granblue beatrix

The sound of guns... The darkness... The smoke... Then, oblivion. Everyday, I am haunted by my nightmares. Everytime the thunder roll and lightning strikes, I shivered. Looking outside my window, I am writing my daily journal and poetry today... To release all the pains and tensions from my past. And I wrote.. December 18, 1980 Myshkin, Russia My beloved, Have you ever ask yourself... What's your life purpose? If.. Are you doing the right thing? Are you on the verge of confusion, loneliness, unhappiness and being stagnant? Day dreaming into your own world? Too much questions filled in your heart and mind. Too much of everything that you don't want. Too much! To clear out my confusion and to have more clarity about myself, I dig deeper inside me. Reminiscing my childhood moments and cherish them. Facing the darkest and painful moments of my memories. Those memories of repeating horror, memories of loss, memories of death. Yes, I did face it all. I cried hard. After decades of those patterned memories... This is the first time that I realized.. How I treated myself so badly. And I really wanted to give back to myself. By appreciating my past. Appreciate yourself more... Love yourself more... And you will discover more... I have discovered each words, all feelings, expression, harmony just fits well to take steps in writing this poem for my past. ***A LETTER FOR MY PAST SELF*** My dearest self in the past... I have been visiting you lately in a vast... You are carefree, immature and FEARLESS, You go out more, loving the sun and grasses, Full of sweat and sun-kissed from above. Joyous days, feet touching stones and green Oh How glorious those days have been Flowing like water in every storms within And wind touches, caressing my skin Telling me, It's ok dear, everything has it's purpose". A path full of journey and a dead rose All those rise and fall, I am with you... All those tears and laughter, I am with you.. I am always with you til the end of time

The sound of guns... The darkness... The smoke... Then, oblivion. Everyday, I am haunted by my nightmares. Everytime the thunder roll and lightning strikes, I shivered. Looking outside my window, I am writing my daily journal and poetry today... To release all the pains and tensions from my past. And I wrote.. December 18, 1980 Myshkin, Russia My beloved, Have you ever ask yourself... What's your life purpose? If.. Are you doing the right thing? Are you on the verge of confusion, loneliness, unhappiness and being stagnant? Day dreaming into your own world? Too much questions filled in your heart and mind. Too much of everything that you don't want. Too much! To clear out my confusion and to have more clarity about myself, I dig deeper inside me. Reminiscing my childhood moments and cherish them. Facing the darkest and painful moments of my memories. Those memories of repeating horror, memories of loss, memories of death. Yes, I did face it all. I cried hard. After decades of those patterned memories... This is the first time that I realized.. How I treated myself so badly. And I really wanted to give back to myself. By appreciating my past. Appreciate yourself more... Love yourself more... And you will discover more... I have discovered each words, all feelings, expression, harmony just fits well to take steps in writing this poem for my past. ***A LETTER FOR MY PAST SELF*** My dearest self in the past... I have been visiting you lately in a vast... You are carefree, immature and FEARLESS, You go out more, loving the sun and grasses, Full of sweat and sun-kissed from above. Joyous days, feet touching stones and green Oh How glorious those days have been Flowing like water in every storms within And wind touches, caressing my skin Telling me, It's ok dear, everything has it's purpose". A path full of journey and a dead rose All those rise and fall, I am with you... All those tears and laughter, I am with you... I am always with you til the end of time. You have no choice, we are both destined. Oh loving sun and dreamy moon, Grace us the light in our path divine, My past self, I thank you! For the wonderful memories... In my troubled present, found peace in you. Beatrix ********************************************** As I closed my journal... I just hear my Nana's footsteps and call out. "My princess, it's dinner time. Don't forget your coat, it's a bit freezing today!." "Yes, coming Nana!." I checked myself in the mirror for the last time, before sharing the table with Nana. The beauty in the mirror speaks of simplicity and elegance. I'm tall at my age of 15, around 183cm, with soft silver wavy hair and emerald green eyes. I'm looking at the reflection of my mother. And before my tears fall. "Beatrix?" A hint of annoyance in Nanas voice. "Yes, sorry Nana." Then, we silently eat our beetroot soup. In the same month, in different year. Our mother gather all of us, her children, near the fireplace hearth, made of granite and marble stone. My eldest brother Maxim played the piano while my older sister Annika played the flute. While me and my mom, cheerfully singing. Then, our beloved father Dimitri, joined us in our joyfulness. Amidst our liveliness, the commotion outside the House of Oblonsky raised our fears. People shouting with torches and guns. My father Dimitri was stunned. I'm crying in horror. I hugged my father...for the last time. When.... My small voice... bellowed "NO!!!!" "Mama, Papa..." "Maxim, Annika..." 

A pessimistic teenage basketcase faints and icks at the sight of romance. She never fell in love; love fell on her. Injured and lovesick, her perspective on love shifts. After a journey of laughter, she needs to part ways. Tragedy collapses on her as she realizes that she is no longer loved. In despair, her manic tendencies cause chaos as her shattered soul longs for revenge.

First love is a special thing for every human being. Because, at this stage, they feel a sense of uncertainty that makes them happy and sad together. Feelings towards the opposite sex can change your mood in yourself. Sometimes it's encouraging, sometimes it's the other way around. The same is true for a girl named Davira Atmaja who is usually called Rara. She loved his childhood friend in her early teens. That feeling grew over time even though they had not seen each other for a long time. Through a diary, Rara pours out all her heart there. The scratch of the pen on the white paper can keep the deepest secrets of his heart. One day, at the end of junior high school, she met a young upperclassman. The young man's name is Kevin. Every day, he always interferes and invites Rara to argue. The cold man secretly has feelings for Rara. However, because he couldn't express it, he chose to annoy Rara every time he met to get Rara's attention. Until one day Benedict – Benedict-Rara's first love came to school to become a freelance teacher there with three of her college friends. The love triangle conflict between Rara, Benedict, and Kevin cause various problems. On the other hand, Rara's family, which is fairly harmonious, suddenly becomes tense because of the feud between her mother and uncle. The family relationship became more heated when the grandfather died.

In 2030 the world is on the verge of doomsday, a giant meteor without anyone knowing suddenly hit the moon and shattered into pieces along with the moon shards falling all over the world. Earth without a perfect moon, the world will experience the tides will fall, the nights will be darker, the seasons will change, and the length of our days will change. The horror did not end there, the pieces of meteor rock and moon fragments that fell to earth turned out to be a dimensional door that connected the earth with the unseen world. Terrible monsters began to emerge from the dimensional gates and made humanity suffer even more. 500 years have passed, mankind has made it through that suffering and the earth has gone wild with an unfamiliar scent pervading it. And humans are slowly getting used to this change and all human beings get the blessing that is mana in them. The world has been divided since then, some groups of people establishing territories and establishing governments, while some territories are ruled by a clan, and some made kingdoms. In a large kingdom in mainland Southeast Asia, a baby is born from the descendants of the ruler. But at birth, the baby had a birth defect which resulted in his brain not functioning over time. The former Emperor, the great-grandfather of the baby, was furious and refused to acknowledge his descendants, so he ordered to get rid of the poor baby. This is the story of a poor baby's life struggle to find his identity to become a powerful person and change the world for the better.

Grath a creature that is alive but not living. Death is unatainable.

the story of Ogram the murderous wizard

Love story of a girl and a boy . different characters , with different family background .Love at first sight from each of them but took years to confess. After their graduation they meet again ,boy became the CEO of the leading company of the country and girl came back from overseas and unknowingly start working in his company only and the love story begins

I was bullied at school, quite heavily at that. I was hated by everyone, it was miserable. Even my own sister and my childhood friend hated me. I really had nothing to live for. That was when I died, in my last heroic act of saving my sister from a car crash, I myself died. But unexpectedly I was reincarnated into a character from the game I was playing at that time! The failure of the Xander family, Mordred Xander! But even if I was a failure, I could start a new life in this world! But when the otherworldly heroes were summoned to aid in the defeat of the demon king, my old classmates were summoned! How will I build my new life now?!

This story main character is person who get dragged by his inner evil that it will incarnate as a curse sharing his body and make the main character go through evil actions.