars and a human. Seeing that the human was losing, and on deaths door. The silver bird had shot little silver flares at the boars. After helping the human the silver bird went up to it, and had asked "Why were you fighting those boars?" The human looked at the silver bird and said "To feed my sisters. They are weak, and a bit sickly. Even if I can't eat they must." Seeing the sadness in the humans eyes the silver bird responded "Then I will help you." Years went on and the silver bird had helped the human hunt for food. Helping him with gathering plants and fruits. With time the human and the silver bird had bonded, and that's when the first soul fusion had happened. Soon the human was able to use fire magic, and the silver bird was able to get stronger. Seeing the increase in strength, the two had been able to make the first human village. The end."
"So Daniel how do you like that book?" Asked mom after finishing the story. "Another one!!" Look I can talk childish I'm only 6 months old. "Sorry, Daniel mama is tired. Do wanna see dada?" 
Wait, dad should be at work. Does this mean I can go outside? I only have been able to see part of this house. "Yes please" 
 "Okay, lets go!" After saying that mom stood up and picked me up. We started to head towards the front door, and as she opened the door, I look around and I see a grass land, and further down a vast forest. "Oooooooo!" I scream unconsciously. Mostly because I see a lot griffin flying laying around in the grassland. "Oooiiiiiii" snapping out of my mouth dropping state. I see a huge griffin flying towards us. Seeing that my mom was calm, I tried to stay calm, but the griffin has such and intimidating aura. When the griffin got close, I notice a man is riding it. Then as it came close I notice it was my dad. Seeing this I sighed. When it landed, my father hopped off and ran towards my mom. "What're you doing outside honey?" Asked my dad while hugging my mom. 
"It was getting boring staying inside all the time" Hey, I'm not boring you know. Well let's forget about that. I wanna get closer to that griffin. Seeing me stretch my arms out to try and reach the griffin, my father laughed. "Hahahaha, brave one aren't ya? Here, Alex come here and meet my son, Daniel." Seeing this, the griffin came closer and sniffed my little hand. Seeing this I got excited and touched it beak. "Wait don't do that Daniel!" My mom said in a scared voice. Before she could do anything the griffin lowered its head and let me touch its beak. Both of my parents gasped. "Griffins never let anyone touch their beaks..." said my father in a low voice "Daniel, you must never touch a griffins beast understand?!?" Wait why is she scolding me, dad was just riding it? "Why?" 
"Griffins beaks are very precious to them and are protective of it." Ohhh I see, does that mean I'm special? Thinking this I look at the griffin in front of me, and it's as if it's staring into my soul....

Daniel White a man who lived his whole life being a sheep in the system. Like many others who were tired of living such a harsh life, had started a civil war, though Daniel partake in it he ended up in the cross fire. As he started drift off into a deep slumber he had awoken but as a child..... (yes it’s gonna be a reincarnation novel)

52Chapter 17
Chapter 17:

Draco's POV

Harry had been silent since they entered the library. The Gryffindor had spent the first 20 minutes or so searching the rows of books for any on submissives or inheritances. He found only one, Draco had seen the frustration on the other teen's face when he grabbed the single book and slunk away to the back of the library where he wouldn't be bothered as he read it.

Draco hopped the other boy found some useful information, he felt slightly bad for not having the right knowledge to help the emerging submissive.

Now while Potter's mind was stuck on what was going on with him, Draco was focused on trying to find a way home. He understood why the other boy was sidetracked but he also knew he couldn't allow himself to be. If he did they could wind up stuck here, and Draco had no intention of living through his parents misery and mistakes.

He sighed and strolled down another row of books. So far he found nothing useful. There was a book on time turners, the same as at Flourish & Blotts. Two books on the theory of time travel, he wasn't sure of their usefulness but took them just in case.

The only spell he had found that affected time was one that could slow time around an enemy. He wasn't sure if it would help but it was at least useful to know, so he wrote it down.

He sighed walking down the next row, even the room of requirements hadn't had anything of help. It seemed the room had tried. Giving him books on the theory of time travel as well as the invention of time turners but nothing on actually time travel being possible.

Which left him with one option. The Restricted section. If he had been home there were a number of professors he could have asked for a pass to the closed-off section, but he hadn't had the time to make an impression on the professors here.

He started working out a plan as he made his way towards where he saw Potter last.

He found him sitting on the floor, pushed back into a far corner before the last row. The other teen was sitting with the book he found on his lap, staring at it blankly.

"What?" Malfoy asked.

"It is separated by known family and creature. If I don't know what I am, I can't read up on it." Potter sighed and closed the book. "I skimmed over a few of them, but they are all different. I'll check it out, and keep looking maybe I'll be able to figure it out. Any luck?"

"No," he said, sticking his hand out to help the other off the floor, because no way in hell he was sitting on the floor. "I need to find a way into the restricted section. I'll probably have better luck in there."

"I might have an idea for that," Potter said as he stood up.

Draco raised his brow. Wondering what kind of plan the other teen had in mind.

He watched as Potter rolled his eyes. "Give me a little while to see if it will work."

"Whatever," he muttered. "Now what?"

Harry's pov

Malfoy wasn't happy when he told him that he needed to go back to his common room, alone. The blonde had huffed at him impatient then stomped off. Harry understood it, Malfoy wanted to go home. Harry did too, kind of. He was still angry at his ex-friends and the headmaster, and he was tempted to just stay here and let them suffer their fate, whatever it might be without him, but there were too many innocents that would suffer as well. So, he knew he couldn't stay.

He entered the common room, grateful to see it full of mostly younger years. He headed straight for his room, and took a relieved breath when the room was empty. He felt guilty for what he was about to do. But he and Malfoy had to get into the restricted section, and he knew only one way to do it unnoticed.

He snuck over to James's bed and ran his hand along the top of the trunk at the end. It held the Potter crest, which Harry had only learned about when he saw it and asked the other Potter about it. When his hand slide across the etched symbol the trunk hummed, then there was a click and the trunk came open.

It seemed even through his glamours the magic in the family mark recognized him. He was going to have to get Mafloy to teach him how to add it to his own stuff when they got home.

It didn't take long to find what he was looking for; the soft cloak was folded nicely at the bottom. Harry picked it up and held it close, thinking about all the times this very cloak would help me. He smiled and closed up James's trunk. Slipping the cloak over him, he easily slipped out of the dorm.

It didn't take long for him to find Malfoy. The blonde was still in the library reading a book Harry didn't recognize. Harry slipped behind the Slytherin and poked him on the shoulder.

The blonde jumped and looked around. Harry had to cover his mouth to hide his laugh. He waited until Malfoy settled down before doing it again. This time Malfoy stood up from his seat and actually searched the area around him. It took a minute before the blonde made to sit back down but Harry poked him in the ribs before he made it to the chair.

"Dammit Potter," the blonde hissed, his arms swinging out to try and find him. "I know it's you."

Harry laughed and grabbed Malfoy's wrist dragging the blonde between the rows of books. Then he slipped off the cloak.

"What the hell is that?" Malfoy said, reaching out and running his fingers along the fabric.

"My father's cloak," Harry whispered. "It is or will be the only thing I inherited from him. Or the only thing I knew I inherited."

As he talked he watched Malfoy's fingers disappear as the blonde slipped them under the cloak.

"It's an invisibility cloak. I thought they were a myth." The Slytherin looked so awed that Harry didn't have it in him to rush him along. He let Malfoy fiddling with the cloak for a few more minutes before the blonde seemed to come back to himself and slip it over his shoulders, pulling Harry in with him.

Harry hadn't realized how much bigger he had grown since he first got the cloak. He and Malfoy had to stay close to make sure they were both covered. When they reached the restricted section, Malfoy pulled out his wand and whispered a spell, Harry didn't know. The lock came open with ease and they slipped inside.

Malfoy pulled the cloak off them and handed it back to Harry, gently and with respect. Harry noticed with surprise. It made him smile. He folded it over his arm and took off in the opposite direction of the other boy.

Half an hour later, he heard his name whispered and made his way towards where he could hear Malfoy moving around.

"I think I found something," Malfoy started the second he was close enough.

It took them three hours to open all the windows and doors in the library. The library was bigger than they had thought.

The castle was a 100 meter tall and had four broad 190 meters tall round towers located at the north, south, east, and west of the castle. They're each linked with the castle by a 30 meters stone bridge and were linked with each other around the castle by a reinforced long 80 meters high and 600 meters long solid walls made of Yellowstone bricks, along with battlement. Tall, wide windows are scattered here and there across the castle in a seemingly random pattern. It has a 20 meters huge gate with wide wooden doors and the only entrance to the castle. These towers looked like it hadn't been used for a long time because all everything inside these towers was broken and dustier than the ones in the castle. 

The castle has three floors. For travel between floors, there are specific points on each floor, where large stairs for the travel were. The first floor was 50 meters high and only filled with a maze of bookshelves reaching the ceiling and none of the bookshelves had books. The throne room was located on the north side of the first floor. The second floor was 30 meters high with a maze of bookshelves and 14 rooms scattered throughout the maze. The third floor 20 meters high with an organized row of empty bookshelves.

The tallest point of the castle was a 130 meters tall tower in the middle of the castle. It has sixteen floors and on each floor "+" shaped bridge, offering four paths of access. If you fall from the bridge on the 16 floor, you will fall straight down to the first floor. Each floor has one stair to move up and another for up. It has one door facing the north side of the castle and one window on the fifth floor. This tower was the part which was visible from above ground and is were Adam, Adan, Aaron, Aerin, and Agate entered from. The whole castle was filled with empty dusty bookshelves with only the middle tower filled with books. The castle looks more like a castle for defense than a library.

After opening all the windows and doors, Adam used air bending, starting from the first floor, to blow the dust away while Adan and the rest went out of the library to hunt. Since there weren't any books and the shelves were sturdy. He didn't need too much control. After Adam blew out the dust, they didn't do anymore because the library wasn't dirty, only dusty.

Adam was on the throne room sitting on the top of the steps getting used to moving the library. He kept moving the library around until his stamina ran out then stopped the library.

[Watching you is getting boring. I mean all you had done since I brought you into this world is being lost in the desert for five years, cleaning a library and then playing with the library.]

[It getting boring. Go out and see the world, do the mission, meet new people, start a grand war, do many things so I won't be bored anymore.]

"I still have 495 years left you to know," Adam said, stretching.

[Yes I know, but for a war to be an eternal war, in my opinion, is for it to raging on for 1000 years. But because you don't have enough time in this world, I reduced the requirement to 300 years, and be the most bloody war that has ever been seen in this world. So using 195 years for preparation to create a war, like that is going to be hard for you, in my opinion.

"What? 300 years? I thought it was 100 years. Shit, I need to hurry. Oh yes, Z, how do I get point without doing missions?" Adam asked standing up and walking down the steps.

[Oh... About that. Ok now when you see anything valuable, like a dead dragon body, touch them and say collect. You will be rewarded points based on the item. If you keep collecting the same things, it will lose its value. So you can't spam points.]

"Who is the current Avatar?"

[Find that out yourself. I am adding something to the physical power level on the system. So don't disturb me for like... 2 years.]

"I have to shorten the time used for my training to 5 years. Damn, making a war that goes on for 300 years and needs to be the bloodiest war that has ever been seen in this world will be hard. "

Adam walked to the 16th floor of the middle tower and saw Adan reading a book on top of a shelf. 

"Adan, what you reading?" Adam asked, waving at Adan.

"A book about the first Avatar." He said without looking up from his book.

"Do you know who the current Avatar is?" Adam asked, climbing the shelve Adan is sitting on.

"No, but Avatar Kuruk died in year 776, 4 years before you were born. So the current Avatar will be 18 years old. Come on, Agate is almost done organizing the book for our bending." Adan closed the book and jumped down from the bookshelf.

"How do you know?" Adam asked as he jumped down the bookshelf.

"I have a feeling." He said. 

They walked to the north side of the tower. Aaron and Aerin were standing behind Agate who was organizing the books.

"You were right," Adam said walking beside Aaron. Aaron grabbed on to Adam's shoulder, keeping him in place.

"Little d*ck nick finally managed to stop playing with the castle and come. Everyone was working while you were playing. Shame on you." Agate said, still organizing the books.

"You knew he was going to say something," Adam said while trying to struggle free. After some time, he gave up. "Miss Agate, please forgive me for not coming sooner."

"Hmm, what did you say?" Agate stopped working and said.

"Oh sorry, Miss, did I say something wrong? Please correct me. You can do this by taking me out of the library and fighting me." Adam said, looking apologetic.

"Oh, little d*ck nick..." Agate tried to say something but Adan smacked the back of his head.

"Adam, stop talking. Agate finish your work." Adan said as he smacked both of them on the back of their heads.

"I was done three minutes ago, just waiting for Adam and you to show up. Ok, those thirteen books are shortened versions of eighteen books about fire-bending. Everything about fire-bending, its history, and how to train it is on those books." He said, pointing at twelve books with red covers stacked on each other. He pointed at another stack of books but with a green cover, "Those are fourteen books are shortened books of twenty-three about Earth bending. Everything about Earth-bending, its history, and how to train it is on those books. Aaron, I have found 73 books for different types of martial art the knowledge seeker brought to me. Since you are knowledgeable about martial art, can you find the martial art fitting for us?"

"Ok. I will learn and master all the martial art in this library, so I can start learning about it while finding which one better fits you guys." Aaron said, shrugging.

"Ok for the air-bending, it those books." He pointed at 14 books with an orange cover. "I am done with my work."

"Ok, we are going to train for 10 years, then leave this desert to create our legend," Adan said, picking up his pile of books.

"No, we should train for five years. Look at you Adan, you are 48 years. If we train for 10 years, you will be 58, the time for you to form your legend will shorter." Adam said walking up to his pile of books.

"You are right. I am getting old. Ok, 5 years it is." Adan said, walking away from his pile of books.

'I should get stronger, and also learn more about the avatar. He or she will be my enemy in the future.' Adam thought as he walked away with his books.

Death is...painful. We live to survive... Eat to survive... Drink to survive...

But I... collect... To survive.

Disclaimer*

Any anime, novel, movies, I use in this book belong to their rightful owner, not me.

Although there were clues everywhere, the survivors from earth were in denial. Earth was huge. They could have been anywhere on earth. An unexplored part, unidentified animals, flora-fauna, everything could have been deciphered as the vastness of the earth.


But no they really were not on earth. How could a plane take-off and crash on another planet? They weren't on some spaceship. What's with the transmigration?


Everyone was devastated. They had no desire to go on a fantasy adventure on a different planet. Their journey to reach this village was already tiring. They had near and dear ones back on earth. They might be of not much importance to their country or even their city, but their family was important to them.


Kiara was sitting on a wooden bench. Tears trickling down her cheeks. She had begun missing her family. She always dreamed about magic, fantasy and all sorts. She had read tons of book on them. But truthfully, they only look good in books.


Arav came behind her and stroke her head. 


"What are we gonna do?", Kiara spoke struggling to keep her composure. 


"Rest for now"


Arav was deep in his thoughts. The old chief had told them they could make a call from Caito city, she was saying stuff about interplanetary communication. What befuddled him was, the old chief assumed that they were from a neighbouring planet. Where on earth anyone would be calm if someone says they are not from their planet.


Arav wanted Kiara to calm down as she was the only one who could communicate with the natives.


After some time, when Kiara calmed down, Arav and Kiara went to ask for books related to planets and stars.


Kiara knowledge in reading and writing in Santhali was limited. So, they asked for books. And what met them was another obstruction. The books were in Sumerian language. Like their country India, this planet also had a ton of languages and dialects. 

So, they were literally illiterate here. They can only stare at the pictures.


Brandon saw this book and eyes shined as if he had seen some treasures.


"This. This. How could this be? This is the Sumerian language. My life's research..", Brandon was too excited that he could hardly speak.


"You can read it", Arav asked


" Yes. Haha", Brandon was behaving like a mad man.


Kiara gave him the book and waited for him to translate it to them. But Brandon was too much into his own world. He was in ecstasy.


"Earth to prof. Dominic, we need a little help here", Kiara pulled back Brandon from his own little world.


He deciphered the book to them. He told them that they were in a galaxy called Elysium. 'An' solar system is one of its systems. The whole galaxy and nearby four galaxies are under the Elysium govt. This Elysium govt was in Elysium city of 'El' planet. And the book had mentioned a dozen planets and galaxy, but their Milky way galaxy wasn't in it. Neither there was any that resembled it.


This was a groundbreaking find for them. If they go back to Earth and tell them, there are galaxies millions of light-years away from where humans live and their knowledge on space travel was beyond time. No doubt this matter will cause a commotion. But only if they can go back to earth.  


Arav had a frown on his face while Brandon was ecstatic. Groundbreaking or whatever, it was no help to their situation.


The only help they could get was going to this Caito city. From where they will have to go to Elysium city, oh it's on another solar system. When they reach Elysium they may or may not get a ticket back to Earth. All this travelling was sure to eat up their whole lifetime. It took them 560 hours to reach this village, another city on foot, no way. Unless they had a mode to travel.

A flight going to New York from Heathrow vanishes a few hours after takeoff. The passengers of flight find themselves stranded in a mystical island. They try to find a way back home. Things don't go easy for them. They undergo many circumstances which question their beliefs, questions their state of being. Or if it was alright to give up.  "Will they ever be able to come back home?"


I'm writing for the first time. Hope you guys like it

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