It's a collection of lovely fairytale, of hopes and dreams, butterflies and prince. 

A fantastic town of stories for both children and adults. 
;-)

Entertaining yet inspiring, has a lesson told in kindergarten style. 

Surely naive and cute.

Happily Ever After.

O'Neil Andrew Morisette was born into the Divine Empire of Titan with a silver, no, golden spoon in his mouth. Having been sent to prison at the young age of 5 for being the perpetrator of the biggest scandal of Titan Imperialty, he launched his political career after his release. He could be the Emperor's favorite minister, the Princess's husband, a Prince of the Divine Empire of Titan, or a marshal with tens of thousands of soldiers, but which persona will he choose to identify with?

This is a story of choices, of intrigue, of love. Will O'Neil Andrew Morisette bow to his fate, or will he entangle himself in romance? Where does his destiny lead, and what changes will he bring to the strongest empire in Westland?

Not too long after the surprising courteous visit of Malfoy, someone knocks on the door. Surprised by the sudden noise, Alex raised his head.
"Enter."
 
Behind the door was a redhead, little girl. Judging by her black robe, she, like them was a first-year to be sorted. When he sees those red hairs of similar color that he, Alex immediately know who she was.
"Hello, can I sit here?" Say the girl looking at Hermione, who look at Alex in the corner of her eyes, she capt a barely perceptible nod from him.

Sitting a little farther from Alex, and directly facing Hermione, she gives her a rapid look over.
"I'm Susan Bones." Say her, smiling sweetly at the brunette, who responds in kind.
"I'm Hermione Granger."
"Are you perhaps a muggle-born?" Hearing the two, Alex couldn't help but cringe a little, it was evident was the little girl wanted but didn't know how to bring up the topic, fidgeting uncomfortably. If she sees it, Hermione didn't say anything and respond.
"Yes." Trying to smile, making him shake his head at the shyness of the little girl while keeping an eye on the redhead on his side. Even if she was just a little girl, she was raised by a witch who was familiar with the political arena. He could only think of a reason why it is her that came.

"I came from a wizard family and some friends have been going to the other first-year muggle born to explain to them something, do you want to come?" When she heard that only she was invited, she turns her head to Alex.

"Can he come to?" Still keeping an eye on her while reading his book, he sees the sour expressions that mare the little girl face when she hears her, the message was clear, she was told to not take him in, confirming that she was of this sorry excuse of political gameplay by adults through their children.
"Don't mind me, I prefer to read my book, I don't have time to lost whit minions and morons." I blunt words and insult clearly didn't please the little girl, seeing her furious face, but she says nothing and drag Hermione out of there.

Since she lost her scratching slave, Skadi jump of the seat and return to her companion, making her way in his hood and fall asleep not too long after.
"Those kids are so easy that boring."
-Well, they are eleven years old, what did you expect?-
"I know, but still, not older year other than this asshole? And it's only because I knock off the little bitch and her butt plugs."
-It's me or your language became worst every passing hour?-
"We will live for the few next years with those little shit, I prefer to start now that slowly build up."
-True.-

While the two were complaining about the incoming headache, a little bell resound on the outside of his door. Raising for his seat, he came opening it and see the trail lady coming from the same way of Draco before. Before she could speak, the lady was slightly perturbed by the crazy glint and the maniacal smile slowly making his way on his face, that would have made a certain grey and blue cat ( I prefer this version that of the pink and purple one of Cheshire cat.), worrying her greatly. He returns to his trunk and opens it before taking a purse with him to her.
"Lady, how much for the entire trail minus the pumpkin juice." She froze a second before looking worryingly at him.
"Are you sure sweety, it won't be cheap, don't you want to keep some money for the year?"
"It alright Lady, I have some tens of Galleon left from the Alley, and this way you can rest until we arrive." Say him with a sincere bright smile.

At first, she was worried that he would spend all his money but seeing the amount of gold coin in the purse, she smiles warmly at him, even more, when he was taking from her the burden to go to the rest of the train to sell her goods.

"Alright, sweety." With a decade of experience, she rapidly goes through her entire stock of good, unloading them at the same time on the nearest seat while counting.

Four minutes later, the door closed as the lady turn around and his purse lighter of ten Galleon and three sickle. A second later, everything vanishes and organizes itself in his storage, leaving him with three fudge flies pack and two sherbet lemon, while reading his book.

As the hour's pass, Hermione returns only half an hour before they arrive to change in her robe. seeing her sour face, he sees that she didn't like what she heard.
"So, how was it?"
"I can't believe it! Did they take us for morons?!"

Hearing her outburn, he was surprised, until she rent how about they have to say that they need to be united again the old family because they wanted to control them and only them could protect them. At first, it wasn't extravagant but the more she goes on the more he frown. The entire reunion has turned on a single subject, that James Potter was the champion of Muggle-Born, that they must follow him because he was the Boy-Who-Lived and they were only safe because he rid the world of the evil and when he would be Lord, give them the best place. He, who didn't have knowledge of the mundane world, even with a mother coming from this site, says that he understands them and will protect them for their worship. When she was done, fifteen minutes later, he exits the compartment to let her cool down and chang herself.

"So let me see if I'm right. The git wants your pledge in order to protect you, and the more you worship him the better the place he would give you in the wizarding world?" Seeing he nod he couldn't help but facepalm.
"How his he different that Voldemort when he recruits for minions and promises power for those who follow him? At least, Moldyshort was magically powerful. How much have seen through Hitler in making?"
"None, they were here even before I and they seem to have told them stories of the old war to make them see them at the good guys."
"Definitely a prepared speech, I can't see him think of something like that. Did he say something of me?"
"Yes, that you are a Slytherin and I shouldn't listen to you, that you are a dark wizard."
"How he says that good. Did they say something about sweets?"
"Yes, they were complaining that the Lady hadn't still past, apparently he had promised them some. How did you know?"
He cackles madly at this, under her shocked gaze until she thinks of something and shakes her head, strangely already used to his strange behavior.
"Serve them right!"
Event CS sweatdrop at the childish attitude of him. 

The rest of the ride was peaceful at no one came to fetch Hermione, only proving her that they don't care for them, only what they could bring them. When the train stop, the night have already fallen. Shrinking his trunk and sliding it in his pocket, he tells her to leave it there, that it will be taking care of. When appear, few gazes turn to him, in particular, the cat on his shoulder. Like his trunk, he wouldn't let any of the house-elf to take her from him, more so when it wasn't his elves that were in charge of the baggage.
Like in the books and films, they were taken by Hagrid by the scenic view, and as responsible adults they were, leaving children to cross a freezing lake in the dark with dangerous creatures in it. Obliviously, none of them knowing it other than Alex.

He equally turns off the old witch and her bullshit for house unity and family when we all know that the school was a cesspool of bigotry, harassment, and magical aggression while deluded adults look the other side.

Once they were lead inside the hall proper, silence fall as she came to the stool were the poor excuse of a hat was sitting and singing an equally poor song. When you know that he had an entire year to think of something it was rather depressing that it was it best. Taking her scroll open, she finally calls the first name.
"Abbot, Hannah!"
The little blond head wasn't one of the ring leaders, from Hermione's story, she seems more from the sheep mentality that anything else. The second the hat was on her head, he confirms her trough.
-"Hufflepuff!" Not that he had something against them, but other than their house the would follow the majority, so...
"Bones, Susan!"
-"Gryffindor!"
'Okay, that new.'

Other than her, the following were the same, except that Lavender Brown ends in the badger table rather than the lion one. Following the order, he knows he wouldn't be far. When she was about to call the next name, the entire all see McGonagall frown before a surprised and lost expression appear. Turning her head to the teacher table, she cast a rapid glance toward one of them before retaking her initial position, under the perplexed crowd. The reason wasn't long to know.
"Evans, Alexander."
Under the shocked face of Lily Potter, Severus Snape and an Albus Dumbledor who suddenly stood straighter on his throne, a crimson redhead green-eyed made his way to the stool, the white cat on his shoulder only adding to the surreal situation.

Before the hat was put on his head by a somewhat distract McGonagall, he feels his Ocllumancy barrier being triggered, clamping on them hard, the entity was rebound to the limit of his mind.
'I don't think I give you permission to invade my mind.'
'What, How?! No one had ever bloc me out before. Godric and Rowena enchantment was to allow me a free pass, how could you defend against their enchantment?'
'Those two where far from being the best enchanter in their time, You will not be the first to breach them.'
The hat was miffed that his creator wasn't put in the young face but couldn't say anything as he was indeed unable to enter is mind. The reason was simple, first, his soul was fused with a greater artifact that protects his through and it was only strength by his racial change, his mind was nothing human, thus the hat couldn't enter.
'How can I sort you if I can't see your mind?'
'Simple made me in the House I want.'
'Why?'
'Simple, I want to mess with them all.'
Sighing, the hat couldn't help but to go for it and announce.
-"..."

When power far above you decide that they want to wrench the canon, by bringing you in the game, sometimes the wisest thing to do it just to tag along and just try to make this encounter end the most rapidly possible.

who knows, maybe something great will come out of it? After all, what could be worst than being taken out without your consent out of your world, only to be thrown in the darkness?

       Manor of the Marigold family was located in the far east of the Licorne archipelagoes. The climate was tropical, most people were suntanned and only wore sarongs.
       Sapoti, was named as a brown fruit very similar to the Sapodilla, common in equatorial places like the Caribbean.
       For a good time, she was the youngest member of the Marigold clan. Margaret the daughter of the countess Bonina pretty much didn't count because she never gets out of her bed.
       She loves stories, to hear, to tell, and to collect them.
       Sapoti reminded very well how that started, from how memories work after all.
       Memories do not work in chronologic order. They are stick in our minds based more on emotions than any other thing. Because of that, stronger emotions make deeper and resistant memories.
       Sometimes they mix and became hard to define when a memory start and another end.
       As an example, there was a story that Granny Calla lily, told many times. Always when they crossed a species of flowery tree called Manilkara.
       "Look, Sweet Thing is a Manikara tree! You know that the name of our family came from this peculiar plant?"
       "Really Granny?" Sapoti always pretended that it was not heard that a dozen times and let her beloved old woman are not sure if she did not tell that tale dozens of times and just to be sure told again. Always forgetting a passage and reminding of others, making the experience a little different and unique every time.
       It was the legend of the hero Manikara and his beloved Sapoti, and their fight against the monster Boraro who wanted to eat the babies of all the animals in the old times when the animals talked like abaeté (humans).
       Sapoti died, and Manikara became so sad that it melted in tears.
       Mora the mother of love, touched by the tragic end of the lovers unite their souls who reborn in a tree strong as steel with a beautiful flower known as Manikara and a delicious fruit known as Sapoti. While those trees existed, their love will be alive.
       In addition, that was where her name comes from.
       'The main branch of the Marigold family was made of frivolous and petty nobles, but the Manikara were the trunk who supports everything. We are as the ironwood used in many constructions as buildings foundations and pillars. We are this county sustain."
       Even that Sapoti did not have any idea how many times listened to that tale, never could avoid a smile, when her Granny finished the tale.
       Sapoti not just loved that tale, but it was an avid collector of tales, legends, myths, hoax, and anecdotes. She secret wrote everything she could and hide it. She was always asking for henna and paper. Most adults thought that she just wanted to wash her head and wipe her bum.
       "Granny Calla." A young man with a vest and straw hat come running. "Granny Calla."
       "Flourish? Flourish my son what is the problem?"
       "A witch." He was without breath. "A witch appeared in the front gate."
       "A witch. Are you sure my son?"
       "It was the most witched witch that I ever saw in my life. It is a Coca Witch."
       "A Coca witch in Marigold?"
       "She says that she comes for the ritual of the blue moon and demand shelter." Je took out the hat to rub his head. "They were declared enemies of the empire, demons. By the law, we should arrest her, but she can turn us into toads or worst things. What we do?"
       Granny put her hand in his shoulder, "She claims that didn't wish no harm?"
       "Yes! She said that."
       "Goddess Chantico spirits of the home can be angry if we deny shelter." Granny bite the tip oh her thumbnail. "Let put her in the old canchas.'" A formation of six identical two-floor round huts
       They walked through the road and Sapoti saw something weird in the sky. "Grandma, what's that thing?"
       "Witches. More witches."
       "What the…" Flourish was terrified. "They fly? Nobody told me that they fly."
       Sapoti facepalmed. "Even I know that witches fly Flourish."
       "Really? Why nobody tells me that kind of thing?"
       When they get at the entrance an enormous bat and an owl appeared flying and when they landed, they became women, wearing hooded capes made of alligator skin.
       "Coca witches." Granny Calla recognized.
       Going towards them was a big and strong man and a big and strong woman with curly hair. That was the countess Bonina covered in an emerald green sarong and covered in emeralds.
       "Its everything fine Greyclaw." She said to the man. "They were guests."
       "Go prepare the canchas for them Grayclaw." Granny Calla came holding Sapoti by the hand. 
       "Yes, Granny." Greyclaw obeyed and went out walking fast.
       "Are you behind Bonina?" Granny was startled. "You brought Coca witches to our home? Why?"
       "Sorry grandma, but I need to bring my daughter back."
       "Back? She's not in the nursery? Back from where?"
       "Uku Pacha!" One of the witches answered.
       "Uku Pacha? The land of the dead? You are out of our mind? You can't bring people back from the land of the dead."
       Bonina made an angry face. "I cannot but Coca can."
       "Coca can do everything." The witches said together.
       Sapoti shaked her arm. "Granny there was other coming."
       "How many of you are gathering here?"
       "At least thirty," Kale answered.
       "Thirty, we will have thirty witches lodged here?"
       "I said at least," Kala replied. "Probably more. Thirty is the minimum for a dharmaquation."
       "Dharma… Bonina from all the forbidden ritual spells, dharmaquations are the most forbidden form of the all forbidden. Mama mora, Mama Acla, even Mama Ancanma. All the gods forbidden dharmaquations."
       "The gods are not going to bring my child back, they will? Coca will."
       "A dharmaquation need a high priest, archmage, or warlock, Don't tell me you are thinking to bring Coca?"
       "You bring your excellence, Prudence, to ear or food all the time and he is the archpriest of the dragon Yellowbelly."
       "It's not the same thing. Yellowbelly protects the Marigold County and your excellence doesn't kidnap children."
       "Mama Coca doesn't kidnap children." A witch answered angrily.
       "Mama Coca rescue us from our horrible parents and teach us the Amaru way."
       "Mama Coca makes us more powerful than any men can dream of."
       "Mama Coca is the way."
       Granny Calla looked at them with her jaw dropped. "Are you all out of minds?"
       "She's coming." Kala pointed at the sky and between the clouds, a green carriage came flying pulled by two colorful bulls running in the air and creating a path of smoke in the air.
       "That's a bird?"
       "That some kind of airplane?"
       Sapoti recognizes. "It's a giant chayote pulled by two boi-boombás."
       Everybody gave space to the carriage land with enormous animals. When the door opened, Jolly Acacia appeared with Gem in her arms in their nightgowns.
       "Acacia! Gem!" Bonina ran to hug them.
       Soon after her, Coca appeared, with her fan and hood covering her head. A hood made with the head of an alligator. She looked exactly like the legends said an at each step, the grass withered and crumbled under her feet leaving her footprints behind.
       "That's Coca?" Sapoti said surprise. "I thought she really looked like an alligator."
       "Why every elf has an obsession with alligators?"
       All the Coca Witches gave an angry stare to Sapoti who hid scared behind Granny Calla.
       "That's a very cute elven village." Coca praised. "Coca is tired of the travel, where is Coca's room?"
       "Come with me, madam." Bonina also bows to her. "Uncle Nick has the best bedroom in the whole Manor."
       "Coca is pleased." She gave the tube to Jolly Acacia. "Prepare a feast to Coca when she wakes up."
       "Where is the kitchen?" The asked, "We need to do a feast for mama Coca."
       "Flourish show the Villa kitchen to them." Grandma Calla said.
       "Me? Alone with them." Flourish trembled.
       "Go Flourish," Granny said angrily and got Jolly ears. "I think your brother was dumb to go at Dark Mist looking for a folktale, but hanging out with Coca kicked the bucket."
       "Coca is listening."
       "It's not my fault. She appeared yesterday at night with the dharmaquation in Gems bedroom,"
       "You looked for the dharmaquation, that's is heresy. When you arrogant wizards are going to learn to not mess with unnatural things?"
       "Margot is our niece, and she can be the last thing about Zenon."
       "I understand the pain to lose a brother, a niece, and a daughter. There are facts of life that we cannot change. You know that if you bring someone from Uku Pacha is never come the same, and worst can bring something else from the land of the dead with them."
       "Coca talked about it and there's a solution."
       "What solution?" Granny asked with a tone of sarcasm.
       "Bonina is going to get a piece of her soul to patch Margot souls."
       "Path a soul?" Granny ran after them. "Bonina. What Jolly said is truth."
       "I don't know granny. Jolly talk in people's heads, we didn't listen."
       "Coca listened and yes Bonina is going to give part of her soul to the child as Coca is going to do too."
       "What?" The witches started to protest. "Mama can't give a piece of her soul."
       "Yes, that way she's going to be Coca's daughter too. Bonina and Coca, both mothers, and Coca witches are going to be all her godmothers."
       The witches started to change her opinion and whisper.
       "The Coca coven is going to summon the most glorious and powerful Coca witch that ever lived. A dragon soul that will be not patched, but recreated."
       The witches started to be excited.
       "But Mama Coca, all the good souls are already given to the titans and dragon souls to Mama Tainakan. Where Mama is gonna find a soul to patch and mold?"
       "Coca didn't teach the witches to widen their horizons? There are other worlds out there, with uncountable souls and many dragon souls."
       "Bonina." Granny grabbed her arm. "They want to turn Margot in one of them."
       "Is better than what she is now mom."
       "Margot will not be just one of the Coca witches," Coca said with a victorious smile. "First Margot will be a queen, the most wonderful and fearsome queen. A Dragon queen among elves."
       All the witches cheered and whispered.
       "was going to be a Coca witch with the most, angrily, lazy, covetousness, vainglory, and self-indulgent soul that ever was."

Margaret was a weaboo that only cared for comics, novels, and games. Until she died reincarnated in the body of a small child, daughter if the poorest countess in a fantasy world,
Now she wants to be an overpowered adventurer but is not an easy task and she brought something else with her, that will create a lot of problems.

When the Ash Von-Kade kids had returned to their home they were very excited to tell their parents all kinds of stories of their adventure in the forest, but to their dismay when they entered the house they saw their supposed immortal parents on beds shriveled up like humans without their blood.

Kids: Mom, Dad what happened why are you looking like that are you okay? Did someone attack you?
Parents: Ahh you finally came. We have a lot to tell you about come sit we will explain it all.

Evelyn: I will start when your father and I were traveling the Old World (Europe, Africa, Middle East) we were unstoppable even for the Draconian knights we did many things that made us very famous but that is not the point. The point is that during our adventure we had massacred a witch coven that had nicked your father by accident. After we had done the deed you returned to our Castle in Verona to plan out your births. This was also the time when all of the underworlds of the Old World knew of us trying to have kids hence they had stirred clear of Verona, but we later discovered that we were cursed by the elders of the coven. The cursed included that if we were to have children then our vitality will take a huge hit making us fall into hibernation preventing us to spend time with our kids.

Erik: After learning about this we closed up our castle in Verona with all sorts of knowledge pertaining to our heritage and ancestry. We don't have much time left so I will tell you a few key details. One, we may be called Vampiric Demons but it only means that we are immortal with all the abilities of vampires while without gaining any weakness. The demon part of us however, we must deal with both our abilities and weakness. Demons can be killed by anything holy but due to being immortal we just suffer, however, we can be sealed into artifacts and/or banished from the realm into the demon realm, where to be honest neither your mom or I have been to so we can not give you anything about that place. Remember to NEVER ever give your real names to any of the creatures of the underworld as they will use this to do many things to you good and bad. Your blood will be in demand by any witch who knows of it as it has powerful properties so make sure to not leave any trace of it anywhere the reason being that we are as powerful as demon royalty.

Eve: When we enter into our hibernation period we will be reduced down to ash and placed into urns which will be protected by our familiars, we only want you to take us back to Verona and place us there to make sure no one can get their hands on our energies. To enter the Castle in Verona you will need Ambrosius which is a key in the shape of a demon with the face of a gazelle body of an anaconda and horns of a moose. It will guide you to the library in Verona where you will find everything you need to know about the underworld our true abilities.

Parents: Goodbye our children, may we see you all very soon.

After those last word both of them burst into ash and gathered to pitch-black urns with the image of their familiars' whale and snake in an Egyptian style art. Once their ashes had completely entered the urns they closed completely sealing them off. The Kids were very shocked to what in the world was happening and just stood there for a long time in silence just wishing that it was all a lie and their parents would come back but that never happened.

Tomas who had lived two lives was the first to snap out of the trance and bring his siblings into a huddle and calmed them down. Once they were stable he began to speak.

Tomas: I know that it hurts but it was in the past and we had no control over it so we can only try to make sure we do not repeat our parent's mistake.
Ivy: He is right, Lexi Dave it seems we will be on the move.
Lexi: I understand and I don't mind it aren't we going to understand our position in the underworld and make sure who our enemies are?
Dave: What are we waiting for then let's find ourselves a boat and we will set sailing because I have a feeling that those people we met won't stay dead forever and are most likely looking for a way to hurt or attack us.

Tomas: Ahh those guys I believe they were vampires in the flesh the first of the kind. From what I heard from mom and dad they looked to be from the Mikaelson family who lost a child during the war with wolves.
Ivy: If that is the case then let's start preparing. Lexi go see if you can find a boat big enough for us and some stuff to take along, Dave start cleaning up the house only leave things that will not lead to us and Tomas make the whole village forget about us entirely while I get some food for us as now that we became demons through our semi-demon form we will need humans to survive. 
Kids: Yes, big sister!

Even though they may sound like they are okay the kids are still too young to understand the meaning of loss as they still believe they will meet their parents after some decades. Keeping such a thought was the only way the kids found stability and were able to do anything at all. You can say the impact of having their parents sealed has yet to truly hit them.

As the Ash Von-Kade prepare to leave the New World the strongest power in the New World is about to notice their presence. Esther and Dahlia are just now being given an audience with the Eight of Covens.

When Esther and Dhalia had burned their invitation the Ebony sisters had teleported them to the village of witches but none of the Eight talked to them. It was only after a day that they were given an audience.

Lear: We welcome the Mikaelson sisters to the Coven of Eight. We wish to converse with you specifically on your relocations and if you have any connection to the wolf killings near your new town?
Theia: Do tell us, Dahlia, if the rumors about you true, are you really an immortal witch?

Dahlia: Well there is some truth to that rumor as you can technically consider me as an immortal but there are certain holes here and there so kinda sorta.
Theia: Wonderful! We can have a chat after this is over, what do you say?
Dahlia: Sorry, but our secrets stay within the family, however, I can advise on things that aren't related to my family.

Cressida: Theia.
Theia: Ahh Sorry. Tells us about what you know and we may give you entry to the Coven of Eight.

Esther: That won't be needed as my family no longer falls into the category of witches.
Dahlia and the Eight: What!! You became wolves?! Disgusting!

Esther: No, no it's not like that. I was able to turn my family of six into true creatures of the night... Vampires. However, it was quite recently so the news of these new species has yet to come to the Underworld. To answer your question: Yes, I may have some idea of who may be responsible for the deaths of those wolves and the Guardian.

Cleo: Speak of them now!
Esther: Before I came here my husband had come to me with a vial of blood saying that it came from something that was not human. Curious I use magic I had gotten from some covens in the Old World to trace back the origin of the race the blood came from. To my surprise, it came from... wait for Demons!
Everyone: What!

Ophelia: Demons who called them here to this realm and why?!!
Esther: That I don't know but they have come to the New World around the same time as us and it was an entire family that could and very well be Demons. They go by the name of Ash Von-Kade and from what I read in my grimoire the adults of the family were given the name as elemental witches in the Old World. After contacting my friends in the Old World I found out that the told me that their true name was never spoken and went by Aqua and Flóges representing their elemental powers. It is now I understand why they did that. Lastly, I would like to point out that they are no younger than 14 collectively and have yet to fully awaken their demonic side the kids I mean.

Faunas: We must find them and seal them to try to figure out their names. You said you have their blood with you?
Esther: Yes, I do enough for four portions though so there will be two members of the family that will be unaccounted for.
Faunas: It is fine we will use what we have.

Cressida: I was checking the name you gave me and it turns out that there is no one who goes by that name in your village. However, I did use a nick of the blood to find out and it leads to a group of kids leaving for the Old World.
Dahlia: I remember something like this happening when a couple decades back the wizards were discovered by the mundanes there were a lot of controversies when all of a sudden the topic just vanished from the minds of several humans as if it were a mere dream.
Cressida: If so we must at least prevent them from leaving the New World as our influence can not affect them in the Old World without support.

Anastasia: I can create four daggers with the blood and some mystic metal to make it so that the demons are paralyzed until anyone takes it out.
Faunas: Wonderful! Let's get started.

Isabel: We must hurry. I feel that if we were to let this chance slip away then it will be very hard for us to attack the demons again. Assuming that the kids are our Demons.

A Story of a guy who comes to the world of originals, legacies and other related tv show worlds with ambition and a goal to create a true Oligarchy.

She had finally arrived... She had actually made it...

A redheaded woman had arrived at Border Town's city wall. She was quite petite, though made up for it with her other 'features'. She looked like she had only just turned 16 years old.

It was hard for her to survive the winter, as she was being chased by numerous witch hunters. She had to hide from both the hunters and demons, but somehow managed to survive it all and reach this promised land. 

"Halt! Who are you?" a man stationed on the crude city walls asked. 

"I... I'm..." she paused, "I'm Olivia, sir."

"I fear just telling me your name isn't going to cut it miss, I'm going to need to know your purpose of coming here. My name is Carter by the way," he responded.

"I... I want to serve Roland... Are the stories about him true? Does he really accept everyone?" the timid girl asked.

"Are you perhaps... a witch?!" he asked, unable to hide the surprise in his voice. 

She nodded, afraid that the stories were a lie. Did she just walk straight into a witch hunter trap? At least she had tried...

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Her worries were for naught, as shortly after the guard went to get some people, she was welcomed by two other witches. They were named Anna and Nightingale, two stunningly beautiful women.

Olivia saw how the witches were somewhat accepted in this territory. Some of the citizens still looked at them with a fearful gaze, but at least they didn't try to capture them as would have been the case in different towns.

The witches decided it would be better to immediately go to Roland with this new witch. He would be delighted to get another witch in his ranks. Nightingale told Anna that she should bring her there, as she herself had other tasks to complete. 

Anna quickly led Olivia to Roland's quarters, it was the place where he spent most of his time. 

"The king really likes studying, he's a great inventor! He invents crazy stuff on how to use our powers. We actually survived the winter for the first time! We proved our usefulness against the demons and even some of the citizens have started accepting witches..." Anna kept talking to the girl walking next to her. 

'It seems like she really likes Roland,' Olivia thought.

They soon arrived at his quarters. Anna knocked on his door, and swiftly entered when he allowed them in.

"Who's that?" Roland asked.

"It's a new witch, Olivia. She wishes to join your territory and serve you. It doesn't seem like she has bad intentions, but we should still be careful. We have no idea where she came from." Anna informed Roland.

"Hmm, I see. Where did you come from, Olivia? And why did you come here?" he asked her.

"I've heard stories, sir, stories that there is a place where witches aren't hunted..."

"There's no sir here. Please, call me Roland." 

Roland was delighted that the story seemed to be spreading amongst the witches, as he could really use their powers to develop his still shabby territory. 

"... Yes, sir... Roland... I came from Elea, a village in the mountain range nearby. I was chased out by some witch hunters, I had to survive the winter on my own... I met another witch, she told me her name was Leaf and that there was a Witch Cooperation Association, but that they... failed to survive..." she turned quite sad while telling her story, it seemed like she was on the verge of crying.

After waiting for a moment and recollecting herself, she continued, "Just before they were attacked by demons, a witch came to tell them about this place. That Sir Roland accepts all witches! The few survivors that the Association had are still hesitant about coming here, but I figured it was my last chance at a decent life, so I decided to come over here right away..."

Anna and Roland were quite touched at the girls' story. They also learned that the Association had been attacked?! They had no knowledge of that yet.

"If you don't mind me asking, what are your powers, Olivia?"

"I... I can't tell you!! I can't... It's too embarrassing..." she said, with a bright pink blush on her face.

After seeing how timid the girl was about revealing her powers, he asked Anna to leave them alone for now. Still a bit suspicious about the girl, Anna reluctantly left his room.

"Do you really accept ALL witches?" Olivia asked him personally.

"I promise you, how ridiculous your power might seem, I won't laugh at your power. I'll be able to find a good use for it. So yes, I really accept all witches, other people just haven't realized your potential." Roland reassured her. "If you really can't tell me, why don't you show me your powers instead?"

"Are you sure you want me to use my powers?" the blush on her face intensified, she was currently glowing as red as a tomato.

"If that's easier for you, sure!" he replied.

"You won't get mad at me?" 

"As long as it doesn't hurt me, I'm fine with it!"

"O... okay... I'll use it right now..."

-- WARNING: MATURE CONTENT --

When Nightingale reached the Witch Cooperation Association's hideout, she told all the witches that Roland would accept them into his territory and would allow them to live as free people.

The word of this quickly spread amongst witches, and Roland was quickly baptized as 'The Accepting Monarch'.

One witch, Olivia, was quite curious about this Roland... Would he really accept her, with her special powers as well? 

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My entry for the RTW fanfiction contest.
Starts picking up from RTW's chapter 90.

"I'll share the news with everyone tonight when they're all back at the camp!" She looked at Wendy and said in a deep voice, "I hope you'll help me to persuade them."

That was the last thing I heard before they went back to their own place. I went back to my camp and tried to process the information that I just gained, If what Nightengale said was true then who was the one who were hanged in the gallows that was being the talk of everyone in Border town. 

When night fell, the witches who had spent all day working outside returned to the camp. Seeing that Nightingale had come home safely, they were extremely glad and surrounded her to ask all about her journey. The white bandages tied around their injured arms weighed heavily on her heart. After answering a few questions thoughtlessly, she raised her hands to silence all witches. 

Chime was mixed in the crowd, listening to Nightengale's story. It took her some time to tell them everything. She began by telling them about the time she snuck into Border Town, the acquaintance of Roland, Anna, and Nana, then the construction of the wall, the assembly of the steam engine, the fighting against the demonic beasts, and finally Anna who had just passed through to her adulthood. Nightingale even took out the design of the steam engine to convince others that it was true. 
'So Nana went home safely, and steam engine? isn't that an invention from modern times? why did it appear in this world where magic is rampant, this prince roland is an interesting individual.'

Most witches had been cocooned in an isolated world since they joined the Witch Cooperation Association, so it was hard for them to imagine the outside world. They seemed charmed by the stories, and when Nightingale came to the part about Anna passing through the Day of Adulthood unscathed, they were abuzz. The Demonic Torture had haunted them all their lives. All these years they had suffered from hunger and cold, leaving behind the secular world and secluding themselves to the Impassable Mountain Range in order to seek the legendary Holy Mountain. If what Nightingale had said was true—a land where the lord would accept them and a method that would protect them from Demonic Torture, Holy Mountain seemed less worthy to pursue. 
Just then, the audience moved to clear a path for a green-haired witch who had half her face tattooed with serpentine. She walked towards Nightingale. 
'Cara seems angry, I better prepare for the worst if I want to meet this prince I would need the help of Nightengale to get close to him.' Chime approached the two slowly so that no one will notice her.

Just then, the audience moved to clear a path for a green-haired witch who had half her face tattooed with serpentine. She walked towards Nightingale. 
"Hello, my respected mentor," said Nightingale, as she bowed to the witch, "Snake Witch" Cara, founder of the Witch Cooperation Association. The witches in the association addressed her as mentor. 
"I've heard your stories," she said with a hoarse and hollow voice, "and you mean to tell us that all we have done is wrong?" 
"No, mentor, they aren't just stories. I mean..."
"Enough." She waved her hand impatiently. "I don't know what adventure you have been through, weaving your stories. A highborn prince who pities the poor witches? It's as silly as pitying a frog." She sneered as she turned around. Spreading her arms, she shouted, "Sisters, don't forget all of what the common people have done to you!" 
'Oh no, this is getting out of hand' Chime thought and she summoned her sword and edge slowly near Nightengale's back. Ready to pull her out if it's needed.
She went on without waiting for Nightingale's explanation. "There's no doubt that the common people, the incompetents, have targeted us with blades and whips in the name of gods. Without God's Stone of Retaliation, they have no authority to oppress us. It's deities who grant us the power, not the evils. It should be us who work on the behalf of deities, not the church. It should be us, the sisters of the Witch Cooperation Association! Holy Mountain, told in old books, refers to the quarters of deities." 
What?! Nightingale could not believe her ears. She had known that the leader of the Witch Cooperation Association was kind of eccentric, and although she was hung up on searching for Holy Mountain, she was far from mad. Despite not being as approachable as Wendy, Cara still sincerely cared for them. What Nightingale had not expected was that she would have such hostility toward ordinary people. 
Had Cara secretly buried her anger and hatred all these years? And what she had claimed, about being detached from worldly affairs, was this really a way to save power for striking vengeance without warning one day? What had made her uncover her disguise now? Maybe... 
"We've found the clue to the opening in Holy Mountain, the same as what we read from the old books! All we have to do is wait. In twenty days, when the blood moon rises in the sky, through a huge gate emerging from underground, we shall reach our final realm." She turned back, looking straight at Nightingale. "The common people have deceived you, and we've lived in a big fraud since we were born. What we've suffered in the Day of Adulthood is the test given by deities. One who is determined and resilient will obtain the true power. The church..." She sneered. "It's just a gang of common people who want to work in the name of deities. Sooner or later, all of them will go to hell." 
"And you, child. There's time for you to stop this." Cara paused. "I'll forgive your ignorance and fault if you forget your stories. We'll retake you as one of us, and together we'll find peace in Holy Mountain." 
Nightingale's initial excitement had cooled. The suffering was a test? The ones who did not make it through the torture on the Day of Awakening were simply worthless losers? The statements were exactly what the church was advocating. But no one stood out against these ideas, and instead, they wore a face of agreement. Even Wendy did not make a comment. Suddenly all turned dull and boring to her. Standing in front of her, the witch who was the founder of the Witch Cooperation Association and the leader of the witches seemed so unfamiliar. 
She shook her head. "In that case, I'll take those who're willing to go, and good luck with those who decide to stay." 
Chime noticed Cara slowly moving her hand but she was a bit too late to stop the snake before it bit Nightingale.
Nightingale felt a faint sting on her leg. She looked down and found a black snake with sparkling blue stripes biting her flesh. The Snake of Magic, which bore various venoms and was able to strike the target in silence, was often used by "Snake Witch" Cara. 
The paralysis struck her hard and quickly. Nightingale moved her lips and struggled to say something, but the darkness overwhelmed her. 
'I was too late huh, doesn't matter I'll just get her out later, it's too risky to fight this many witches alone' Chime backed out slowly while dissipating her sword. 'I'll just have to rescue you later, wait for me.'

Just a normal teenage girl, playing a VRMMORPG that's featuring guns, In the game I was GOD, they called me the GOG(Goddess of Guns) I have even dominated Sinnon and Kirito in the game and that was 1v2, they were so shocked to discover that I was even playing with them and not serious at all.

Previously on Writer's Chatgroup…

LickMyShoes: What you write impacts the reader and it is an author's responsibility to know what kind of message their novel is giving out to others.

Sleepis4theWeak: True. But, it is the reader's own decision to be influenced or not. Either way, both have responsibilities and own mind.

Murakami Takai: Our brains seek out the "lesson" that is told through story. And if that "lesson" is saying, "**** is good and normal and you should do it," then go figure.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: That's like saying it's a child's own decision to do drugs when their parents are both drug addicts.

CoolGuySan: People are influenced by things we have no control over.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: It's not just ****, but pedophilia as well.

CoolGuySan: Like reaaally shitty.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: If a pedophile is exposed to a culture where pedophilia and **** are normalized, a bunch of unfortunate kids are going to be needing therapy pretty soon.

Sleepis4theWeak: It is a shitty thing done by shitty people.

CoolGuySan: Also I know for a fact that younger audiences read here.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: Younger audiences are curious as well. You think an r-18 tag is gonna stop them? Of course not.

[A/N: It's true. If there are young authors, there are also young readers. The youngest author I know in the discord chatroom is around 13-14 years old.]

Sleepis4theWeak: Tagging of r18 doesn't help.

TrueDawn: Man r-18 content on WN should be removed.

Elyon saw the name and he knew that the time has come. Mod 'TrueDawn' has finally stepped in.

Murakami Takai: Oh boy.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: If you use "f*ck" more than once it's automatically rated R.

SpicyGinger: Author responsibility? Srsly? Then what about those famous stories where the protagonist commits suicide and it ends with that? Is it promoting suicide? Is the author wrong?

Mr.DropDeadSexy: By most country guidelines 'Glorifying' suicide is a huge problem.

TrueDawn: *sigh* Guys. 

Mr.DropDeadSexy: When 13 Reasons came out, there was huge outrage.

Truedawn: Just stop this discussion.

SpicyGinger: That's just a wrong pov…

Mr.DropDeadSexy: Many psychologists said it was incredibly problematic and never should've been released.

Truedawn: I don't want this to become an argument between which one is better. I do agree that glorifying things that shouldn't be glorified is wrong. Like suicide, ****, pedophilia and so on.

SpicyGinger: In a story for kids... sure there is responsibility... but for an adults work... the writer can depict whatever he wants.

Truedawn: Plus authors should really think of what they're giving to readers. r-13, r-16, r-18 it doesn't stop young people from reading it at all even adults get affected.

CoolGuySan: Honestly they're just bigger kids with bigger problems.

SpicyGinger: @CoolGuySan But they are adults. They can make their own decisions.

CoolGuySan: Adults don't always make the right decisions.

Zenith: Neither sides are totally innocent or totally guilty. 

WWfire: Can we stop? This is why censorship is a debate. *facepalm emoticon*

Zenith: It's a choice from either sides.

Truedawn: People have their own beliefs and it's not our fault if they believe in that or not. Mr.DropDeadSexy, SpicyGinger, stop. Let's just all calm down. 

Elyon sighed as he read the comments. Truedawn has drawn the line and it means that the discussion has come to an end. The authors also want to change the subject. CoolGuySan decided to initiate the change and threw some random topic to start a new discussion. 

CoolGuySan: U've all seen endgame?

Truedawn: Nope.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: Endgame was trash the end.

CoolGuySan: What? Y? *cry emoticon*

Zenith: Lel. I liked it.

Truedawn: I heard Antman entered Thanos' ass was that true?

[A/N: That would really be interesting if it happened.]

Mr.DropDeadSexy: It would've been better if he did.

Truedawn: aww anyways for Ironman.

Zenith: It was more like a tribute to fans than an actual movie.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: The amount of plotholes in endgame — some writers in this discord could've done a better job.

CoolGuySan: Anyway u guys read any good novels lately?

Elyon: Yes, mine. Shamelessly promote own novel lmao.

Zenith: @CoolGuySan Yeah. I was reading my novel. I usually don't say the truth so loud.

CoolGuySan: My short attention span is my biggest problem honestly.

WWFire: Me, a student trying to save money, didn't watch, Black Panther and Endgame *derp emoticon*

Truedawn: Me, no money, can't watch hence.

Elyon: Why would you watch black panther when you have pink panther?

The discord chatroom resumed their happy go lucky ways and another episode has ended…or was it?

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A few days passed since that heated debate on the Writer's Discord Chatroom. Elyon was curious and asked the other authors who were not present during that debate the question "What is a Story?" The answers he got were quite tame, compared to the ones he had back then.

Elyon: What is a story to you as an author? *points imaginary microphone to a baby dragon*

Zehel2218: For me as a reader, novel is everything that makes me want to live on.

Cultivator_Requiem: But a story can be a ship to another world! Or a message from the past! Or a stupid creation of a 11-year-old edgy kid!

Longsun Fullmetal: There are many different forms of a story. All of them with a different purpose and goal. Some of them merely seek to entertain, others wish to send a message. 

Some are about inspiring while others seek to cause specific emotions of the readers, Many stories were made by people who are disappointed with the "real world", reflecting what's happening around them inside their story, maybe wishing to escape it or suggesting a solution to the world's problems. The list is endless.

There are so many different types of stories we could keep this up all day honestly. But I think we can agree on one thing. A story is either enjoyable or not.

[A/N: Oooof! I had to dig for your "epic comment" Longsun.]

Elyon: Too hardcore.

Zehel2218: @Longsun Fullmetal Nice one.

Sleepteddy: I need to improve my English, for the sake of my reader's health.

Adorable miaomiao11: Me too.

Murakami Takai: me 3.

Zehel2218: me 4.

[A/N: me 5. ]

Mishak: Stories are escape from reality.

Cultivator_Requiem: But there is one thing that is not part of a good story, FILLERS.

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Author's Thoughts

When I decided to start writing Writer's Chatgroup, this particular episode on the discord chat made a deep impression on me. If I remember correctly, It was just a week after I joined the server.

Everyone is entitled to their opinion. It is their right, their choice and something that they need to decide on their own. Most of the time, arguments and debates are often caused by conflicting opinions. 

Even outside the boundaries of the discord chatroom, these conflicts happen. One good example of this is voting for politicians (President, Senators, etc.) You'd be surprised that sometimes your friends, family, relatives, classmates, acquaintances, co-workers (name it you have it!) will not always agree with you on your choice of candidates.

There are times when you get "heated discussion and debates" on why this particular politician is good, why he/she is bad, so on and so forth~

So why am I telling you this stuff? Mmm, it's because I don't want the authors of the discord chatroom to kil- *cough* I don't want the readers to judge their favorite authors for voicing their opinions and beliefs. 

We as authors write our stories so we can pass a message to you, so we can entertain you, so we can give you something to do when you're bored and have free time to spare. 

In turn, we get happy if people read our stories. Just like what the author PoeticPenguin shared in a comment in one of the chapters of Writer's Chatgroup.

"I can't make someone laugh so I have defaulted to make my readers interested. Also, I wholeheartedly agree with you. A comment is basically 300 dollars plus bragging rights. Wait no, more than that. It's also a glimpse of heaven on earth."

~PoeticPenguin

So my beloved readers, please give us that $300 plus bragging rights. It helps pay the bills and make both of us happy. It's a Win-Win for everybody!

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Meet and Greet some of the aspiring authors of WebNovels!
Discord Chatgroup : https://discord.gg/sBHSFVm

Have you ever wondered what your favorite Authors in Web Novels do during their free time? Don't forget that Authors are humans too and they have their own quirks and opinions. 

How can those Domineering CEO's that you love to read even compare to the manliness of our drop dead gorgeous authors who cries like little babies when they are stressed out and can't write anything due to Writer's Block!? Cultivation Chat Group can't even compare! 

Join our fearless Author Elyon as he show you a world filled with Frustrations, Stress, Anxiety, and Procrastination! 

WELCOME to The Webnovel Writer's Chatgroup!
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P.S The Cover Drawing is not mine. I just find it nice so I used it. Full credits go to the owner.

"Lalala!"
"This is my house! What do you think?"
The little Lolita was very lively and a little bit chatty. That's probably how Brass Dragons were. They were a bunch of very talkative dragons. The Chaotic camp was totally different from the Lawful camp, so often there would be jokes like these; this lovely little Lolita, who was just fighting Soran a few moments back was now chattering away. It was as though the two had been friends who have known each other for a while. This made Soran feel a bit weird.
The little Lolita brought Soran into her den, which was a huge cave.
Brass Dragons liked dry and warm environments. The whole cave was close to the nearby volcano. Occasionally, they could eat some of that magma.
Brass Dragon's could eat whatever.
There was no treasure in the dragon cave, which reminded the small dimensional gap she opened. This little Lolita seemed to have a good level of spellcasting, which meant that it was highly likely she had a dimensional space where she stores things.
This was some high-grade magic!
All the half-planes were grown from these small dimensional gaps.
"Why don't you talk?"
"It seems you're pretty powerful! You must have gone through a lot, huh? Why don't you tell me about it?"
"Do you know how to tell stories?"
"I like to listen to human stories, but why do the Dragons always get defeated by humans in the end? You, humans, are so weak. You could die with a pat on the back! The heroes in those stories are weak too!"
"Hmm?"
"Your curved sword seems powerful! Is it some treasure? Let me see."
"You're so boring!"
Why won't you talk! Do you have anything good on you?"
"Hey, hey, hey!"
"Talk! Talk! You're not a mute!"
The little Lolita kept chattering all the way, but Soran didn't answer her. He only nodded or shook his head occasionally.
"Poff."
The little Lolita sat on a stone bed after she arrived then asked, "Hey! You! What's your name?"
Soran replied, "Soran."
"Soran, huh?" the little Lolita tidied up her hair and said, "Strange name. My name is SiSi."
SiSi?
This obviously was not her real name.
Dragons all had long names, especially with her status, her name would be extra long.
"Well,"
The little Lolita stood up, smiled, and said, "You can also call me Alice. But I prefer SiSi."
Alice.
A very common name. Probably millions of people had that name.
"Do you know how to tell stories?"
The little Lolita stared at Soran with her beautiful golden eyes. Her pupils seemed to be changing colors; sometimes, they looked pale gold, sometimes they looked brass in color. The little Lolita looked at Soran with an eager expression, eyes wide, and begged, "Tell me some good stories? I haven't heard a story in a long time! "
"Why don't you tell me about your adventures."
Soran looked at her reluctantly and said slowly, "That Elemental Stone is very important to me. How would you give it to me?"
The little Lolita's eyes looked around.
The red stone appeared in her hand, she gently tossed it and said seriously, "tell me a story first. If the story is very interesting, I will consider whether I would give it to you."
"Hey! I'm a dragon, okay!"
"If you want something from me, shouldn't you pay the price?"
Soran let out a sigh.
After some consideration, he replied, "Fine. I'll tell you a story then."
Telling stories.
Vivian also liked to listen to stories when she was a child. It's not hard for Soran, but it's not easy to come up with a story that a dragon would be interested in. He could only make it up now and see if she would be satisfied with it.
After some thinking.
A thought came into Soran's mind. He quickly conceived a story that had a dragon as the leading role. Recently, his eloquence has improved a lot. He thought through the story in his mind and soon came up with a story that seemed old-fashioned but should be very attractive to the little Lolita. He even thought about the framework of the story. The characters in the story were basically dragons, and the last villain was the evil and sinister 'Catastrophic Dragon.'
(Note 1: Catastrophic Dragon was a kind of dragon that loved the fallen, betray, and rot. Its cruel manipulation skills also made its reputation more widely known. These dragons often conspire with immortal creatures, sometimes allies, sometimes their masters, weaving a conspiracy network of deception.)
(Note 2: Cajole, Cheat)
Raging Sand Island.
The mid-air battle had alerted many. However, this level of spellcaster level was beyond that of the ordinary pirate.
Gloria's figure was suspended in the air. Nearly half of the Tarot Cards around her had become dim. Her white fingertips still held the dark golden 'Queen,' but she didn't seem to want to use it at all. Gloria's long silver white hair was flying with the wind, and she was not injured at all. On the contrary, the red dragon Duchess was seriously injured, but she didn't seem to care about the injuries at all.
"Finish her."
The fallen witch stood in a shadow and looked at the Duchess. "She's nothing but an image."
Simulacrum.
A level 8 spell.
The spell creates an image that had part of the spellcaster's powers—an improved version of the spell Astral Projection.
The Duchess did not come here as her real self. It seemed that she learned a lot after the battle.
BOOM!
An amazing flash of lightning fell from the sky. Since Gloria had reached the realm of legends, even some low or medium grade spells were powerful.
"Hehe! That's all for tonight."
The Duchess seemed to have given up completely. She looked at Gloria and said playfully, "this is just the beginning! I will come back for you! "
In an instant, her body vanished under the flash of lightning, leaving nothing behind.
Gloria watched the body of the Duchess Disappear, then slowly landed on the ground and whispered, "This woman is not easy to deal with! She won't give up so easily. "
The fallen witch nodded and went back to her own room.
Gloria looked at her mother as she went. She raised her eyebrow as she felt something was strange with her mother.
As soon as the fallen witch entered the room, she activated a Magic Barrier. Then she took off her cloak and revealed her gorgeous face. There was a strange blush on her face; her breath seemed to be a little short; her full chest was slightly undulating as if she was trying to endure something. After a while, she seemed to be unable to resist it. She raised her white fingers and brushed over her chest. Then she let out a moan.
As if there was an electric shock!
The blush on her face became more and more obvious, and her body trembled slightly. She slowly put down her hands and murmured, "It's the time!"
"I must perform the forbidden ritual to please the Queen of Succubus."
"Or else, the imprint she left on me will give me more agony!..."
The fallen witch hesitantly took out a black silk whip, and then she slowly took off her clothes, revealing her delicate, tall, and slender body. She gently clenched her teeth and waved the whip toward her white and delicate back. With a crisp sound, a clear red mark appeared immediately.
"Ah!..."
The fallen witch let out a groan that was painful yet pleasurable and slowly waved the black whip again.
A price must be paid after easily obtaining power!
Abyss demons would never be a bunch that was easy to deal with.


He doesn’t know why his mind has been transferred into that of a petty thief named Soran within the VRMMO . The new ‘Soran’ though possesses both the body’s previous occupant’s memories and his own. Using his experience as a Legendary Rogue who had reached the apex known as the Realm of Legends, he will now have to survive in this world which had once been a game to him.

Soran will have to grow stronger while avoiding the upcoming dangers and protect his younger sister, Vivian, from the chaotic times which will soon devastate the world. He shall eliminate everything and everyone that threatens them, but perhaps Vivian might not need his protection?

When the demons of the Abyss rise and the gods fall, a massacre will take place across the world.

Divinity has fallen, and evil is surging from beneath.

The Time of Troubles has begun.

Albert parked the horse right next to the witch's hut, got off, noticing it was dawn, and went inside. "Albert, I was starting to get worried the old man would leave you." Agnes said, as the boy sat down to eat. "Yeah, he left me, but I got a horse, it's just outside." Albert said between mouthfuls. "Don't talk with your mouth full of food, it's inappropriate." The witch said, and peeked through the blinds. Yup, there was most definitely a black furred horse there, but it did not have a saddle and reins.
Agnes turned to the boy, grinning, "Sounds like we got horse for dinner." Albert nearly choked on his food and stood up. "Horses are friends, not food!" The boy said, slamming his hands on the table. Agnes smirked, "I was only joking, little ginger. Why don't you finish eating, and then I can show you something?" She goes outside to interact with the young horse, leaving Albert alone in the hut.
There was silence, except for the sound of cutlery clinking against bowl and slurping. Part of the wall where Albert was sitting next to crashed down on the boy, startling him, the table, chair and food were next to go. Albert yelled out in panic as he attempted to lift the broken wall off him, but couldn't, it was crushing his legs and hips. "Albert! Hang on!" Agnes said, as she let go of the horse and ran up to Albert.
Grabbing the underside of the wall, "Here, push! One, two, three!" The witch helped Albert push, who was finally able to slide out from under, scrambling onto his feet. Agnes groaned, letting go off the wall, causing dust to rise up into the air. She staggered over to the boy, checking his body for wounds. Only his left leg looked a little funny, whatever was wrong with it could be fixed, Agnes could only heal others, but not herself. She casted a healing spell on the boy, who signed from relief, and relaxed his muscles.
The witch apologised, and went outside to assess the damage done to her hut, the first thing Agnes saw was that more than half the wall was done in by the young horse, the windows were shattered, glass was everywhere. The blinds ripped by the wooden rubble. Albert was sitting on the bed, grumpily pondering what in the world happened, poor child hadn't even eaten most of his meal, and was left hungry. She would have to get the old man to fix all the problem and get a meal at the town's tavern.
"So you tried to get on the horse, did you? That fella won't accept anybody other than Albert, Agnes. He doesn't like adults, and I don't know why." The old man said, standing next to the witch. "When did you get here?" The witch asked, mildly. "A few seconds ago, was bored and checked to see who needed their day brightening up." Old man McKenzie explained, grinning. "Albert! Come out here, I need to fix up this wall." The wizard said. Albert did not move, and just stared at the broken wall, into the void. The old man reached out his hand, and started tapping into the air, which in turn, startled the boy, feeling himself getting poked in the neck.
Albert jumped up, ran over the rubble and outside of the hut, only to attempt to angrily tackle the old man, who moved swiftly out of the way. The boy tripped over, but didn't land on his face, the old man ended up grabbed hold of his jacket, holding him steady. "Careful where you run, boy, you'll flatten your face." The wizard said, chuckling, and pulled Albert up, the witch shared none of his amusement. "Albert, please be careful." Agnes said, with a strange look in her eyes, and hugged him. The boy felt strange, not even his parents hugged him, only when he was younger, and more afraid of the dark.
Albert hadn't had much thought of mourning his parents, ever since quite a bit happened during the day, but he would mourn later, for he had a meal that was smashed to pieces to finish, and a witch to hunt. Albert turned to the old man, looking him in the eye with a scowl. "Nothing personal, kid. I'm merely an old man, and I needed rest, you have- had a horse, but it's gone and disappeared somewhere. Agnes?" The old man questioned.
"What? You want me to find the horse and feed Albert?" Agnes asked, looking at the boy. "Yes, I believe I know where it went. Albert, you're good with horses, aren't you?" The wizard asked. "No, but I'm decent at finding tracks." Albert said, and started scanning the ground for hoofprints. "I think I found something here, look at this." The boy said, pointing at muddled ground, a track of hoofprints leading further into the forest, the adults peered at the tracks.
"Albert and I can find the horse while you fix the house, old man." Agnes said, and turned around to walk in the direction of the hoofprints. "Albert, you coming?" The witch questioned. The boy shook his head. "I'm too hungry and tired to do anything, I can't do much without a proper meal." Albert said, and sighed. "Yes, it has been a long day." The old man looked at Agnes and smirked. "Why don't you carry him, Agnes? I'm certain you're strong enough to carry the kid, aren'tcha?"
"Yes, McKenzie, I'm strong enough to kick your ass." Agnes said sternly. The old man blinked, staring, and then coughed. "You only had the advantage when I was tired. Any other time and I was the one who did the ass kicking, young lady." He chuckled, he wasn't sure if she was being serious. Agnes sighed, walked over to Albert and picked him up under his knees and arms.
"I don't want to be picked up, not like this." The boy spoke, flailing about. Agnes grinned and placed Albert on the ground, who stood up. The witch crouched down, knees on the ground, her hands in position, "Hop on, Albert, let's go find this horse of yours." The kid mounted on her hands, and she hefted him up and went off in search of the horse. 
Agnes noticed it was night-time, a full moon appearing in the clear sky, she had to hurry back by midnight or something uncontrollable would happen. Albert wasn't moving very much, she could feel his chest rise and fall slowly, the boy must've dozed off. The witch grimaced at the thought of turning into something else and harming the boy, surely it wouldn't come to that? The wizard knew of her condition but could not cure her or free her of the curse. Albert stirred, and sighed softly, Agnes could hear his breathing.
Agnes and her mother walked into the dark palace, of sin and worship, through a vast hall, and into a large room, full of roped cultists and naked men and women. The girl froze, her gaze affixed on the circular bloody circle with ancient and tribal markings. There in the middle hung an elderly man, and neighbour, Robert. His arms had been sliced open, blood pouring down his hands and dripping onto the ground, the front of his neck slashed. Agnes screamed.
The witch groaned, and her knees almost buckled. How many times has it been since she last had a flashback or nightmare? She tried to supress it, but couldn't, not even the old man could cure her selaphobia. Agnes shivered, causing the boy to stir again. She noticed the set of hoofprints she and Albert had been following for a while led to a large clearing with a small lake.
The horse was trotting around, frolicking in the water. The witch sigh out of relief, and walked over to where the horse was splashing around. Albert shifted about, signifying he was awake. Agnes set the boy down on the ground, allowing him to stretch his legs and arms, the witch whistled at the horse and reached out the hand. The horse ran full on into Agnes and knocked her over, almost stomping the life out of her.
Albert ran up and jumped on the horse, grabbing hold of the hair, and held on for dear life as it buckled about and neighed. "Steady." The boy muttered, the horse galloping at full speed into the lake, its hoofs kicking off in the water. "Come on, turn around!" Albert yelled, pulling the horse's hair to the left in order to steer it, which did nothing.
Vines reached up to the pair, grabbing hold of the horse's legs. The horse started to neigh and kick about in the water, and was pulled down into the lake. Albert screamed and started to swim back to shore, but was also pulled down into the lake, he could see the horse struggling about, bubbles blowing out of its mouth and nostrils, then suddenly exploding into a million particles of light, which dispersed. The boy looked on downwards, seeing a green egg shaped object, with translucent purple leaves.
There was a glow to the egg, which looked to contain a humanoid figure inside, almost as if it were watching Albert. Albert heard noise above and looked to see Agnes swimming towards him, her dagger in hand. She reached out to him, as did he, and grabbed hold. The witch slashed at the vines, causing them to let go of Albert. The both of them swam up out of the water, gasping for air, and finally reached the shore.

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