I wonder how many will read this. It is but the words written by a madman lacking sleep. Written only in the middle of the night for extra crazy.

Will this book be read I know not. But I can assure you I am probably mad.


I also wonder how people find this. By accident? Definitely not on purpose. Do they read it and laugh, do they read and say this person is an idiot? I wonder.

I wonder how many will read this. It is but the words written by a madman lacking sleep. Written only in the middle of the night for extra crazy.

Will this book be read I know not. But I can assure you I am probably mad.


I also wonder how people find this. By accident? Definitely not on purpose. Do they read it and laugh, do they read and say this person is an idiot? I wonder.
 
This isn't a story it's just my thoughts written only when I am extremely tired in the middle of the night. Philosophical b.s. in a way. Expect nothing. Because you shall receive nothing.

Join the adventures of Harith in his daily school life!

Noor(9.00am)
"Sally. My book",Noor said.
"Oh here",Sally said handing her book.
"Thank you so much",she said.
"You're welcome",Sally said.

She went through the topic as much as she could. She prayed to god asking him to help her. Her teacher hadn't come to class yet. The pants she wore under her skirt felt slightly uncomfortable.
She adjusted them.

"Don't freak out. You would do well",Ming said. Noor took a deep breath. The door opened and the teacher came in. 

She started the lesson. She didn't even talk about a test the whole lesson. She probably forgot. Noor was overjoyed. No one in the class even reminded the teacher.

Cassandra(10.30am)
Cassandra felt upset. She hadn't run today. She couldn't even walk fast. She had to walk quite slowly. She was not a big fan of the subject that the lesson was on. Accounting. It always seemed like Greek to her. She wasn't interested in it in the least.

She had chosen Accounting as a subject because she didn't have enough subjects.
According to her it was just a lot of tables with names of companies,people and things. She memorized the format of these tables when there was a test or an exam. 

"Don't forget all expenses and assets are debit and all liabilities and revenue are credit",Ms Mary said.

That statement made no sense at all. First she had said anything you borrow or technically have to pay for is a liability. You have to pay for expenses. So how can that be debit! Revenue is what you gain how was that credit. That was how Cassandra understood what Ms Mary said.

She didn't even want to think about it beyond this. She looked at Nillah doing her work and shaking her head for everything Ms Mary said. She wondered how she did that. 'She's probably pretending or she really understands this nonsense'she wondered.

Nillah(12.30pm)
The teacher wasn't here yet. Nillah already had the books for the lesson on the table. Just then someone called her. It was Cassandra. She didn't really like her because she is really rude to many students. She is annoying. Nillah has sat with her during recess quite a lot of times. She talks to Nillah like she talks to her other friends. Nillah is like a friend who is quite close to her. 

"What is it?",Nillah asked.
"Homework please",Cassandra said.
She has asked her for homework a few times before. She gave Cassandra her exercise book. Cassandra took the book.

She kept it on her table. She wasn't the only one copying from it. A few of her friends were also copying it. Nillah hoped they changed at least a few words so that it isn't really obvious that they copied from her.

Betty(1.30pm)
Betty had a free period. Her teacher hadn't come today. There was a substitute instead. This teacher didn't mind them doing anything as long as they didn't do anything stupid. Nobody really noticed Betty much. She didn't mind that at all. Betty juggled a few things. She was good at it. She had some candy wrappers on the table. She attempted to throw them into the dustbin. She missed the first two times. After that all the wrappers went right in to the dustbin. She picked up the wrappers on the floor and threw it into the dustbin.

The teacher left for a bathroom break. John used this opportunity to keep a lizard on Diana's table when she wasn't looking. Diana is very very frightened of lizards. Everyone in class knew this. To John it was a joke apparently.
Betty had been watching him say and do all this. She really wished she had taken the lizard without Diana knowing before Diana saw it. It was too late for that.

Diana screamed and went pale. Everyone looked at her. They talked within themselves. Her friends tried to comfort her. Her face was white. She was breathing heavily. This wasn't funny at all. John just laughed until he saw how white she had become and stopped. Betty felt annoyed,upset and slightly angry. 

That was when she remembered something. John was scared of spiders. She knew this because every time there was a spider, he moved his table and chair as farther away as possible from it. She adjusted her glasses. She had a keychain. A key chain that was a slightly big and fake spider. She took the key chain out and removed the spider from the key chain ring. She kept the spider on his table when he wasn't looking. He sat quite close to her. It was easy for her to do this.

He screamed when he saw it. Then, he stopped when he realized it was fake. Everybody looked at him. They talked within themselves. His friends tried to calm him down. He had no idea who had done it. He went slightly pale. He moved the spider with his hands off the table. Betty picked it up when he wasn't looking. She felt satisfied.

"Where's everyone, aunt Lizzy?" Little Hera asked as soon as Liezel opened the door-lock and they stepped into their small flat of one bedroom, one bathroom, a tiny kitchen, and a small living hall. It was a rented apartment, and they were living there from the past six months. 
"Uncle Tony and Ben went out to fetch your birthday gift, Hera," Liezel answered, setting the shopping bag on the kitchen counter. She bought the ingredients to bake a birthday cake for Hera after they visited the Church. "Where's aunt Jenny and Danny?" Hera questioned her again. Liezel rolled her eyes before smiling sweetly at Hera. 
She turned to face little Hera before she could ask her next question. "You're one bundle of questions, sweet Hera," she cooed, pinching Hera's chubby cheeks. "Aunt Jenny and Danny have a surprise for you, but you've to wait to know what the surprise is going to be," she said, kissing her cheeks and walked out of the small kitchen. 
Liezel picked up the empty coffee cups from the table placed in front of the small couch and scowled when she saw the cigarette butts on the floor. Muttering something to herself, she cleaned the hall and washed the cups. Meanwhile, Hera followed her everywhere, holding the hem of her long skirt. 
"Why don't you bring your sketchbook and colour the pictures while I bake a cake for you?" Liezel suggested, using the towel to dry the utensils. Clapping her hands, Hera jumped in joy before she ran to fetch her art book. She came running back within a minute. "Aunt Lizzy, can I use Danny's colours, please?" Hera requested with a toothy grin. Her aunt smiled at the adorable puppy face she made and nodded a yes.
Hera went back to the bedroom to bring the colour pencils. It was in the top row of the wooden rack, and she couldn't reach it. She dragged a stool nearby and carefully climbing on it she took the colours. She thought of the chocolate that she'd kept in her little fanny pack and took it out, unwrapping the chocolate bar. She ate it and giggled, covering her mouth with her palm as she saw the neat cursive handwriting. 
Searching under her neatly folded clothes on the rack, she took out the first chocolate wrapper he'd given to her. Kissing the new wrapper, she hid it under her clothes along with the old one. 
Hera came back to the hall with her sketchbook and colours. Liezel watched as Hera sat on the floor, bending her head and soon got lost in her world of colours. 
A sad smile made its way onto Liezel's face.
'Danny is going to be upset when he gets to know that I let Hera use his colours.' 
Her only son hated her. He preferred going out with his aunt Jenny rather than staying with his mother. He didn't even spend his holidays with her. He's angry with his parents because they sent him to boarding school. He blamed Hera for everything. He thought they abandoned him for Hera. Little did he know that his parents were always on the run to save their lives. 
They sent him to boarding school to keep him safe. It killed Liezel not to witness her only son growing up. Even Benson hated Hera for this. They wouldn't be able to cherish their son's precious childhood. Because they're busy hiding from the dangerous men hunting them since the day Hera came into their lives. 
Liezel kept herself busy in the kitchen, but the haunting past didn't stop messing with her mind. Adding the eggs and vanilla, she started stirring in the cake flour absent-mindedly. 
Everything was playing on repeat mode in front of her eyes, and the illusion clouded her sense. She saw, how they escaped from that terrifying gunshots, and how they rescued little Hera. When they managed to somehow reach home without being killed, the first thing Benson did was to tear open the envelope, pulling out its contents.
The first thing to slip out of that envelope was a copy of the birth certificate, and they came to know that the baby was six months old. There wasn't any name written to show parents' name. The baby's name was Hera Hunter, and the only other name gracing the birth certificate was, "A. Hunter" the signature of Hera's legal guardian.
The envelope also contained a passport of baby Hera, and it revealed the name of the parents as Alexander Hunter and Felicity Hunter. 
There also was a handwritten letter ending with that same signature. The letter said that the baby's life was in danger, and they should protect and keep it safe from the attacking enemies until he comes to take the baby's custody.
Every word in the letter spoke with so much authority that it's crystal clear the person behind those words was not an ordinary man. Anyone could sense how dangerously powerful the said person was.
Benson and Antony visited the said address the very next day only to find themselves walking straight into the death trap. They witnessed another episode of gunshots.
They couldn't differentiate between Hera's rescuers and enemies. They heard someone's rich, deadly voice, issuing orders to kill everyone who's associated with the baby. And suddenly, they were being shot from every direction. 
At that moment, their only concern was to save themselves from being killed, and so they fled from that unfortunate scene without looking back.
"They came, they're here, aunt Lizzy." 
Hera's excited cry of joy jolted Liezel out of her illusion, bringing her back to the present. She blinked several times, trying to block the unpleasant memories, and looked at the little bundle of excitement. A smile automatically lit up her face. 
'Oh, what an energetic child!' 
"Hurry, aunt Lizzy. I want to see my gift," Hera said, pulling Liezel by her wrist and urged her to move fast. Liezel heard the doorbell ringing again and understood the reason for Hera's impatience. "Hera, calm down, sweety. Let me wash my hands, and I'll check the door okay," she said, and Hera nodded her head, bobbing it up and down.
Liezel's brother Antony walked in along with his wife Jenny, followed by Benson and Danny when she opened the door. 
"Uncle Tony, where's my gift?" Hera ran to him and jumped into his arms, staring at him with her big eyes in great anticipation for her birthday gift. He laughed at her eagerness. "Let me wish you a happy birthday first, little Miss Hera," Antony said, kissing her cheeks. She giggled when he blew raspberries. He made her sit on the kitchen counter and handed her a gift. 
Hera quickly unwrapped her gift and held a book with a purple colour cover, designed in sparkling glitter on either side. The book felt heavy in her small hands, and as she lifted it, a questioning look formed on her face while she examined the cover. "What's this, uncle Tony?" She asked, her little nose scrunched up as she frowned. 
"It's your secret journal. Do you like it?" Antony asked, stroking her cheek. Instead of answering his question, Hera asked another question. "What's a Jo, Jonra, uncle?" She couldn't even pronounce the word correctly. Antony chuckled at the look of confusion on her angelic face. She looked even cuter. 
"It's a journal, Hera." He tried to teach her how to pronounce it correctly but sighed in defeat when she couldn't say it. "Okay, little Hera, you can call it a diary too. You can use it to write about your special days, your secrets, your wish, your dream, etc." Antony explained. 
Hera's eyes filled with awe, and her tiny fingers touched every inch of the book. Surely, everyone could see that she fell in love with the book. She's very fond of shiny things, and purple was her favourite colour, after all.
"Uncle Tony, you said, I can write my secret in this book. Can I stick something in it too?" She asked with hopeful eyes, and he nodded his yes. She jumped from his lap, ran inside, and came running back within seconds only to ask Liezel a question. 
"Can I use the glue, aunt Lizzy?" Hera asked. "Yes, sweety, you can, but be careful. Don't make a mess out of it," she warned, but her eyes filled with visible affection. Hera giggled and disappeared with her diary. Antony followed her into the room and observed her from the door while Hera pasted the chocolate wrappers. 
He went and sat next to her on the floor. "Little Hera, what are you doing, child? Why are you pasting empty chocolate wrappers in your diary?" He asked, and Hera answered with a wide grin. "They're not empty, uncle. There's a message in it for me," she replied and immediately covered the wrappers with her little palms when he peeked to read it. "No, you should not see, it's bad manners, uncle Tony. It's only for me," she said, scowling in disapproval, and Antony chuckled at her reply. 
"Okay, little Hera, can you at least tell me whose message, it is?" Antony asked, sounding curious and a huge smile spread on Hera's lips. Her big bright green eyes widen with joy, and her reply made Antony speechless.
"It's from my boyfriend. Don't tell anyone, uncle Tony, he's going to marry me when I become very tall," she said excitedly.
Antony's eyebrows rose in surprise. "And who is that boyfriend, Hera? Do I know him? What's his name?" He asked, bending to her level. Hera covered her mouth and shook her head in a no. He whispered in her ear, "Your secret is safe with me, Hera. I won't tell anyone, I promise," he assured. 
Hera looked thoughtful for a few seconds and realised she didn't know his name. She forgot to ask him his name this time too. 
'Silly me!'
Hera scolded herself inwardly. 
"You don't know him, uncle. He's, Mr Hunter," she said, and Antony's playful mood disappeared along with his smile. Hera hid her diary under her clothes in the rack after pasting the empty chocolate wrappers in it, oblivious to Antony's tension. 
That name "Mr Hunter" scared him to death. 
Masking his fears, he decided to ignore the ugly past for the time being. He smiled at the angel in front of him. "Its cake cutting time, Hera. Let's join everyone, and aunt Jenny has a surprise for you," he said, standing up, and offered his hand to her. Hera took his hand and dragged him to the living hall. 
Jenny's birthday gift made Hera happy. It was a purple princess gown. Liezel gifted her a teddy bear, and Danny gave her a new set of colour pencils but didn't wish her happy birthday. 
Liezel helped Hera with cake cutting and served everyone dinner. She realised that her husband and son didn't even wish a happy birthday to Hera. Her son refused to talk to anyone and silently picked at his food. He was as stubborn as a mule for an eight-year-old boy. 
Danny ignored Hera all the time, no matter how much she tried to make him talk. Liezel knew he was angry with her. After dinner, he left with Antony and Jenny refusing to stay with his parents. Benson silently offered to tidy the hall and kitchen while Liezel carried sleepy Hera to the bedroom. 
"Happy birthday, Hera," Liezel whispered as she kissed on the forehead of sleeping Hera. "You're so beautiful, Hera. Like an angel," she said, running her palm on the crown of Hera's head affectionately. "I'm sorry for keeping you away from your parents. I'm sorry for hiding the truth of your identity. Please forgive me, child," she confessed softly, holding Hera's little hand in hers. 
"You sound so full of guilt." Her husband's voice startled her. He dropped something on her lap. "I hope these papers will lift some of the burden of guilt from your chest," Benson said. 
Liezel could sense the sarcasm dripping from his every word, but decided to ignore him. She picked up the papers to check. It was fake adoption papers. It would prove that Hera was adopted by them and thus makes them her legal guardians. 
They'd decided to admit Hera in the same boarding school where Danny was studying. 
"I promise you, Hera. As long as I live, I'll never let any harm come to you. Good night, my child." Lizzy kissed Hera, one more time and switched the lights off thinking about tomorrow and hoping for the best.

"Your virginity has always been mine to take," he said while his fingers gripped the neckline of her gown ready to rip it off. Her teary eyes widened in shock at his declaration, and she forgot to breathe. All the colours drained from her face as she froze frightened.

She was meant to be his forever, but his one mistake turned her love into hatred. He was her Prince Charming, but her hatred turned him into a heartless Villain. 

Mistakes and misunderstandings led to heartbreaks.

She doesn't want to be with him anymore, but he doesn't want to let her go, ever. 

A Love-Hate relationship between childhood Sweethearts who turned into archenemies by the time they reached adulthood. 

Read on to know more about their journey into the roller-coaster ride of LOVE. 


PS. The male protagonist comes with a bit of negative shade. My characters are immature reckless teenagers, and they act impulsively. They make mistakes and wrongs, but eventually, they'll learn from their wrongdoings. Don't be too quick to judge them unless and until you read till the end.

The strong sense of aroused battle field magneted a fierce mood from each other's lap. Nevi held his ground when magnitude hit his side.  
"You served me well back at the library. It's my turn to treat you with more than you offered." Huaji declared. 
Nevi pushed back using his bare force and replied.
"I will gladly recieve it."

Kiel summoned Sotai's rod and stamp in on the ground inviting a huge lump of clouds to gather above them. The whole area got enveloped by a invisible boundary. Clutch, Defy and Teng got pushed within the sphere.
"State your reason for attempting to steal one of our books." Kiel commanded. 
"Because we were paid by a man with a black and white wavy locks." Teng shouted. 
The gang eyed Ophir and Clutch was the one who denied it. 
"He is not our costumer. But they have some similarities."
"Tell us the main reason as to why he asked you." Mem added. 
"He just said that it was book that belonged to him but got stolen."
Defy expanded. 
"If that so, then why did you try to practice the same method?"
Lehi inquired. 

"We tried to acquire it by negotiating properly but we ended up being cornered, attacked or even labelled as prominent." Huaji stated. 
"Just what kind of book is that?" Wercy butt in as he cross his legs trying to appeal the men. 
"The book Title was Celicia." Defy professed.
Kiel stamp his rod once more and said
"Will you take us with that costumer of yours?"
"The this is that, we cannot defy the vow we uttered to every customer without fulfilling it." Clutch stated. 

Kiel decided to peacefully settle it by bringing tha gang back with them at the King's throne. Kennan reacted hostile toward them. 
"Your the intruders who destroyed our main library." Kennan pointed. 
"That was because you won't heed us. We tried to inquired but you started attacking and pointing fingers unto us." Teng shot back. 
"They are here to retrieve a book named Celicia." Kiel spoke. 
Cyrus and Resh furrowed their eye brows and said. 
"We don't have that book."
 The two honestly confirmed. 

"That is strange. This is the last era we went through." Clutch muttered. 
Nevi reacted by the man's word and said. 
"Era? You can travel from one era to another?"
"Yes,  we are known as the Time Wrappers." Huaji proudly exclaimed. 
Resh and Cyrus instantly clasped their hands and said.
" We need to discuss things seriously at the moment. The Tale Bearers are dismissed."  Cyrus cut as he led the Time Wrappers unto his chamber. 

Vine scanned the room where Cyrus left him. He stared at Gardenia's faces hanged on the wall. He was captivated by her beauty when Cyprus came in to give him a spare robe. 
"She is our late queen. I killed her that is why she died." Cyprus enlightened. 
Vine heared about his background and was able to connect the dot. 
"Did you regretted killing her?" Vine asked still eyeing the paintings. 
"Yes, but I was forgiven."
Cyprus answered. 
"I bet she engraved a huge part of your personality. You seem to know her more than anyone else." Vine commented. 

Cyprus' had his lenses dilated. His lenses glitters from the affection he used to behold for Gardenia. His gesture made Vine remarked.
"In a lot of ways you resembled Celicia. You must have been through a lot because your very presence highlighted her sleeping legends."
Vine excused himself and put on the robe. 

Kiel was stunned by the situation and visited Urchin who is still under training with Kish. 
"How are you dear son?  I brought you some snack." Kiel greeted. 
Urchin beamed as his chubby cheeks reddened from happiness. 
"Good, we are having fun." 
Kish sensed Vine's entrance withing the hall with other people who perked up his interest. When Kish asked Kiel about the guest. The young prince stated what happened. Kish halted when a deserted motive fell within the border. His vision got engulfed by light. 

The man in Kish's vision approaches and spoke. 
"Young priest,  I am here to fulfill what you saw. The black will get ruddy with white and the white gets wavy with black. Embrace my wrath."
As soon as he finished his word. The calamity started. A blinding light exploded in the area. 

Kiel was able to halt the damage when he combined his cane and Sotai's rod. 
"Ex-Hodus."
The man gigled at how Kiel was able to minimise the damage. 
"Good. I have heared of you but is that the best thing you can do?" The man with wavy black and white hair smirked and put an impact to his intentions that made the clouds disarray. 
" I am here to destroy the era that killed my love. I will find Celicia's book and will open her life to a new revived page. I will write her story. I will alter our fate. I am your black Oasis."

Kiel used his rod to refuge Kish and Urcuin from his attack as a spiral current  ate their area. The light have erased almost all that is within the Kingdom. The blinding heated light took the breath of many.  The El Oathniel Kindom got rebooted to nothing. 
"I have reestablished our scene from the past. I will soon find my love." The man declared as he step on Kiel's unconscious body. 

Cyrus and Resh got alerted when Defy warned them that their subject is here. Cyrus was able to subdue a little amount from thw blinding light the man has released but the damage is still huge. 
Lehi and Ophir was able to shield themselves but they were not able to save their chamber. Ophir's blood halted the atmosphere. Lehi's oil immobilise the impact but it still harmed them. 
Lila transported Sienna, Natalina and the triplets.  Evi resized Ain, Wercy and Hexel. Evi secured her section by transforming their size and using the soil to enrobe them. Vine and Cyprus was unscathed while Nevi was rescued by Mem. 

The El Oathniel Kingdom got overpowered by a single man who marched as he shattered the present era. His roar marks a the zero page of El Oathniel. His feet firmly advances in search of his love.

When prayer takes you to places you never thought exist and leads you to people you never imagine to encounter. Prayer takes you to a supernatural adventure.

You will probably never catch me talking to a stranger. It's not that I can't or won't. It's just I rather enjoy the rhythm of my own thoughts and generally am bothered by others need to insert their presence into my day. I wouldn't call myself a loner. It comes with the job. 
I could go on about the constant moving, lack of social life, and the forever lack of a good nights sleep. However, if I told you the whole story in the first chapter what would be the point of the book? It would also imply I knew the ending of my story. To witch I would inform you that you are correct. Maybe not all the details but let's just say I don't fear death. My eternal life has already been secured endorsing my favorite line, "You can't threaten me with Heaven!" 
The very thought makes me chuckle as I finish my sandwich. I slide the wrappers into my bag and gaze down at the bookstore below me. Rooftops are always my favorite vantage point. The night is cool and I am thankful there is no breeze. Its always awkward being caught off guard by a big gust of wind when you are in a skirt. I brush the crumbs off me although popping the bigger bits of bacon into my mouth. I dream about the chocolate shake I didn't order with my meal when I hear the door to the book store open.
I watch an individual leave the shop carrying a package wrapped in paper.
I stand. Closing my eyes I take a deep breath shutting the nearby world around me out. Listen. Where are you? I slow my breathing searching in the shadows. 
"Mortem", I hear like a dark whistle of the wind. And with that I have my target.

Preachers, priests, bishops - all ordained by Godly men before them to carry out His word. But yet they are men ordained by men. There is another job carried out in the shadows of the church steeples. A spiritual warfare unseen everyday yet accounted for in the greatest history record of all time, the Bible. Satan and demons are real my friends. Until the day Jesus returns there is no one to protect the unbelievers. No one but the ordained. The God Ordained.

Activities in the rundown house had begun really early. Both its residents had woken early to bake so Emma could deliver it early to the shops which had agreed to sell. Since they began, even since the day before Emma kept talking about how unsure she was of her baking skills and how Anne would be disappointed. She kept insisting on an outsiders help. 

"We'll be fine Emma" Anne couldn't count on her fingers how many times she had said those words to Emma. 

As they prepared for their day, setting out baking tools and ingredients. Anne could visibly see Emma was nervous, the poor woman kept shaking and dropping things. Anne on the other hand was anything but nervous. She had no idea what spawned the confidence that she could execute the skill of baking without fail but that was how she felt. Something about engaging in the act didn't feel new. 

When they had initially started baking Emma had taken charge in mixing and what was to be made but moments after Anne took over. By instinct she could tell what went where and what amount of ingredients should be used, she even knew what temperature was best for what pastry, and how each finished look should look. Though according to Emma, she shouldn't possess such instinct, as she had never baked before. Not as a countess and definitely not as a duchess. But after the successful result of her hand, it was undeniable that she could indeed bake. 

She baked things Emma could identify and things Emma couldn't. When Emma had asked the names of those she couldn't identify she had by instinct also replied. Anne didn't know if the unidentified pastries were her own creation or someone else's embedded in her memory. 

Beside her Emma cast glances her way, looking like she was in deep thought. She at first had been stunned, before relaxed as she knew what they had baked were good enough to be sold, before once again displaying her disbelief.  "Did you ever sneak into the kitchen when I wasn't looking?" Emma asked with large eyes staring incredulously at the well done baked goods. 

"How would I know?" Anne wondered if that was really why the baking had come easy to her. 

"You must have." Emma said nodding vigorously before mumbling to herself  "Bram never made these though." 

"Bram?" 

"Oh, he was the Dencourt's baker." 

"Ha! he probably taught me then," Anne said believing that to have been the case. 

However, Emma's nod to her statement was one which had in it doubts. She could almost swear there was never such a time. 

"I'll call this a chocolate souffle," Anne said bringing out the newly baked chocolate pastry. 

"Sounds as beautiful as it looks," Emma said with a vigorous shake of her head. Her words brought a smile to Anne's lips. 

Both Emma and Anne bit into a souffle to taste and both women moaned at the delicious taste. While mixing Emma had doubted the use of unsweetened cocoa powder, but with the result, she wondered why the cocoa powder wasn't a popular baking ingredient in Halewon. 

"I admit your grace, your skills are more superior to mine." 

Although both had laughed, Emma still wondered how it was possible. She was used to the duchess who wasn't good at anything she tried but flower arrangements that the duchess before her felt like a stranger. It also wasn't the first time she had felt like, the duchess who woke up was different from the girl who she had raised. 

When all of the intended pastries were done, the morning sky had welcomed the sun already. With little time to package before Fane's driver arrived Emma put her worrying thoughts aside. 

Since the duchess had been surprising her all morning, Emma didn't bother much with how the duchess had thought up packaging ideas. The baked goodies were independently wrapped in transparent wrappers rather than the common brown paper, then the wrappers were tied with beautiful ribbons of different colours. She had wondered what the wrappers had been for when she had been purchasing them since they normally used in wrapping up flowers and they had no flowers to beautiful wrap up. Seeing the beauty of the pastries with such wrappers and ribbons, Emma had nothing but praise for the duchess sense of creativity. 

Anne even went further with her creativity. The decorated paper used normally by the commoners in the empire to wrap gifts since they couldn't afford velvet boxes was used by her grace to make carriage packages with ribbons as handles. Anne had baked cakes specially for the shop owners who had agreed to mount her pastries for sale in their establishments. 

"These should be given to the knights by the gate," Anne said indicating the delicious creamy cheesecakes she had made. 

"The knights?" Emma asked a little surprised at the duchess request. "Why?" 

"Because we might as well reduce their dislike and insensitivity towards us a little for our own safety." 

Emma may not like the gesture but she understood its significance. If they could bribe Philip and his lot into being less insulting, they should. That way he would be less inclined to cause trouble for her whenever they meet. 

Seeing the finished products of their early morning task brought tears to Emma's eyes. To think she had been worried since the day before about not baking good enough pastries to sell. She looked at the duchess, who was, in turn, brimming with pride as she put on finishing touches on the baked goods. Emma was filled with pride, knowing that all of it had been done by her. Emma said a little silent prayer to the God of her religion. She prayed for the young duchess efforts to be rewarded so she could finally shake off the failure label they had put on her. 

After Emma's departure into town, Anne had taken a bath and opened up a book to read while she waited for Emma's return. She had tried to steer clear from deep thoughts but left alone she couldn't help it. At first, she had not been bothered about her unknown talent in baking, but Emma's reaction coupled along to how she had felt while baking, made her have mixed feelings about said talent. Emma may not have said it, but Anne doubted she had indeed learnt baking from Bram. 

She found it unsettling now that she thought about it, the familiarity she had felt during the act of baking and packing, something Emma swore she had never done before. Anne knew in her gut that Emma wasn't lying about her never taking up the act before. Though believing her left a big question unanswered. Based on how much she had been in good in it, it had to be something she did regularly, loved and definitely wouldn't hide. 

There was also that moment when she had been baking the cakes, Emma had called for her attention and she could have sworn she had heard the name Lacy instead and she had naturally answered to it. Because At that moment she had felt like she was Lacy, that that was her name. And even though such was ridiculous, a part of her couldn't help feeling like there was something there. 

When her head began to ache she got up from the table beside the window and moved to her bed taking with her the book she had been reading or trying to read. She took off her robe before climbing into bed. Her intent hadn't been to sleep but she fell asleep almost immediately she crawled under her covers. 

An hour later Anne jolted awake, breathing hard and seeing before her open eyes repeated images of her dream. Her body felt hurt from the metal carriage that had hit her, making it seem like she had actually been hit by it. The dream had felt too real, so real that it felt like a memory rather than a dream. 

"Lacy." 

Anne whispered the name of the woman in her dream, the woman who had also been a baker with ten stores under her belt. A woman who had become one of the wealthiest self made in the city. She was also the woman who had been hit by an object that she wouldn't find anywhere in the books available in the library. 

The memory of how she had felt that morning baking came back to the forefront of her thoughts. Emma had said she was not her usual self and everything she found her doing from reading as a hobby, to analysing the state of the capital through the papers, to baking was a surprise to her. 

Though it was ridiculous, Anne found herself almost believing it. She slowly lifted herself off the bed as the dream had left her mind confusing the hit and pain as real. She felt sore all over but it didn't hurt to move. It reminded her of when she'd woken up from her accident with a blank memory. Once she was off the bed she went over to the mounted wall mirror. 

Looking at her reflection she wondered if she should believe the crazy explanation in her head. The woman in her dream had had the same face and white skin with the same red hair. She wondered at the possibility of it. Could the woman in her dream really be her?. Could she, Annemarie be the woman Lacy?. 

With still sorting out the ridiculous theory in her head, Anne heard a noise outside her door. She first thought it to be Emma, but something about the sound sounded careful. Frozen to the spot, Anne listened carefully. It sounded like footfalls, she knew the sound of Emma's footfalls and she knew for a fact the person outside her door in the house wasn't Emma. 

She stood still while she waited, her heart kicked up its pace but she still maintained a clear head. The sound then stopped right in front of her door after walking down the hallway. 

Suddenly the knob turned but the door didn't open. Anne had had Emma lock her bed chambers since she was bedridden whenever she went out and Anne was left alone. It had become a routine of theirs. 

The person behind the door, which Anne guessed was male due to his footsteps being heavy despite walking carefully. Tried the knob again, forcefully this time but the door still didn't give in. After minutes of utter silence from both side of the door, the invader walked away from the door. And based on the sound of him walking sounding distant, Anne concluded he had walked down the stairs. 

When she was sure she could move, Anne realised then she had been holding her breath. She carefully walked back to her bed on shaky legs, and repeatedly thanked her stars for thinking up the idea of locking the door of her chambers and not just the house doors.

"I know I deserve better," Anne said looking into the eyes of the man she detested.

"I know I can be better. I will be better." Wymer said. His words was like a vow witnessed by the bright full moon that stood proud above them. 

She hated the man, she hated his words. But she couldn't deny that her heart was moved by those words. 


*After an accident, Anne woke up with a blank memory three months after. She soon realises the harsh truth of her life. She is the Archduchess of Halewon's nobility and married to one of the most powerful men in the empire. 

However, all she has is her title. As her reality was that of a noble without power, and respect. 

But with the memory of herself in another lifetime, Anne begins to prevail and carve out a place for herself. *


#A work of Fiction

PROLOGUE ***


(Since this is supposed to become a webcomic, this will be a script.)


*A man is seen pacing back and forth; He's in a workshop full of papers and wrappers of candy bars*


Cyrus Clemson (the man): *Stops in front of a door that's placed in the middle of his office* You got to work, you just gotta…


*He bangs on the door a few times then hits his head against it.*


Cyrus: *is yelling at the door* Do you know how much I'm giving up just for this? Just for you not to be working?!


*Footsteps can be heard in the background; A small blonde little girl appears*


Eloise (The girl): Daddy… what's wrong?


*Cyrus sighs and turns to face her*


Cyrus: Nothing.. just go back to your room okay?


Eloise: *Is holding a book* I wanted you to read a story for me.


Cyrus: Sweetheart, I'm bu- *He pauses* Which story is it?


Eloise: Sleeping beauty 


Cyrus: I could've sworn your mother mentioned something about an heirloom. Something in a storybook. Give me the book.


*Eloise sadly nods and heads it to him*


Cyrus: Can't believe I stoop this low. Your mother was always a sucker for dumb myths and anything to do with the word, "oocult". Never really tried to see if any of that nonsense was real or not.


*He flings the book around until a small slip of paper falls on the floor*


Cyrus: Tell me Eloise… did your mother ever tell you the story of Leona?


Eloise: *Nods again* Another world where all your dreams come true.


Cyrus: *Steps in front of the door as he reads the slip* Come here.


*Eloise hesitates but walks over to her father*


Cyrus: If this works, I will no longer be the laughing stock of the science community!

*He grabs Eloise's arm and starts to chant*


Habeo tibi et in carne mea ... De sacrifice te hodie ut mens iuvenibus


*Blood starts to creep from under the door*


Eloise: My head hurts. I'm scared! It hurts so bad! Daddy let go!


Habeo tibi et in carne mea ... De sacrifice te hodie ut mens iuvenibus


*Blood starts to drop from Eloise's head and her eyes start to roll back in her head*


Eloise: *falls on the floor; her body twitching* 


Cyrus: *Drops his daughter's arm and bends down checking on her* Come on get up! We need to see if I succeeded.


*He shakes her body*


Cyrus: What the…


*He looks at his hands to see blood*


Cyrus: Eloise? Baby wake up…. this is not funny anymore


*The scene slowly fades out as all we can hear is Cyrus calling out to the dead girl*


End of Prologue ***

It was okay for Tony to clean the locker once for all but after Miss Mee-an will lend her books she will gradually give her lots of this kind of stuff which would affect her studies.
With the thoughts of how to get rid of this trap, she started to taking out all the things off locker.
Then she cleaned the locker. There were staple pins, drawing pins, chocolate wrappers, leftover spoiled food pieces and lots of dirt and dust. Tony turned around and stared sleeping Miss Mee-an. She hesitantly called "Miss!!!"
"Miss.. !" but nobody answered. Now when she was assured Miss Mee-an is sleeping she took out the big glass water jug, that was only thing left inside the locker. It seemed precious and very costly. With dust around allover its body it looked like a metal one so Tony kept it on the corner of table just near Miss Mee-an so that when she will get up the chair head rest or put her hand on table it will break. Then Tony took out the freshest physics book out of the books and went back to her class. She kept the book in her bag and took the duster and headed towards staff room. As she closed the already opened the staff room door a sound came "Kchak..."
It disturbed Miss Mee-an sleep and she straightened on the chair. Then there was a "Bang...".
The glass shards were scattered allover the staff room floor. Then only Miss Mee-an came back to reality. "Oh no, how can you break such a beautiful glass jug?" she yelled at Tony
Tony replied "I didn't Miss, even I kept it here" and pointed at the center of table where a big circle of dust was evidence of her explanation.
"Then how did it reached there" Miss Mee-an was about to cry
Miss I went to take the duster only to clean the locker you asked for, in the mean time Head Miss reached the staff room as her office was just behind the staffroom. 
As she entered and saw the scene, she glared at Miss Mee-an and asked "You were making her clean your locker?"
Miss Mee-an face turned ugly as she was very afraid of the consequences.
Then Head Miss turned towards Tony and said "You are?"
Tony nervously stared at Head Miss and took glaces of Miss Mee-an and then replied after understanding Head Miss question "I am Tony... a new admission... I came here in in ... in the stafffff rrrrooom just to take books .... on Miss Mee-an's offer as I can't buy them..." and gulped the saliva at once.
"Okay you go back to your class and we will met each other soon" saying this Head Miss patted over Tony's shoulder and glanced at Miss Mee-an who was standing still since Head Miss entered the staffroom.

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