As kids we dream big and wild our imagination over flow but as we grow we think that dream are just imagination but one believes that all dream are not just imagination or fantasy it's a way of following you're interested as a kid's dream to adults future and that one person is Oxine Ray

The birds changed the weather above the clouds, they all gather the girl children who were being taken up by the beams.

Swans Crows and Sparrows and Owls flew above and below gathering each girl child from the Color of the Beams that were released by Loren Blessed book.

Lyric morphed her body into a eagle flew through the beams of light,looking down she could see the world at birds view she found the source.

 The book reached for the book of dreams which was releasing the Colors beams.

 Lyric got it and trying to take the children to another Dimenson of Time as Trey released his Spiritual light within him the beams followed him for the time being.

In the sky it looked like fireworks we're going off the flock of bird's who had saved the girl children brought them too safety. 

They put the children and remaining adults to wall were the barrier was and shielded the body's of the children and adults in the City. 

Crows followed the wolf for the Color beams we're now chasing him through the forest and village, to keep their friend Trey safe.

Echo fought through the trees to where the Memories of Ponds for she had idea that would break the chain with the Beams of Colors. 

The Crows pushed the wolf out of the way one crow said to the wolf go to Memories of Ponds. 

Go there take the left coming up the wolf panted he took a strong left ducked under and tumbled down the hill.

 The beams followed him to bottom and then Lyric came in and took ahold of her brother.

The swans pushed the Mirror in front of the beams it lite up each pond with a different color beams unable to get out. 

When Lyric morphed back into her human form she took the book and the other animals looked from afar. 

As Lyric opened the book there were no words inside the pages were blank no words no color of beams not even the authors name.

Echo thought that's strange when she turn over the book to the title it lite up and turned off Echo picked up and threw it at the edge of the forest called Heaven.

The sky turned blue and white clouds turn back the birds that were protecting had disappeared from the City.

Thanks to the animals and Spiritual Animals from within the City wasnt destroyed buildings and houses still standing and the children we're safe and sound.

The Guardians of the forest and City went searching for Loren Blessed for she brought the book here and the beams came from her Why take the girl children? 

The Mayor had announced that all the girls children have returned but also is concerned that this was a kidnapping of the Treasure City children.

 The Mayor thanked the 100 tail fox and her mighty animals who will protect our children. 

They searched for Loren Blessed started first thing in the morning and the police searched the abandon buildings and sewers for her.

The animals searched the forest and in the village they found her outside the forest. 

Lyric approached her and said Loren What's the meaning of the book taking the girl in the city.

Loren turned around and responded the book is my magic to the souls of Spiritual girls to before they realize there true abilities in life. 

Lyric's eyes widen and the colors in eyes started morph her hands touched Loren as she was speaking and she became a baby.
 
Lyric picked her up and touched the top of her forehead she put the baby on the grass before and taking out a dark soul. 

The baby was trying to hurt the animals when she was on the ground so Lyric picked up the baby and replaced the dark soul with a yellow soul. 

As Lyric started walking she became human she left the City with the new baby girl,through the barriers setup for her and her family not to leave. 

When she got to the other City she looked for an Orphanage for the young baby she spoke to the nuns and they asked her What's the baby name was? 

Lyric answered this is Jerricho Joon she needs a home and a loving family Lyric asked the Mother Superior if she could keep the name given if she's not adopted. 

Mother Superior responded Yes of course said when the time is right you can gave her this letter and necklace thank you I must go later J.J the nun said God be with you as Lyric left the doors.

Lyric walked backed to Treasure City she hadn't noticed that she had morphed back into the fox form when she did realize she was half way home.

Lyric started too run back and then she begun to feel like she was flying in the air, her morphing into and out of animals when she arrived was half human and half fox all colors of tails included. 

As Lyric step on the grass of the forest frozen in time, the book had been left out and open without a wielder the book has frozen the Spiritual Animals and Spiritual Energies. 

Anything coming closer to the Book will ended up in Dreams within Dreams a book frozen in Times and Years.

Worlds of Magic and Love continues to alternative world were the same characters and some new are in this story.

 Will the mouse find her true love or will the human win over the new world and her soul mate who's soul mate is a animal.

The book was thick in width as well as tall in height. The leather cover was dark brown and well-worn out as if it had been read over constantly. What made it stand out though was the design of the front: it was a shadowed image of a boy and a girl encased in glass so it was untouched, unlike the worn-out leather. There were no words, no author- not even a simple design. Apart from the shadowed image of the couple, there was nothing else imprinted on the thick leather book.

"Okay, creatures of all ages…" The feminine voice was magical, soft, and slightly high-pitched. When she spoke, the book floated into the air as if carried by unseen hands and twirled around.
"It's storytime…" There was a tinkle of joy in the air that set the mood in.

The book then opens, showcasing the dirty white pages with edges torn and just like the cover- worn-out. The invisible hands flipped past two blank pages before stopping at the fourth page where thick bold words were written illegibly in cursive black ink.  On the third page, right beside where the words were, was a picture separated into four sections with the names Lycoris, Radiata, Rosea, and Amaryllis in their respective crests and colors. On the upper right was Lycoris colored in pink and brown; on the lower left, Radiata in red and white; on the upper left, Rosea in black and yellow; and on the lower right, Amaryllis in blue and red.

"Once upon a time…" The voice uttered the different words from the book and skipped more paragraphs as she kept talking. The graceful happy spirit followed the words that floated above the book.

"Two scrolls fell from the heavens to the land of Frondescence…" The words that were spoken came from different paragraphs and floated off the pages, transforming into an image of the very words she spoke. The scrolls were like falling stars shimmering with a soft gleam and leaving a trail of clear sparkles. The color of the scrolls was similar to the color of the pages of the book. Keeping it from being loose was an illuminated, gold string.

"One fell to worn out hands and another fell to clawed ones." The book slowly disappeared the more she spoke and just like before, her words crafted a realistic painting in the air. What was left were the blazing scrolls that were still falling from the sky. Both having been separated by the specific surroundings.

A rough, scarred, brown hand was stretched out to receive the falling scroll. It glowed brightly in the person's hand before slowly dimming. Though the skin of the owner was marred, there was a gold bracelet hanging around the wrist and an imprint of the royal crest of Lycoris that was shown from the 3rd page. The setting indicating that it had been late in the evening for the stars were sparkling and the moon was shining with such light from above. From below, there was earthy ground- tilled and well-kept, yet the green nearby was seen decaying.

The other hand, just as she had said, was a red claw but was so stricken with ashes that it had black spots engraved into the skin. Just like the other hand, the scroll had also glowed intensely and dimmed right after. However, the surroundings were more devastating than the other person. The dark eve of the night, that should be comforting and bluish in hue, was completely taken over by reddish black ash clouds creating an orange color throughout the land; thus, covering the luminous moon and its sparkling stars. Just seen by the person's claws were towering white pillars and at the front was a balustrade- all of which were covered in soot.

"And written in such scrolls was the foretold destiny of two children."

The people simultaneously opened the scrolls where golden words written in cursive glowed with fervor. A translucent light swallowed them up into the scroll with the golden letters swirling around in an orderly fashion.

"A prince and princess who would bound two worlds, ruling it with a kind and strict heart, and bring peace to them all." However, the scene dims into black as the owner of the voice continued speaking. The familiar look of the dirty white paper panned back into view where an image of the same couple from the cover appeared but was separated into two sections diagonally with entirely different backgrounds.

On the upper left section, the girl clothed in a puffy dress was colored in black ink while the details of her body and dress were highlighted in white. She was holding the seams of her dress and posed herself to be bowing. Behind and around the girl were an array of red spider lilies and ribbons of various colors as if specifying the interests of the little girl.

Moving to the lower right section, the boy garbed in a tuxedo was standing upright with his right hand over his chest. He was also inked in black while the details were lined in white.  A formation of red spider lilies was his background, connecting with the girl's, and swords of the same color and form were painted in as well. Just like the girl, it was deemed to be based on his interests.

The page then turned and showed the next paragraphs that had the same style as it had been on the 4th page. Nevertheless, the voice spoke certain words that floated off the paragraphs, blurring out the rest of the words.

"A blessing from the heavens, gods, stars, or whatever the people pray to," there was a hint of sarcasm from the tone but she continued as if there was nothing of the sort that she had said was interesting. Not even the slight concept of it had been portrayed, leaving only a black screen. "For their homes were riddled with so much darkness and hatred that people would even fear in the daylight."

The black was then hued into red and various scenes of broken buildings and suffering people were drawn out the same as the couple. The images were separated into different squared sections, moving from left to right in a downward zigzag formation. One scene depicted a fallen statue with the crest of Radiata. Another had the starving men, women, and children. Then there were people running away from the black rays of the sun.

This kept going on for ten more pages but was omitted completely for the sake of the people who she was speaking to. On the 18th page were the crests that had been shown on the 3rd page, but was now outlined differently. All of them were now completely in black but had ink dripping down from above. Lycoris had purple, Rosea in green, Radiata with red, and Amaryllis on yellow.

There was a brief pause on this page. An atmospheric feeling of sorrow and dread settled on the speaker before she continued the tale.

"Now, this fairytale is no happy one…" The merry tone became low and solemn and a light tap of a page being pressed echoed in the air.  "For a certain kingdom from the four will rise from their disguised submissiveness and wreak havoc, destroying them all." Her voice hardened at the latter half of the statement. There was a sense of anger and betrayal, but more so on the bitterness of the taste.

Almost immediately, her voice returned to the beginning. Soft and lighthearted as if she had not nearly opened the pandora's box for the supposed jolly tale.

"This is a fairytale of a prince and a princess that will save them from that demise." More pages were flipped through as she spoke, completely evading every other paragraph and settling on another picture of the couple. They were now standing side by side, still inked in black and outlined in white, holding onto a scroll. Their background was the crests of the four kingdoms that still separated into sections but were connected.

However, the paper was unlike the others that were well-kept. This was more than worn out; the paintings and most of the words were smudged, even torn. That didn't stop her from reading though- only speaking again words she wanted to say.

"A princess from the Kingdom of Lycoris." The crest of Lycoris is zoomed into view, at the lower left of the four sections. Then it moves to the upper right where the supposed crest of the kingdom of the boy belonged to.  "And the prince from the Kingdom of…err…R…It's torn." Truly, it was.

Before the page was panned out to view the other crests, the pages flipped to follow through the story.

"Whatever. Anyway…" She was uncaring as to where the prince came from like it was not an important factor to state. The book then slowly disappeared into the black void before slowly lighting into a fiery blaze.

"They burned that very destiny…" There was a pause where the voice snickered to herself. "Like literally. One of the scrolls was lit-" The image of a scroll lighting in fire appeared before the scene blackened out immediately halfway through.

"Oops, sorry, err where was I?" The book appeared again but now closed. "Right, burning." There was an awkward cough while the book opened back to the last page that was opened.

"They burned their very destiny- hence the title of the fairytale. Burning Destiny, haha." Again, another awkward cough and looming silence. After another awkward cough, she speaks again as the pages flipped through.

"Anyway, we must start from the very beginning." The pages kept going little by little.

"Not right after the two supposedly star-crossed lovers were born." The book was replaced by the image of a pair of babies color-coded in black. "Not even when they were children…?" The babies switched to the couple that had appeared pages ago.  "Or teenagers?"  The book appeared again and was left with a page completely still in the middle. A couple of question marks were scattered around the book and pasted on the pages.

"Where is this- hm- wait- why- Oh my god, why that long?!" The pages kept flipping before stopping in the middle of the book where bold words printed in black told the exact ages of the couple.

"Gah, a time skip of 23 years." Again, the question marks appeared around the book and on the pages, even after the word 23 years.

There was a sigh before the page was finally flipped. "They're young adults- the prince and the princess…" She sounded exasperated and down to earth confused. The page went still as a voice other than her own echoed in the air, but it was not heard.

"Oh right, my name…" The screen blackened and a star appeared. Its outline was yellow in one half and purple in the other. However, inside the lines was simply a mass of darkness.  A cloud of its respective colors exuded from the star, highlighting its dark interior.

"My name is Hoshi- and I'll be telling a fairy tale of sorts." A trail of sparkles and light followed the star as it spiraled down and down. A hand, snow-white in hue, appeared and caught the falling star in its grasp. The hand was small but was large enough to keep the star in her palm. The trail of sparkles and light, even the clouds, disappeared right after it landed. There was only the glow left.

"A tale with an ending I��m not so sure of…" The hand jolted and sweat appeared right beside the hand. "Not because I don't know the story, but because I was caught reading when I wasn't supposed to- Anyway…"

The hand relaxed again. "The story of the Princess and the Prince." It slowly encased the star in its palm, dimming everything in darkness. However, the light of the star peeked through the gaps of her hand.

"How they burned their destinies…" The clenched fingers gradually unlatched to show what happened to the star but closed back again with the following words.

"Literally and figuratively." Then it returned to open the hand, but quicker now, and displayed the flickering ashes of purple, white, and yellow of what had been the star.

"Because of what they assumed to be the selfish ideals of humankind."

The hand disappeared and the book returned. Howbeit, the book was opened now several pages from the beginning with the printed words legible in gold.

"We will begin with 'The Missing Princess'." The book disperses into sparkles just as the star had been.

'Knights Templar of Hospital', that was what the adults called it. The child has only seen them once. It was a pity that they were stationed too far away from here. Typically, one would have to follow the path towards the west for half a month and pass through the vast desert before being able to find them in a small oasis.
The desert was full of danger. That was what the adults told him, so the child was planning to wait till he was older before going forth to find those majestic knights. Just like in the stories, he would serve as their squire, help them to sharpen their long swords, polish their boots, pick up some abilities and undergo tough training. One day, they would acknowledge him and that was when he would also become a member of the knights.
But he could wait no longer. He was still six years away from being 14 years old. He looked up at the burning sun as he waved the wooden sword in his hands. Six more years.
When he turned back, he saw a small black dot from far away. Someone was approaching. That person was riding on a horse but the clipping of the horse's hooves sounded weak and tired. As they got nearer, the child realized that the person on horseback was very old. He was wearing an old and torn robe and looked like a beggar, as his beard was messy and his face looked dirty. He looked neither impressive nor strong. He did not look like a knight yet he was riding a horse. When the horse, which was covered with spots of mud and dust, came nearer, the old knight looked to be in terrible shape and was barely breathing.
"Water…" The frail old knight looked at him and pleaded, "Please give me a bowl of water."
He ruffled around his robe and took out two copper coins that were covered with sweat and dirt. The child hesitated before accepting the coins and running away. After some time, he came back with a bowl of water. The water was taken from a well that was dug out from saline-alkaline soil so the water tasted bitter. Some of the water has been spilled along the way as the child ran all the way back. Nevertheless, when the old knight accepted the bowl of water, he treated it as if it was treasure and drank it in large gulps. He drank half of the water before hesitating and eventually deciding to get down his horse and feeding his horse the rest of the water.
It was only now that the child noticed that beneath the dirt and dust, the horse actually seemed to be dark green in color. Strangely enough, it was the same color as the old knight's robe. The strange horse rolled its eyes and looked at the child before licking him suddenly. The old knight laughed and caressed the horse's head, "It likes you."
The child touched the saliva on his face and seemed to be in a daze. The old knight carefully licked the remaining water droplets in the bowl before wiping his mouth and beard clean. His voice was still hoarse, "May I know where is the next village?"
"Towards the north. It will take two days of travelling. It is very far away." The child pointed into the distance and looked at the old knight's bag of money, "You can take a rest first. You can stay in my house tonight. My house has a clean guest room and there is warm water and dinner. It will only cost five coins."
It was an affordable price but the old knight hesitated before shaking his head and replying in his hoarse voice, "I don't have time."
With that, he patted the horse's head and the horse slowly rode towards the north. The child was a little disappointed. It was rare to see any foreigners in this place.
"Are you leaving now?" He asked, "Where are you going?"
"To the next destination," the old knight said, "And then the next."
---
After three hours, a thunderous sound could be heard from far away. The ground shook. Burning metal armor formed silhouettes in the hot sunlight and the cloaks of the scarlet crusade blew in the wind.
The knights on horseback were covered in dust and their lips were dried and cracked. In the empty village, there was only a broken wooden worse. The little boy on the wooden horse was gone. There was a disgusting and filthy smell deep into the village. Green houseflies were dancing in the wind and there seemed to be the sounds of a beast that was chewing and crunching on something.
The swordsman that was leading the way dismounted from his horse and drew out his long sword before entering the village. Soon after, he came out with a small head in his hands. It looked like a small child but his face was covered with black spots and there was dried blood at the corner of his mouth.
"Captain Bain, we were too late."
The swordsman replied hoarsely, "'The plague' has been here." Amongst the knights, a silent man waved his hand and another group of knights dismounted. They walked into the village with 'shower heads' in their hands.
Very soon, a blazing fire rose from the village as the beast cried out in despair. Under the hot sun, the entire village seemed to be shining and looked as if it could fuse with the sun. Black whirls of smoke rose and looked like a pillar of disaster that was holding up the sky. The crows that have flown over from far could only fly around in circles in disappointment. They cawed and croaked with all their might, as if they were cursing.
"Let's go." Bain turned his horse around and looked at the imprints of hooves on the dry mud.
His voice was hoarse, like burnt metal, "Let's move on to the next destination, and then the next."
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After realizing that the old nun could cook, Ye Qingxuan quickly discovered another strength of hers, which was that she was hardworking and skillful with her hands. Even in a place as desolated as the Ultimate, she continued to be able to make full use of whatever resources that were available to her, such as weaving the dried weeds in the corners of the walls into some sort of cushion.
As a result, the Masters finally departed from sitting on the cold floor and upgraded to sitting on the warm cushions. With food to eat and cushions to sit on, life immediately became happier and more bearable. Even in a place like the Ultimate, everyone could still afford to find some sort of comfort.
Even though she has lost the power of Schubert, it was clear that the old nun did not wish to become a burden that needed to be taken care of by others. Instead, she has decided to find ways she could contribute and be useful. She might not have done many things but the few things that she accomplished have always produced satisfactory results. Besides, one should not expect too much.
She might have been a granny in some cloister or a nanny that worked for a rich family, for she has proven to be capable of ensuring that this bunch of troublesome old men were well taken care of. Of course, Ye Qingxuan has also been given a cushion, and it was the best one too. He sat on the only intact stone chair in the entire hall, that has been padded with dried grass, and leaned against the back of the chair, which has been draped with the animal skin that the old men have gifted to him. With the light of the dawn shining in, Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt as if he was some sort of king in the mountains.
It was a pity that his subordinates were a bunch of frail and old men instead of burly and strong robbers… Old men again. He really had no idea why he seemed to have an affinity with old men. Ye Qingxuan sighed and lowered his head as he looked at the music theory pages in his hands.
After a few hours of editing, the prototype of the new Symphony of Predestination has finally been completed. It was only a few pieces of thin paper, yet it was covered in a layer of glow. After the structure has been sealed, the music theory no longer exerted any external gravitational force. The repetitive music theory on the pages have completely distorted the sunlight, binding them around the music notes.
This was the most precious thing about music theory pages. It could demonstrate, inscribe and seal music theories. This meant that this option was possible. Ye Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief as a smile found its way onto his face.


Music and aether, an omnipresent element, is the source of all power. Musicians used music scores and alchemy to control the aether and defeated the natural catastrophe Leviathan, saving the world. But more catastrophes are awakening…
However, Ye Qingxuan has a different reason to become a musician—he just wants to find his father and know why his family was exiled.

"Does she die at the end?"
"What?"
The pen rolled away from the woman's fingers, tense, pale fingers uncurling to allow the trinket to clatter against the half-full mug of her now cold coffee. It had actually been a few hours since she had actually gotten up from her seat to get coffee, now that she thought about it.
"I want to know, so that I don't get my hopes up too high."
The question had come from her editor, the tanned skin of the stern man standing out stark against the pale lavender of her living room wall. His nose was scrunched up in obvious disgust, his eyes having slid away from the mess of papers on her coffee table, her current desk, to the piles of movies pressed up into a corner of the living room.
The table was also covered in the remains of a plentiful Chinese food delivery, as well as empty bottles of soda- there was no way she would risk an open tabbed can near her work- and what was once an entire box of strawberry snack cakes.
"Why would I tell you if the main character dies at the end?"
Her voice was raspy, unused and definitely out of practice as she slid the mess of papers out of her space, creating the smallest area where she could begin to gather and stack them in a neater way. Eyes the color of a doe's fur, brown and gold, lifted from the work to look over her editor again. He was agitated, unwilling to touch her furniture and steering a good ten feet away from her kitchen doorway, where a large stack of dishes was visible; perched precariously beside the empty sink. It oddly resembled the Tower of Pisa.
"I don't want to get my hopes up," he insisted, his eyes straying with much less disgust back to the papers in her hands. He tilted his head, ink colored bangs falling out of his carefully gelled back position as he leaned closer, as if to get a better look.
She thought it over. Technically she had no obligation to tell this man of what she planned. Although the other side of the coin would be considered common courtesy.
Then there was the fact that he was an asshole on deadline days.
However, there was also the fact that he would come over in an instant if it meant she was having writer's block.
Armed with coffee, usually, and a takeout bag from her favorite burger restaurant.
"I haven't decided," she admit after a few moments.
He sighed in what she assumed was relief.
"The hell you put that woman through is only made up for in the fact that she has fun with it," Akiiki, the surly man, muttered. He seemed to get over his aversion to her untidy apartment quick enough, striding with his polished black _ shoes past the bulk of her coffee table, and where she sat perched on an authentic blue zabuton.
"If I don't make every effort to have her suffer, I fail as an author," the woman chuckled, offering the man the last of her cakes, truly the only step she has ever made in the right direction for hosting and socializing, period. He declined it, but she only tossed it back into the cake box, her elbow casually sliding the forgotten wrappers into the small trash can on her left, placed there for this specific purpose. "I make a character, and then I give them a goal. To fill the hundred thousand or so pages of adventure they need to go through, I have to stop, and think; how can I, in the most efficient and brutal manner, deter this woman from peace and happiness?"
"You are a savage writer and I question every day why teens and young adults love you," the man muttered balefully, plucking the now neatly organized mess of papers out of her hand to look through it. There was no overlying pen marks, yet, so she likely would need another week. Because of course she would need another week. What author didn't second guess themselves before each and every deadline and try to rewrite every single line?
"What can I say," the woman smiled, all teeth and no humor, "Tragedy sells."
"I will not forgive you for killing her dog," Akiiki protested under his breath.
"No one will ever forgive me for killing her dog," Pipperly scoffed, rolling her eyes in an amused manner, already reaching for the cold coffee and stopping herself just in time from drinking it. Getting to her feet was a bit of a chore; her legs were numb with pins and needles and her feet had long since lost blood circulation to her toes.
She left to put the mug in the sink, while her surly editor worked through the pages she had finished typing.
It took her twelve and a half minutes to grind and make her own coffee, tossing the thoroughly engrossed man a haughty smirk when he dared to glare over the pages at her.
"...A kidnapping ring-?!"
"Too much?" Pipperly shrugged, "I needed a way for her to make friends with the Fire people without probably causing a war. Rescuing their second youngest son from the clutches of a cult seemed like a decent ice-breaker."
"I loathe you," the man hissed, clicking his official, elegant looking and also damning silver engraved pen with the harsh red ink and scribbling into the margins as he worked.
"Eh, I never much cared for your opinion," the woman chuckled, slumping back down to her pillow after a few seconds and running her fingers through her messy, dark chocolate hair. It was nearly black in it's darkness.
"Should I brace myself for more of your heartless ideas or will I get a small amount of decency in a sweet team bonding scene?"
"Read and find out," Pipperly smiled innocently.
Akiiki narrowed his eyes, but said nothing, turning back to the pages in his hands with severe focus while the girl in the hoodie and the panda slippers leaned back in her seat to savor her coffee.
Just another deadline gone by..



"Sure," I said. I was also curious about what sort of relationship Kiel and I had before I lost my memory.
Kiel was delighted to hear my answer. He tried to hide his excitement, but it couldn't go unnoticed by my trained eyes.
"Where should I start? Oh! How about that time we tried to prank your uncle?" He laughed. It seemed like a genuine laugh. "We snuck into his bathroom and took his soap bar. Then, we borrowed clear nail polish from one of the kitchen servants and coated the soap with it before planting it back into the bathroom."
I tried to imagine it, but no image formed.
"We watched him from afar as he tried to wash his hands with it. It took him days to notice that there was something wrong with the soap. And he never figured out why!"
I smiled politely.
Kiel was disappointed with my reaction. He still continued anyway, "There was one time when you really wanted a dog, but your parents wouldn't get you one so we snuck out to explore the forest to find a dog. We brought back a fox instead. The adults started freaking out when it went loose inside the house."
I smiled.
He went on, "It hid somewhere in the house, so all the servants spent the day searching the place. Luckily, we found the fox first and set it free before anyone else noticed. Do you somehow remember this?"
"Sorry. I really can't remember anything."
Kiel's smile faded into a frown. "I see."
He stood up and walked over to a bookshelf, taking out a leather bound book. He flipped its pages, stopping at a certain page. He seemed to have found what he was looking for.
"Maybe this rings a bell?" He held up a pressed flower. It looked like its petals were once a beautiful crimson color.
"I recognize the flower, but not any memory associated with that particular one."
"Here's a hint: It's a memory we share together. A happy one."
I stared hard into the flat flower that was once filled with life.
"Sorry," I said sadly.
Kiel sighed. "It's ok. Maybe you'll remember eventually. I'll leave that with you."
He stood up to leave the room.
"I haven't given up on your memories just yet, Butterfly," he said before closing the door behind him.
It was nice knowing that someone besides me still hadn't given up.



"Aqua Chrysalis houses the most bizarre tenants who call each other by their animal code names. In this jungle of a building.I hate humans.

One moment they say they like something. Then, the next moment they say they hate it.

One moment they get along. The next moment they fight.

They're hopeless, hypocritical beings who are proud and weak.

They continue to hurt people. To destroy what they have in their hands.

In an endless cycle.

That's why I decided not to make any friends.

My name is Butterfly.

Well actually, my name is really Cho. My name means 'Butterfly', so people started calling me that. Since when? I don't remember.

I think the name suits me. Butterflies silently flutter about from flower to flower, watching the world unfold as time moves forward. And keeping distance from interfering in the business of others.

That is the kind of person I am."

"A person can be weak but he shouldn't be coward"
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Whenever there is a change in her emotional state her unconscious mind try to take hold of her but couldn't succeed in it"

Noworry felt like he was listening to something horrific and cruel. What was all this? Subconscious and unconscious. Was Desella a madwoman aka will?

"Is she mad?"

Severus quickly denied Noworry's acquisition.

"She isn't mad or psychotic but she isn't sane either. She is cursed to be specific. "

"Huh?"

"She isn't alive either Noworry"

"I know she isn't alive because she is a will"

"No, she isn't alive because she is a will. Actually a will is a concept"

"A concept you say. Why? You know that wills aren't anything new. They have records of it since ancient times. Although no one has concrete proofs of it, still you can't deny their existence", Noworry explained vexedly.

The one thing that he hated was when someone challenged ancient knowledge. 

Severus"..."

He was aware that Noworry was offended but he couldn't help it. Ancient knowledge could be true in some cases but not always. Even the royal family had various skeletons hidden in their closets so let alone gods. Even if they were god, there would have been a hefty price that they would have paid. The higher the position, the bigger is the sacrifice.

"I ain't challenging ancient knowledge noworry but I am just stating facts. I didn't tell anyone about it, but when I read the book today while I was done with a shower I read something which nobody had ever read"

"Nobody had ever read. Are you inclining toward lost knowledge?"

"What's that? Lost knowledge?"

"Yeah, lost knowledge is the knowledge that was lost when the fight broke between that devil and god. He became too strong earlier and was on the verge off suppressing gods if not for hades, who subdued him", Noworry explained in awe. He was very proud of his master and his tone naturally became more respectful.

"II don't know whether it's a lost knowledge or not but one thing was sure that Desella had no idea of  it and I bet anyone else had too."

"Hmmm?", Noworry gave him a confused look.

"Desella isn't a will but she is a product of taboo art of necromancy which is known as Prison"

"I never heard about this spell", Noworry denied any familiarity.

"Then maybe it''s a lost art then. So Desella isn't a living person but a captured soul. Someone has captured her soul and performed a memory replacement spell on her brain and sealed her memories. Her unconscious mind is her real mind and her true personality whereas the personality that is shown to us in custom made. I don't know which powerful being did she offended to receive this fate but it's worse than being captured."

"In this state even if you wish to become as identified person, you would still be lost in oblivion."

Nowrry gasped!

"If she isn't a will but a ghost who was trapped, then how come she had those powers and knowledge? What about those four walls and it's scriptures?"

Severus chuckled.

"It's all in the mind Severus"

"What do you mean it's all in the mind?"

"The person who trapped her was powerful but not enough to capture her for eternity. You know why this prison is called will?"

"Why?"

"It's because the only way to escape from this prison is your will. Your will is the key to escape from this fate however since your brain was tricked into thinking that you couldn't leave this place till someone who had the same frequency comes and saves you, you wouldn't be able to get out. No matter what, the fear of no one coming for your rescue is greater than the will to be rescued, thus Desella was trapped there for such a long time. If she had willed earlier, then I am sure that she would have broken from this prison earlier, alas!"

"Okay, I get it but still how did she have those powers? Is she a necromancer herself?"

"No?"
"How are you so sure?"

"She isn't a necromancer but was a mortal and I am sure about it because I have seen her life pass in front of my eyes"

"When?"

"When I was performing a spell near the pond. Don't tell me that you really thought that I was a slow person?"

Noworry"....."

"Sigh, I didn't take half an hour because of the spell but it took me so long because I was seeing it with my own eyes. Earlier when I was reading, Desella showed me the way and spell to rescue her but later everything in the book became blank. I think it was blank because her Conscious mind completed his task so there wasn't anything left for portrayal. I was confused when I saw the blank pages but didn't give much thought and I was going to close it but suddenly letters started to crawling upon pages and formed a sentence"

"What sentence?"

"Well, it was an additional spell that said, a will is a concept, and if you want to understand it just perform it. It didn't tell me when should I perform or how should I perform, so I performed it when I was performing the spell for Desella. I didn't perform her spell first instead I performed the second one instead and later performed the latter"
"Desella was so stupid", Severus chuckled.

"What did you see there?"

Severus blinked his eyes and after taking a deep breath he continued,"Desella was an ordinary girl who was 19 years old when was caught in this deadly fate. In my vision, I saw her childhood and adulthood. She was a simple cheerful girl like she is currently behaving but something happened when she was 16 years old and it changed her life. On her 16 birthday, she woke up early and got dressed to celebrate her birthday with her family but she didn't get the chance for celebration"

"Why? Did something happened?"

"On her 16 birthday after she got dressed she went to her younger sister's room but to her horror, her younger sister was brutually mutilated. It was a gory scene. Dark blood spilled everywhere and it stained Desella's clothes too. She became antsy and immediately ran to her parent's room while screaming but when she entered, all that was left was blood. The bedsheets were stained, curtains, carpets, and even windows had stains of blood. Nothing was left that was recognizable except her mother's bracelet and her father's slippers. That was the sole thing through which she got a hit of reality that her parents were murdered."

"She was terrified. Afterall she was a kid only at that time and the gore which she saw was something which even the adults couldn't handle it. For reference, even the battlefield isn't as gory as it was there in the room. It was as if some psychotic person was on a killing spree. It was a painful death. I have seen various death and gores myself in battleground so I know that it wasn't something a normal murderer would do."

Nowwory didn't know how to react. It was the dark side of life that nobody talks about but, if nobody discusses it, it doesn't mean it does not exist. 

"Can you tell me how were they killed?"

"Yes. Their eyes were gauzed out and their lips were peeled. A crescent moon was engraved on their forehead while their legs and hands were amputated. The cuts were horrible and everything was taken out from inside of their bodies and was stuffed with some semi-solid substance. I don't know what it was, but it was too sticky and disgusting. I can't explain more otherwise I will start gagging".

Severus stopped talking whereas noworry went in deep thoughts as if trying to remember something that was deep in his memories.

He suddenly jerked and then closed his eyes to chant something. Black color mist sprayed from his wing and formed a shape.

Severus frowned when he saw Noworry creating a mist but didn't disturb him.

A black color symbol was formed by mist. It was a crescent moon that had a slash in between whereas something strange was written near the slash. It looked like a crypted curse.

Severus, a handsome lad with a shy nature. He lived a life that could be called 'non-exisistent, his interaction with the opposite sex was more or less 'non-existent' as well, except for the crown prince's fiancée, Melanie. That too because both of them were childhood friends.

But this didn't last long, because Severus— was killed. 

Previous life -----

Severus was the ex-general and Shadow Knight of the Rivera kingdom. He was a loyal and charming knight who performed his duties very well. Despite his looks, he lived in the shadow of Crown Prince; Maverick, but destiny turned its wheel and the Crown prince's fiancée fell in love with Severus. 

Betrayal, heartbreak, and jealousy surged inside him and Maverick planned an assassination for his best friend Severus.
Severus died in pain. 

He felt betrayed and cheated by his own sworn brother but he accepted his fate and closed his eyes to accept death. The next moment he heard something earth-shattering.

Nobody knows what Maverick told Severus but whatever it was, it questioned Severus's existence.

“No, this can’t be true—”

“Who am I?”

“What am I?”

“Who are my parents?”

“What was the reason behind my existence?”

Severus died while these questions remained unanswered. 

——Present life——
Severus got reincarnated, but to his surprise, he was reincarnated in his same body and same timeline.
“Heck, it’s only been few days since I was assassinated and I got reincarnated”
“What are these powers?”
“A bird? Why is a bird here?”
“This black Raven is known as Noworry?”
Severus got a new life, and he vowed to unfold the mysteries which remained unsolved in his previous life. He swore to himself to take his revenge.

***********************
A new character is introduced in his new life; Noworry, a funny bird who becomes his pet, sent by Hades to help him.

In this life, he will have no shortage of women who wish to accompany him. 
Starting from ghosts and mortals to gods, Severus will entertain visits from every existence.

However, Severus didn’t ask for women. He was a man who believed that love can happen only once. Since his first love was unsuccessful, the word 'love' disappeared from his life.

Will there be any girl who would bring love back into his life?

Or will he remain as a monk for his entire life?

Witness Severus's growth and troubles, on his way to unfold the various mysteries of the world and becoming a great necromancer.
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"M-mmm, this thing is so delicious..." said Jack while eating deep-fried skewers.
They were eating their dinner from the Dotonbori street shop. People of all ages are gathered there. Hardly anyone can notice them in the middle of the crowd. Jack was extremely excited to try the foods. He never saw any of those dishes. Loki was saying,
"I don't have much money left. Please stop sending."
But, Jack was in his own business. He pretended that he never heard Loki. After finishing their dinner, they went to Ryokan.

[Note: A ryokan is a type of traditional Japanese inn that typically feature tatami-matted rooms, communal baths, and other public areas where visitors may wear yukata and talk with the owner.]

In there, They changed clothes and went to the bath. The bath section features a swimming pool type bathtub. There every man took bath. Of course, there are both man and woman sections separate. Loki looked at jack's bare body. It was full of scars. Loki was curious to know what happened to Jack in his world that made those scars on him. Jack noticed Loki looking at his scars. So, he tried to explain to him.
"Oh--h, I see, you are interested in man?" ridiculed Jack.
"O-of course NOT, I'm especially interested in women. said Loki with confidence.
" I know, I'm joking. The scars are twenty years old. They know how much struggle I got. Every time I see the scar's I remembered those horrible things...The bloody wars...The duty of knight...."
Jack mumbled...
Jack has a muscular body. It looked like he was going through heavy training. On the other hand, Loki's skinny body can't any use in a real fight. If the dragon from the last Boss battle slammed him, He might not be alive. It can't be ignored that he has Talent.

They went into their rooms.
"Look, Loki the water in the pot is green color. There's also some kind of snacks."
" That's tea in the port. Those snacks are given to the customers."
Without finishing Loki's sentence Jack  Gurgled the foods that present there.
"At least hear my word."

Throughout the night, Loki kept thinking of one thing, It was about that game.
"It doesn't mention the prizes. What could be the prizes?.. World Domination...
No, that's children's fantasy. Maybe a gorgeous woman who is the princesses of another world.... that's adults fantasy..."
The thoughts were running wildly in his mind... The Night was the first day of the winter season. The weather was faintly cold.
The night passed by...

"Wake up! Jack! it's time to go home...Why do I have to wake you up every day? Aheh!
Why? Dad will be coming today!"
Jack last came out of his bed itching his belly.
"owhhh-h, Why so early? We even had our breakfast," questioned Jack.
"I will make some at home. Didn't I already tell you? My Dad is coming back. Look, Dad messaged me."

Loki showed Jack his phone screen.
>Dad<
>Hey! Son! I'm coming home today. Be sure to make lunch for me. I am bringing a beautiful friend for you. Don't fall in love with her. bye, See You Then.<
---End---

"As you can see, he loves to joke around. He might be coming early then," said Loki sincerely.
"Oh, man! I just killed a Boss yesterday. I wanted a week rest...Now..this pain in the ass.."

They rushed to the station, took the train, and finally arrived home. It took approximately one and a half hours. Usually, it would take about two and a half hours. But that day the train was not crowded. It was not business days. So, they reached home early.

"F-Finally! we successfully completed the mission. Mission Reached Home." said Loki with a little joyfulness."
"But I still don't understand why you're father came suddenly?"
"Sometimes he came home to see me. Most of the time, he spent his time overseas. That's as far as I know. Let's go in.

But when they opened the door...The pages of his life have been turned. The unknown world Loki yet to be known.

We all know the drill by now, either our main characters experience some sort of accident or summoning, they are hurled across dimensions and into another world. But what if the situation is reversed this time and we instead have people coming to our world?

Loki was coming from his school home. It was summertime, The exhaustion of heat was making him dizzy. He saw a man coming towards him dressed in fantasy world clothing. He bumped with him. The man was quite aggressive at first but slowly he gets to know more about him. He was summoned into this world where we live in and the system told him to kill all the bosses of each city in Japan. Then he can go back to his world. Throughout the journey, many ups and downs occurred in their lives.
Many lives were sacrificed.

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For as long as he could remember, they called him Salamander.

At first, he thought it was his name, that his parents had an awful sense for naming things since every other child had names along the lines of Lucy or Mark, Filomena or Xiao. The adults had said he had a powerful name – that he was named after a mythological animal that had the power over flames and healing. He had accepted this as the truth while growing up. Yet when his Talent had manifested when he turned nine, he realized that Salamander referred to his Talent and not him.

His body healed whenever it was wounded and he could summon flames with a single thought. But he couldn't control the flames or the rate of his healing. So the adults sent him to the Sanctuary – to learn from the best. He expected to get better at his Talent. He believed that the Sanctuary would turn him into a better Spell Caster. But hell was waiting for him on the other side. Ever since then, his only memories had been that of pain.

Once they were kind. The boy called Salamander remembered being taught how to write and how to speak. But the moment the flames decided to materialize themselves, his existence turned from human to a lab rat. Every day, they would take him out from his cell, strap him on to a machine. Then, they would prod him with the metal stick and electrocute him again and again while increasing the power of each shock. At the end of the day, the men in white would throw him back into his cell and chain him to the wall. If he was lucky, they would give him something to eat. Most of the time, he was not.

His body healed too fast and kept him alive. Unlike the other children who passed away on their beds, he couldn't die quickly. The adults also made sure that they did nothing to kill him. They only exposed him to constant pain and torture – just to see how much his Talent could heal and how fast his Talent could work.

He was used to the smell of his burnt flesh. He was used to sight of blood. But each day that passed only fueled the flames that burned inside of him. He memorized each white coated adult, he memorized each face. And once he was strong enough to break free, The golden-haired boy swore to drag the disgusting monsters to a fiery inferno even if it meant burning himself along with them.

Everyday, his nightmare continued. Today was no exception. He had been woken up with a bucket of cold water and dragged out of his cell. The experiments continued. The electricity surged through his body. The researchers watched him convulse and writhe in pain. Some even smiled in excitement. 

Suddenly, the room became dark. The monotony he had memorized stopped for a moment. There was panic, cackles of lightning, and hoards of adults making their way out of the room in a hurry. The metal boxes and machinery had had gotten used to were pushed aside and shoved. 

Metal corroded. Something exploded. The cycle was broken. The monotony had turned into chaos. He had been left in the middle of it. Even if he wanted to leave, to boy with blonde hair was still strapped to the machine. And the only thing he could do was stare at the scene and at a pair of dark but curious eyes that stared back at him.

An hour passed. The chaos had died down. A few researchers had come back for him and the other children, and proceeded to escort them out. They yanked him down from the machine and carried him to his cell. Strong hands threw him in with no regard for the rough concrete floor that scrapped against his skin. The white coats took his fetters and chained him to the wall. He was too weak to yell and he barely had any strength to prop himself up. But an odd smell wafted in the small dark space and the boy couldn't help but look up.

His stomach churned and gurgled as his eyes were automatically riveted to the bowl that another researcher was waving in front of his face. Saliva started filling his mouth. How many days was it since he last ate? He had lost count. There was a pungent smell coming from the bowl. The food was probably rotten and stale.  But he still lunged for it like a hungry predator and completely forgot that he was still chained to the wall.

'Thud!'

The chains snagged and he flopped to the floor painfully. The men simply laughed as they watched him. The adults dunked the contents of the bowl to the ground. Salamander panicked, his hand automatically reaching for the foul smelling chunks on the floor and shoving them in his mouth. He ignored the jeers the white coats were giving him and the taste of dirt in his mouth. 

He coughed. He gagged. His throat was dry and parched. The men who looked at him spat at the floor before flashing a canteen that was filled with water. One of the researchers cruelly waved the bottle around and chuckled as the boy's blue eyes followed the container's every movement.

"Do you want this?" One of the men said with mock sincerity. He took the canteen from his co-workers hands and opened the lid. Sky blue eyes widened as the man tilted the container allowing the liquid to flow to the floor. 

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" The boy screamed, hands clawing at the moisture that was seeping into the cracks of the concrete. The men simply chortled, faces twisting in ugly ways. When they were satisfied, they turned away. Their distant laughter echoed in the distant hallways. 

Once they left, his cell had turned silent. At that time, the floor glowed a faint blue and the moisture floated up from the ground forming a light blue orb. The ball of water slowly floated towards the boy who could only stare at dumbly at the spectacle.

"Cup your hands tightly," a small voice instructed. He turned his head to the speaker, his eyes meeting a dark bottomless gaze that seemed to suck him in. There was a girl who appeared to be younger than him. The color of her hair reminded him of chocolates. Her feet were bare but she didn't seem to affected by the rough concrete floor. When he still didn't move, the little female took his chained hands and placed them together as the orb of liquid floated into his joined palms. 

"Drink. Quickly," she urged. Her eyes shifted from his face to a place in the distance, her gaze turning serious. "Someone's coming."

He looked at the water and greedily drank the liquid in his hand. He savored how the water felt cold against his throbbing throat. He took multiple sips and gulped down the water as fast as he can as he heard the footsteps approach. The moment he finished, a woman wearing a white coat passed by his cell without sparing a glance. The golden-haired boy could only blink as he realized he was alone in his cell. 

The girl with brown hair was gone.

***

Michael's eyes studied the little girl in front of him with a worried gaze. She had black circles under her eyes and an oddly lethargic look on her face. Aria yawned for the tenth time in the last hour and the young man couldn't stop himself from asking, "Had trouble sleeping?"

Tired black eyes peered at him from above a hardbound book. Yesterday, she was reading 'Arrays and Enchantments – A Theoretical Approach' behind the 'Basic Alchemy' workbook. Today, it was 'Talents – The Complete Compendium'.

The boy with light brown hair placed his head on his right hand. "How old are you, Aria?"

This time, the girl placed the book down on the table. Her eyes were still glued to the pages. Without looking at him, she showed him eight fingers. Michael Caelum's lips quirked into a small smile.

"A famous scientist once said that 'Quiet people have the loudest minds,'" Michael Caelum stated, his irregularly colored eyes glinting. His fingers drummed on the desk as he studied her expression. "You must be thinking of a lot of things, aren't you."

When she didn't look up and pretended not to hear him, Michael continued. "Still waters run deep. The more you stay quiet, the more I know you're contemplating something profound and interesting."

"So?," she replied with her eyes still staring at her book. It looked like she didn't want to waste her breath on saying something that had more than one syllable.

"Do you understand those books? They seem difficult for an eight-year-old."

The little female's gaze was blank as she stared up at him. If only her eyebrows weren't furrowed, then she would have looked pitiful and innocent. No words left her lips. But her gaze seemed to say, 'I wouldn't be reading it if I didn't understand.'

"I thought about it," he began with his voice oddly thoughtful, "-but an eight year old doesn't really read very complicated books and doesn't say complicated philosophical things about what a name could mean to other people."

"Then maybe I'm not an eight year old." she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him with her lips pursed in a thin line. However, she only looked irresistibly adorable in Michael's eyes and he had to resist the temptation to pinch her pink cheeks.

"You're really cranky when you're sleepy, aren't you?" He remarked, still smiling. The way she pouted at him and ignored him told Michael the answer was 'yes'.

Aria continued to read her book. The boy took a children's book from one of the classroom's shelves and read it in silence. As soon as the music ended, Michael took a glimpse at the girl and found that she had drifted off to sleep.

Her lips were slightly agape. Her shoulders were rising and falling with her every breath. The crease between her eyebrows had disappeared. Michael took a deep breath and lightly touched her cheek. His usually calm eyes turned worried. Although he was only sixteen years old, he was skilled enough to sense that the little girl had used a lot of energy. His senses were sharp and he had a feeling the female had done something. He just hoped it wasn't something as life threatening as what he was imagining.

"What exactly were you doing last night that you would be as tired as this?" He whispered. His voice was so quiet it was almost inaudible. 

Footsteps echoed in the hallway outside the classroom. The male held his breath. The even stomps were approaching the room and were getting louder with each passing second. The lock on the door opened with an audible click.

One of Elisium's teachers went inside and scanned the room. The girl called 373 was sleeping. The phonograph was off. The only sound in the room was the sound of the little girl's breathing. In her hands was an open picture book. There were no signs of complicated books. There was no sign that an amber haired boy was once there.

The boy called Michael Caelum had disappeared and the music had disappeared with him.

373 was just an ordinary girl in Elisium - that is, until she discovered all the Children of Elisium were fated to lose their lives.

Armed with nothing but her genius in spells, 373 must find a way to keep herself alive while hiding herself from and untouchable existence at the peak of all Alchemists and Spell Casters: A Magno Deorum.

Will 373 save herself and the people around her? Or will she end up dead like all the other children of Elisium?

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