What happens when two worlds collide. A runner and a hi-caste K-sec Lieutenant officer run into each other after faith has been in prison for 2 years.

Andrea Caputo was a girl who worked as a chef at Serra Restaurant, her parents died and left her and her little sister sick sister alone, one day coincidence brings her and Luca Serra the leader of one of the biggest Italian Mafia together, but also the coincidence has once brought her with the FBI agent Owen Jones when she's put between her little sister and prison what is she going to do?

Luca Serra, one of the most feared Mafia Capos, everyone who dared to say no to him ended up dead, but one day he puts his sight on the best chef at his restaurant, Andrea Caputo when he knew about her sister, he took advantage of her, but what will happen when he finds out that she has been arrested.

Owen Jones, one of the best FBI agents, he was an orphan until one day, a loving family who couldn't have kids, adopted him, but they were killed when he was 18 years old and he knew who was responsible for that so he decided to go after them and became an FBI agent, but what will happen when life gets him and Andrea Caputo together.

" There is never a time or place for true love, it happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment."

Chimon Wachirawit is living with his mother who accepted him for what and who he was. Pluem Purim is a straight and bully guy who loves teasing student who is weaker than him.

What will happen if one day a straight bully guy and a clumsy nerd gay met each other unexpectedly?

A lamp that was invented for decades
A love that was found on a magical LAMP

Come on let's join Chimon and Pluem to find the real meaning of Love, Trust, Loyalty and Friendship on their magical love story.

It had been 4 days and prom was a wee away. Kuroo came up with the genius idea of 'helping' Kenma pick a suit. After class was over Kuroo dragged Kenma off to the tailor for a fitting. Truth be told Kenma had planned on wearing a blazer and sweatpants. If only it were that easy he thought as then walked into the tailors. Not too long after their arrival Kenma was  quickly seized by tailors. Measuring and pulling and turning. It lasted a while but they eventually got all the things they needed. Now that the hard part was over they were ready to select the suite pieces they thought would best suit him. After going through a red suit, a blue suit, a brown suit, and a white suit They finally found one that looked right. It was a traditional black suite. One of the tailors quickly added a red tie with gold accent to complement the gold cuff links of the sleeves of the suit jacket, and the small gold detail of the lip on the dress should someone had shoved at him. After looking down at all the things that had been piled on him he eventually walked out of the fitting room. He came out from behind the curtain and saw Kuroo sitting on a sofa, legs crossed with the same laid back expression he always had. He got up to take a closer look at the outfit as Kenma stepped out further into the main room. "Hmm." Kuroo looked indifferent towards the suite. Maybe it was the shoes, or… the tie Kenma thought as his palms got sweaty. 
"W-what do you think?" He tried to ask as noshelantly as possible, as he looked away glancing across the room. After a moment of awkward silence Kuroo finally exhaled and answered his question.
 "I think the black is simplistic and not too flashy , making it more elegant, so it works for you. I like the red, it adds a little bit of color without throwing off the minimalistic dynamic of the set. And I like the subtle gold accents because they bring out your eyes." 
Kenma was taken aback by that, he had no clue that Kuroo really thought about this. It made the situation a little less unbearable. He was embarrassed and had to say something in response.  
"Are you even supposed to be here? Isn't it bad luck or something?" 
Kenma said as he walked out further into the room, making his way over to the mirrors. 
"What are we? Getting married?" Kuroo asked as he walked to his right, meeting Kenma by the mirrors as he nuzzled his chin into kenma's shoulder, and slid his hands around his waist. Kenma blushed at the thought but quickly tried to cover it with hostility.
 "Well if you like it, it'll work." Kenma said, trying to look anywhere but  the mirrors now. "It doesn't matter if I like it, it matters if you like it. Do you like it, Kenma?" He asked as he hugged him a little bit tighter and rested the side of his face on Kenmas neck.
 " Yeah I like it-" Kenma said as he started to blush, trying to pry Kuroo's arms off of his waist. "Will you get off me so I can go change?" He asked, still trying to break away from Kuroo. 
"Change? Already? But I like Kenma in a suit, just 5 more minutes?" He asked, still not letting go. "No you'll see plenty of the actual night of the dance, now let go you clingy chicken!" At this point he was squirming like a cat in a bathtub, it seemed the more he resisted the more Kuroo attached. He finally let go, a look of confusion flushed across his face.
 "Chicken? Well if i'm a chicken then I guess that makes you my ki-" "No!" Kenma said forcefully as he covered Kuroo's mouth. "Do not say that." Kenma ordered as he slowly let go of Kuroo's face, proceeding with caution. 
" FiNe… My gInGeR cAt." "WHAT DID I SAY!" "What? You said I couldn't call you Kitten." "Kuroo!" 
"Alright, alright. Go change and we'll grab lunch." He just glared at Kuroo for a second before retreating to the fitting room to change back into his clothes.

two best friends who have been inseparable their entire lives realize that they are both in love with each other, and have no idea how to tell one another how they truly feel until it finally comes out one day on the walk to school...

Benjamin was doing it, he was exploring some of the world he wished to visit before in his life. He was heading to Russia as a tour. He was so very excited about his trip to Russia. Benjamin Fenderson ate a lot of food lower than his own, such as peanuts and other things. He'd rather be eating his nicely salted anchovies, but they did okay for the plane trip.

A short while later, and Ben was the most bored you probably could be as a normal human.

Finally, Benjamin made it to Russia. He got everything checked out and finished. Russia was a great sight to Ben, he wished he had lived there all his life and enjoyed their food and their culture. Of course, since Benjamin was born in Australia, he loved it there much more, but this was now and he was in Russia and enjoying it. Ben went to rent a room in a hotel to stay with a portion of his money he had received from the people back in Sri Lanka. Ben rested on his bed after checking it for the bed bugs. His body relaxed as he fell into his own dreams and desires.

Benjamin awoke in a weird spot, everything was different and opposite colors of themselves. The dirt was dark blue. The sky was a light brown. And in front of him was himself. He blinked and opened his eyes to a funhouse. Mirrors surrounding him, but in the mirrors was not him, it was Himalayan Hamson. He warned him of a visit of a cook so great, his food brought destruction and chaos. His name was Hubert Waterson. A young fourteen-year-old Indian boy.

Benjamin scoffed and said, "I don't think a boy could bring destruction of the world." Himalayan Hamson assured him that he would and withered away.

Ben awoke in a bit of a sweat. The sight of a fellow anchovy cook withering and decaying was not a pleasant sight. Benjamin went out to eat some dishes such as beef stroganoff.

A stranger asked him what was wrong. Benjamin explained what had happened and the destruction that was soon to come to the world. The stranger said: "That's okay, the world was bound to end sooner or later. Hey, who knows," He chuckled at his thoughts, "Maybe you'll even save the world or something like that," he laughed some more. The way the stranger said that in his Russian accent made him laugh along with it too.

Benjamin thought it over. He bought a small run-down building in Moscow, decorated and furnished it. It was called "The place of places for food." Benjamin started cooking his own recipes besides his anchovies, such as sirloin steak, shrimp and other things. He felt a strong desire to cook better and save the world from total disaster and chaos.

“This is a true prophecy that came to me from the heavens."

I finished this story two years ago. It is very fascinating, and I would like to call it one of the best light novels in the world!

This story revolves around Benjamin Fenderson, an average homeless anchovy cook on the streets of the US. Follow him and his adventures into becoming the legendary world-renowned 'man who became the dude on the street’s master french style cuisine anchovy perfectionist.'

Ben's story starts small but the former later becomes the greatest anchovy cook in the world! He overcomes many obstacles in his way like Himalayan Hamson, a great cook that many have known, Gabriel Herring, an anchovy professional who knows almost every anchovy recipe in the world, and last but not least, Hubert Waterson, a young Indian boy who was always neglected so he tries to destroy the world!

In Benjamin's adventure, he had seen many things. One of them included even the man on the moon! I would like you, the readers, to please give this story a try, as you may end up thinking that this story is a masterpiece, just like I have.

If someone would please make me a cover photo, that'd be cool.

Cacophonous.
 
That word rung into Faustina's ears as the cyclops unleashed a howl, similar to that of a beast being slaughtered. Its voice had a cacophonous tone, blaring into their ears that had reverberated into the vast corners of the upside-down chamber. Faustina was unable to move at that moment, let alone breathe. All of them were frozen in the spot, but Faustina was able to recover much quicker. She had seen real horrors. This cyclops was nothing compared to those!
 
"Run!"
 
The mages ran in panic upon seeing the cyclops' morning star slowly being lifted once more. The monster had just picked his weapon to the ground and begun hurling it down to the students. It movements were slow, yet the weapon he held was deadly enough. One second they were much slower, and one wrong move, it would have been game over. 
 
"Move, move!" Exclaimed Anakin, pushing whoever comes his way. He ran as fast as he could, eyes only pinned ahead; never looking back to the monster trailing behind. He had his body feeling the cold fear, and he couldn't even stop running even if he wanted to. It wasn't his fault that he was THIS scared. The monster was simply terrifying. And he did not sign up for this, anyway! He was supposed to be doing some head on a desk kind of exam, but here he was. Running in a god-forsaken chamber!
 
The pointed metal ends of the morning star grazed upon the concrete, letting out an ear-splitting noise. The morning star was an old club-like weapon that had a shaft with an attached ball adorned with one or more spikes. It clearly intimidated everyone else, considering they were all sheltered nobles that didn't have any battle experience. And like any other sane person, Anakin wanted to run more - somewhere further away from the monster. 

Anakin's thoughts were set into something: He had to escape the cyclops.

And yet he was stopped short by . . . himself?
 
Anakin sees himself running towards him, like that of running to a twin—and with a thud, Anakin Disfiegro had bumped into a cold surface. 
 
Glass.
 
Anakin slowly turned back. It was a while before he had looked ahead. And then, like that of a child meeting his fears, Anakin Disfiegro sees that he had led himself to a mirrored chamber. There was no one else behind him but himself—in different angles, different parts of his body, all broken down into pictures.
 
Anakin tasted the bitter pang of copper inside his mouth. He had bit his lips too hard that it bled. Terror washed over him; emotions that were regarded as unpleasant began flooding the entirety of his system. Anakin slowly took several steps backward, his sweaty palm reaching to touch the mirror behind him. But then—as strange as it may have been—the mirror disappeared—no, not just the mirror. The entire chamber he had entered vanished entirely, and then as the space disappeared into obscurity, Anakin began to fall. 
 
When Anakin reopened his eyes he was running again. The cacophony of the morning star had taken him back to reality. Was he hallucinating? Anakin continued to run despite the calls of the people around him. To Anakin, they were white noise. Why should he look back? He was too scared to even look back! He had seen a chamber filled with mirrors, he was certain of it. Yet he was running now, trying to make his escape. He couldn't look back. He was too afraid to have the scenery change again.
 
THUD.

". . . Heh. So this is what you call examinees?" Says a familiar voice, which then followed another sonorous thump into the concrete. Before Anakin, was a dead cyclops lying unto the floor, its face roasted into a spit. Ashes fell into the sides as its burnt face smeared a dark mark over the floors.
 
Anakin glances to the woman with a fiery red hair, cocking a brow as she steps into the cyclops' head, and then blows the nonexistent steam off her staff. She smirked at Anakin, looking down at him with shrill ridicule.
 
"This is just the first level," she mockingly exclaimed. "But you're all freaking out like babies."
 
**
 
Faustina panted as her eyes fell into the fallen cyclops. A girl's heel was now on its burnt head, her arms crossed as she held her chin eye. Her emerald-green eyes looked down on them as her fiery, wavy hair swayed along with the breeze. Soon she left the cyclops and then headed to Anakin. She passed by Faustina and gave her a look, but then after that, she completely ignored her existence.

The girl propelled an arm forward, extending her hand towards the fallen Anakin. He reluctantly accepts, but both of them returned each other with a smile afterward. It wasn't any kind of smile that had marked veracity or genuineness. It was the rehearsed smile of a noble. 
 
"Thank you for your help, Ms. Fortu—"
 
"Hold it right there," says the woman. "Just call me Claire. I hate being called by my last name."
 
"A-ah, yes, Claire," says Anakin. "Looks like you're going to be in the first Ianua!"
 
Although Anakin praised her, his face looked strained.
 
He was forcing himself.
 
"A-anyway. Looks like the monster's been defeated. Maybe we're going to move forward to the second level now?"
 
"Isn't that a bit too far-fetched? I mean, a single spell took it down. I don't think they'll let us off as easy as that."
 
"Yeah, I think so too. Considering this is called 'The Mirror of Truth,' maybe we have to solve some kind of riddle or something that connects to that title."
 
"Right. I think it may be also a reflection about something. Could be some illusory monsters of some sort."
 
"Right. So maybe it would be safe to not stall and just move forward?"
 
Anakin wasn't able to keep up. They were now being intelligible in every passage. Just how could this be, considering that they were just silent before? Anakin felt left out. The same feeling he had when he was on the Disfiegro Household. The sense of not belonging. He felt like he ought to speak up and join their theories. But he wasn't having any idea of his own. 'The Mirror of Truth'? To hell with that.
 
**
 
Faustina watched Anakin being—as peculiarly bizarre as it may seem—silent. He had sealed his mouth shut after the nobles decided to explore more of the chambers, focusing on where mirrors could be found. The chambers were dark, yet the floating mirrors reflected what seemed like light to the surface. 
 
The place was still upside-down, and the more they get deeper into it, the more they see how the whole enchilada seemed to be warped. The entire vicinity was void of anything threatening, other than the disturbing aura it emanated. 
 
Soon they had reached a certain door, similar to that of the entrance. 
 
"The Mirror of Lies." One of the students read, "well . . . what now?"
 
"It was completely out of the theory spectrum,"—a pause—"but we'll be venturing nonetheless."
 
The doors opened into a room chockfull of mirrors. Each corner was covered with irregular-shaped mirrors that displayed each and every face of the students. Faustina felt apprehensive as they all entered the room. It was strangely familiar, and it held a foreboding atmosphere Faustina couldn't quite explain. 
 
"Who is it that came to know the lies?"
 
"D-did you guys hear that?"

"Y-yeah,"
 
"Who's that?"
 
Faustina and the students heard the same voice. A voice belonging to an elderly woman, with the accent of a gypsy. It was ringing in every side of the chambers, making it hard to find the source once and for all.
 
"You? You? Or you? Or . . . you?"
 
Faustina stopped by one mirror holding her reflection.
 
Her eyes widened as she sees her face—no, her whole appearance. 
 
Her black hair, and her same tattered clothes the night her master died.
 
Faustina began to back away from her image, but it started to walk closer towards her. Faustina knew this should be some kind of trick. Something that would make her believe an event that isn't really occurring. Faustina knew to herself that the chambers were named like that for a reason. It was named 'The Mirror of Lies.' And they were within 'The Mirror of Truth' for another purpose as well. Faustina wasn't an idiot. She knows.

Right?
 
But why? Why can't she take her eyes off the mirror? Why can't she take her eyes off the artifice being created by the dungeon? She should do it now. It wouldn't help her to stall right now! But when Faustina tried to avert her gaze from the mirror, she found something that had horrified her more.
 
Faustina notices her grey hair and appearance gradually changing, slowly resembling that of the one in the mirror. Her grey hair now began to turn black as night, as her uniform slowly vanished and transpose into her usual clothes back when she was at the cabin. 

Faustina's lips trembled. This must be a trick. An illusion. 
 
Faustina kept on convincing herself that this wasn't real—that she wasn't found out. That the magic Sheila had cast upon her did not vanish. Faustina kept to her mind that it was a clairvoyant who had her identity concealed. She shouldn't be found out easily, right?
 
"Ah yes, you." Says the gypsy, stopping Faustina to her tracks as she met her chocolate-colored eyes in the mirror.
 
"You are the liar amongst the pure."

COMPLETED.

(WARNING: R18 on chapter 200+ onwards. This is a SLOW BURN ROMANCE. Read at your own risk.)

**

On a secluded mountain situated upon a kingdom known as Feuersturm, resides a seemingly trifling cabin with an unlikely duo as its inhabitant—a witch, and her apprentice who presumably comes from a clan sought after by slave traders. 

Faustina is a sixteen-year-old girl who fled the slave market with the help of a sickly witch named Eula, who later on trained her as an apprentice for the span of seven years. 

Plagued with a mysterious disease for several years, Eula died despite the efforts Faustina had exerted to cure her; in her last breath, she left an odd request behind. 

"Sustain the king's life. This is your duty. Do not adhere to the prophecy."

To which the odd plea shadowed a bizarre series of events, a consequential sentence; similar to that of a premonition. The same night the phrase was muttered, the chain of events followed:

A warlock's intrusion to their home, with a peculiar yearning to resurrect Eula from the dead...

and the king himself, asking for Faustina’s aid.

Valarie's POV
Waking up was never one of my liking. It took so much energy to just open your eyes and sit straight. But I had to. So rubbing my eyes, I wore my slippers and went to freshen up. I cleared the mirror which was covered with fog, from my sleeve. My short hair were in a mess, my eyes puffy from the sleep. I groaned and stripped from the comfy pajamas and t-shirt to take a hot steaming bath. Once i got dressed, I climbed down the stairs. Mum was in the kitchen, her back turned towards me. I hugged her from behind and said "Morning mum". She replied with a huge smile "good morning honey. Now have your breakfast and get going with your studies." I cussed internally and said "Mum! You know I hate morning studies, please!" But the look in her eye told me that she wasn't buying my plea. I finished my breakfast and went upstairs to "study". After 2 hours, it was now time for my guitar class. I changed and got ready with my belongings. On the way to my guitar class, I passed Addie's house. Addie is my bestie. We are always together. Eating, playing, laughing, walking, studying. You name it and we do it. We've known each other since 5th grade. Our thoughts and actions match so much. The understanding between the both of us is amazing and (spoiler* we've never fought. Like real fighting) we are totally honest with each other. She's a very social person. She likes to donate and she's a total animal lover. I mean she even like lizards. Eww. (Don't tell her that I find this fact disgusting lol.) Once I reached my class, I climbed the stairs and entered the room. Sir was not there, but a very attractive boy with a guitar was seated in the middle of the room, which was all covered with mirrors. His hair was all messy and dark. Tall and muscular. Never taking his eyes off his guitar and not even sure if I was standing there, open mouthed, checking him out. I didn't even saw Sir coming in the room, as my gaze was fixed on the hot mystery guy. Abruptly, I took the seat directly in front him. "This is Shrey Cohen, our talented boy" said Sir. Shrey Cohen.. hmmm sexy name. And it did match perfectly with his badass personality. He just looked up at Sir and smirked. and oh god! That dimple was FanFuckingTastic. While still gawking at him, I simply nodded. That was the best 1 hour of my life. I just couldn't concentrate on anything Sir was teaching, as I was so engrossed in seeing his forearm muscle flex while he played the chords as a pro. It was now time to leave, but surprisingly, I didn't want the class to end today. Shrey got up from his seat and said "Bye Sir, see ya tomorrow". That accent! waoh! Deep British accent. His eyes were not green, blue or any extraordinary color, but was dark black. He was looking so edible in his simple red t-shirt with black jeans and black Nike boots. He started to go out of the room, but turned around, winked at me, and left. I was litreally in a puddle on the floor with just a wink! I packed my shit and practically raced down the stairs to tell everything to Addie. After hearing every single detail about Shrey, Addie said "That's amazing Voods! Now saint Valarie also have a crush!" "I don't have a crush on him" I said blushing. "oh really?So why are you blushing like a fool?" I smirked and said "Fuck off bro" "Gladly my master" she replied with a smirk.


Addison's POV
After hearing everything about the mystery guy from Voods, I was eager to tell her about the sex god whom I saw at school. "Well today while I was having lunch with my friends in the ground, I saw a tall, muscular and hella handsome guy" I told her excitedly. She smirked and said " Carry on. I'm all ears now" I continued " He was not laughing like others, but just listening to them intensely. He then sat down on the building stairs with his friends. And you know what?!" she shrugged and said "what?" I told her delightedly "He had a black piercing in his left ear and a black thread in his right wrist" Her eyes were like saucers when she said " oh woah sis.. two sexy guys in just one day" "yeah.. and you know I have a weak spot for messy hair and piercing guys, and he has fucking both!" I said. This information was enough for my imagination to run wild.

What happens when two best friends become the best enemies? here's the story of Addison and Valarie who are like soul mates, but what happens when Shrey walks into their lives and then *boom* everything is upside down. 
(contains mature contents, foul language)

Lia didn't answer him. 

"Why can't you just be mine?" Echoed in her mind.

She knew she was damaged in all the ways that made her unfit to be his companion. After all, they'd known each other since secondary school. Based on her observation of 15 years, she knew his expectations of the future. He wanted things she couldn't give him. Not in this lifetime or the next.

Nick was buttoning up his pants when he glanced at the clock.

"Room service?" He grinned and padded  barefoot to retrieve his phone. It must've slipped out of his pocket when undressing. 

"Sure." She said putting the slightly disheveled robe back on.

He called down to the front desk. His French was beautiful even with his underlying southern accent. 

"Now," he said once he hung up the phone, "tell me what business you had in Paris."

"I was interviewing for a teaching position at an international school." The lie rolled off her tongue like warm butter. Her dad used to say that and the dream fluttered, fractured through her mind. What has she been dreaming? She knew it'd been the first one in years that wasn't of the cabin or the house with no mirrors.

"Would you really move to Paris? I thought you had it good at your current school." He continued getting dressed, glancing at her as he spoke.

"My therapist recommended it. I thought it might be a nice change of pace. Benefits and pay are way better than America." She said in a flat tone.

Nick knew about my therapist. He knew she was broken. What he didn't know, and she couldn't bring myself to tell him, was that she was a Merc. 

His dad was a Merc. One of the first line of government issued assassins. This was back before privacy laws and the mercenary application. It felt more like a spy from an old movie than the legitimate profession it is now. In a nutshell, their family information was leaked. His mom and brother were caught in the crossfire. Nick was raised by the shell of his father.

Lia walked over to her bag and pulled out the champagne. While she was lost in thought, she vaguely heard Nick mention winning his soccer game against France that morning.

"Congratulations," She smiled at him, "let's celebrate!"

They were halfway through the mini fridge liquor when a knock came at the door.

"Finally room service!" Nick got up from the bed and marched to the door. The sway of his hips told her he was feeling the alcohol. It was safe to assume they'd have another go at it after dinner.

She placed her empty glass on the bedside table when she heard, "The fuck -"

The government has sanctioned a new profession. Mercenary. Our lead character keeps herself busy. Besides her killing contracts, she teaches elementary school, volunteers at shelters, and has an element of romance in her life. If you can call it a romance. (WARNING: Themes that may disturb readers! Read with caution!)

Original Cover Artwork by Allison Smith
Insta: @alcasm

[FLASHBACK ]
A COUPLE OF MONTHS BEFORE THE COMMENCEMENT OF THE DEFENCE EXAMS.
TIME : 6:00PM
LOCATION : CELESTE MANOR.
Killian is seen kneeling before two individuals; one male and the other female. Both are dressed in rather expensive night dresses and were seated on a rather lush couch.
The room in which they were in seems to be quite exquisite with beautiful designs atop the chairs, walls and floors. The room was lit by candle holsters placed at specific points in the room to give it a certain feel while also giving the room appropriate lighting.
A butler stood just beside were the richly dressed individuals sat with a bottle in hand, he poured out some wine for the couple and they both took a sip from their respective wine glasses before they finally spoke.
******************
"Killian rise."
The male individual spoke, gesturing with his hand with Killian obliging.
"You called for me, Mr and Mrs Celeste." 
Killian remarked with his head down.
"Indeed we did, Killian."
Mrs. Celeste replied with a rather nosy accent.
"How is my daughter faring with her training??"
Mr. Celeste asks.
"She is doing well this far, sir. She is a bright student. I'm happy that you chose me to teach her how to fight."
Killian remarks calmly.
"That's good. It seems I was right to place her under your tutelage. Don't you think so Millian."
Mr. Celeste remarks turning his attention to his butler who in turn made a slight bow as he heard his name.
"I am glad that my family reserves the honor to be of service to the Celeste family. I am proud of my son for his works thus far."
Millian responds.
"indeed you should be. It is a privilege that you serve us."
Mrs. Celeste remarks with a rather nosy demeanor.
"Ahem… how long before she is ready for the exams??"
Mr. Celeste questions.
"To be honest, her training will continue till the time for the exams are near. We cannot be certain that she won't meet powerful foes during the exams."
Killian responds.
"if that is the case then so be it. Mira is my beloved daughter and I would never want her to get hurt in any way. But then she has expressed her utmost desire to become part of the D.O.D and I am a father that always fulfills the wishes of his children. This brings me some dilemma as I realize that she might get hurt during the exams but still I cannot stop her from going."
Mr. Celeste remarks as his stately demeanor turns to a rather solemn affair.
"May I say something, Mr. Celeste." 
Killian asks putting his head up.
"Go ahead."
"I do not think you need to worry about Mira's safety on the slightest. Mira is a strong girl and when she puts her mind to something she makes sure to finish so I believe that she would come back successful in the exams. If that doesn't make you feel any better then I give you my word that I will protect Mira with my life and no harm shall befall her."
Killian asserts with determination resounding in his voice.
"Hmm. You sound like you know what you are saying. You have been a part of this family ever since your father brought you here to work. I see you as a child of my own and so I am willing to trust you with the safety of my daughter. If anything, even if she does not pass the exams, I want you to make sure that she comes back home without a scratch, for my sake."
Mr. Celeste says.
"I give you my word."
Killian says.
"Well then I entrust my daughter into your care. Take care of Mira for my sake."
Mr. Celeste says with Killian obliging as he stood up to leave. 
[FLASHBACK ENDS ]
******************************
"Now I realize that it's not just your father, Mira. Even I don't want any harm to befall you. So no matter what, heed my words and fight like your life depended on it. Beat that guy to a pulp" 
Killian mutters under his breath. 
******************
Pan throws a punch to catch Mira off her feet but is unsuccessful as Mira goes low and attacks his side with a blow of her own.
"You really are good at close combat, ma'am. How about we get real with things."
Pan remarks with a smirk as he drops an elbow on Mira's back, dropping her down in one strike.
Mira cries out in pain as she hits the ground with a thud.
Pan leaps back and puts his hands into his back pack and takes out what seems to dust with a dark brown coloration after which he clamps his palms together.
Mira gets up and looks at him with annoyance.
"Why so angry??"
Pan remarks with a tease as he releases his palms.
"I'm gonna make you pay for that…"
Mira trails off as she slams her palm into the ground.
"Mirāato : Hansha Bimū ( Mirror art : Reflection beam)."
Mira speaks out as a wall of mirrors form behind her and begin to glow a bright yellow.
"Tch. You think you are the only one with tricks. You kid yourself."
Pan retorts with a smirk.
"Just shut up and lose already."
Mira yells as a bright yellow beam shoots out of the mirror wall with speeds breaking through the sound barrier.
Pan forms two black circular molds in his palms and heaves them towards the beam. A massive explosion occurs as the molds make impact with the beam causing a large dust cloud to erupt.
"Ah!!!!"
Mira yells out as the shock wave from the explosion hits her with a bang, causing her to be thrown back a bit.
Mira manages to stable herself before finally getting to her feet. The dust cloud clears and Pan is seen standing a couple of meters from Mira with a grin across his face.
"What did you think about that show of pure art just now."
Pan remarks with confusion creeping into Mira as she stared blankly at him.
 "What in the world are you talking about??"
Mira retorts.
"Oh come on. That explosion just now was totally beautiful. A pure work of art right there."
Pan replies gesturing with his hands to drive home his point.
"Huh."
Mira gets even more confused as she listened to Pan speak.
"Oh never mind. Only geniuses are able to behold such beauty and call it art." 
Pan remarks as he begins to walk towards Mira.
"Tch, I don't even know why I'm listening to you blabber like a crazy person."
Mira remarks as she readies herself.
Pan weighs his options for a moment before grinning wildly after which he charges forward, moving forward without a care in the world.
Mira doesn't stand on ceremony as she rushes forward as well. She comes within a few meters of Pan but something struck her as odd the moment she sighted his fist covered in dark brown dust causing her to use the one of the mirrors behind her as a shield, dragging it forward to block Pan's fist.
Pan connects with mirror and the mirror explodes on impact, shattering into a million pieces with the shock wave blasting Mira back with immense force causing her to yell.
"Nice instinct. I actually thought you'd try to go at me blow for blow but I guess you're smarter than I thought. I'll he fun blowing your mirrors to pieces."
Pan remarks with a chuckle. Mira attempts to stand to her feet but finds herself unable to keep her balance as she struggles slightly.
"This is not what I was expecting…."
Mira mutters under her breath as she looks up at Pan revealing a bloodied face.
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[FLASHBACK]
A COUPLE OF MONTHS BEFORE THE COMMENCEMENT OF THE DEFENSE EXAMS. 
TIME : 3:00PM
LOCATION : MARTIAL GROUND, CELESTE MANOR.
"Come at me again." 
Killian orders in a firm voice standing a couple of meters away from Mira who seems to have received quite a beating as she had her hands on her knees and was breathing heavily.
"Can we take a break now. I am exhausted."
Mira replies in a tired voice.
"Mira, you were the one that decided to take part in the Defense exams after Agent Mae approached you. We cannot slack off on your training even for a minute else you end up going there and making a fool out of yourself."
Killian remarks with Mira rolling her eyes.
"Oh come on. Most of the participants are just going to be regular paupers. I don't think I have anything to fear from a bunch of nobodies."
Mira retorts with an air of pride.
Killian squints at her words and immediately charges for her without warning, Mira is taken by surprise as she tries to put up a block but is unsuccessful as Killian grabs her arm and trips her, causing her to land painfully on the ground with her butt.
"Ow. What was that for??... You didn't even give me a heads up or something." 
Mira remarks with a pained expression on her face as she rubbed her butt to numb the pain she felt. 


A twist of fate or more like an unexpected turn of events send four individuals on a journey across the realms of Ra'as, a world of superpowers and extraordinary individuals. 

An adventure that will put them against powerful foes and will enable them uncover the secrets behind the real origins of their world is about to begin.

Unknown to our protagonists though is the fact that the threat of war looms over the Planet Ra'as with several factions getting into a struggle for the possession of the omnipotent device known as the Spirit orbs.

An epic tale of love and loss, pain and suffering, despair and revenge awaits all those willing to embark on this adventure with our protagonists.


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