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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 · Fantasía
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The school nurse sent me home. When she mentioned home, it confused me where I should go. I'm not one hundred percent back to myself. To add, I was so confused whether I was Elijah or if I was Exo. 

Winter kept calling me Elijah, but I hadn't seen my reflection, so there was no telling what I looked like. 

Am I the seventeen-year-old Exo or am I Elijah in this illusionary world?

I blew out a sigh as Winter, and I walked out of the campus. I still have no clue where to head next. But I will follow the same path I had taken to come home to Exo's place. 

After all, it was the only place I knew. My home as Elijah was back in Kashjai.

Winter grabbed my arm, forcing me to look at her. Somehow, this scene felt familiar. 

I turned to her, my emotions swirling in uncertainty. 

"You look like you need a distraction. Is everything alright back home?"

'Home.'

There it was again. Someone spoke of it again.