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Nirvana's Favorite

Nirvana - a paradise for the souls who had died doing good deeds. Elijah had lived a normal life. Though not perfect, he was actually looking forward to at least step into Nirvana. However, that wasn't the case. Numbered among Nirvana's chosen favorites, he was sent back to his Universe with a new identity. Finding himself stuck in a 17 year old boy's body, and occassionally evolving into a fire breathing dragon, Elijah thought things couldn't get worse. But he was wrong. Along with his new life, he met the same girl who made him believe in love-at-first-sight. After years of yearning to get this chance, he was finally living the dream. The catch? He was just seventeen and a nobody. Called to fight against the monsters that were slowly killing the inhabitants of his Universe, Elijah was faced with a dilemma: will he fight to live or will he live to fight? -- "Yes I died. And yes I had wished to have another shot at life. But no, I never wished to be 'the hero' or somewhere in that line. And you know what? We're just getting to the most exciting part." -EXO -- Disclaimer: Kudos to the artist who came up with the cover. Grabbed it from Pinterest.

ParadoxDreamer · Fantasy
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200 Chs

Labyrinth of trials

Desperate for air, I found myself gasping loudly before opening my eyes and found Elise's fiery eyes staring right back at me.

The familiar walls of the labyrinth registered in my vision. Elise's soft hands helped me to sit up. 

"Welcome back," she murmured. 

I stared at my clothes. I was drenched, my hair was dripping wet, and the experience of being rocked back and forth in the middle of deep waters lingered.

I took a moment to gather my wits before attempting to stand. Dirt had clung to my wet clothes and arms.

"Let me help you get dry," Elise offered. We were standing face to face. She stretched her hand without waiting for my reply.

A small amount of heat wave came over me, and in a minute, the clothes I had on became dry, and so did my skin and hair.

I was somehow at a loss for words blinking rapidly, not because of what Elise had done but because of her alone.

She had grown again.