What exactly is "Family"? Is it just a word used to label people who are blood-related? Dianne in the beginning believes so. but throughout the exploration of different kinds of experiences Dianne has a very different meaning to the word "Family". Read and Find out. What exactly is the definition of... Family?

200 years ago man created the greatest AI known but this Machine eventually grew a mind of its own and evetually it's own body, it rose up with others like it against the human race this battle went on for about 20 years and nature and most resources were dieing off cause of the continuing battles but the final battle it released a large blast but is wasn't a bomb it was something else entirely, the machines had something hidden down their main base, something that wasn't human or machine something not of this earth, the blast brought back nature it changed it along with the humans and Machines closes to the blast.....both of them went a evolution of some sorts and because of this both sides where able to form a peace ending the war



Lia Giles became a border guard and mechanic for the power lines on the in between of the main city and the unearthly forests, no longer being able to stand living in the high technology world where humans are treated like second class citizens. On one of her patrols she discovers something or more like someone that no one has ever seen before.

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Word: A speech sound or series of speech sounds that communicates a meaning.

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Word: A speech sound or series of speech sounds that communicates a meaning.

A grandpa who doesn't have long to live(?) found an interest in the newest VRMMO introduced by his grandson and the definition of the mage needed to be rewritten after that.

The shrill noise of bell ringing rang through the hallway. A redhead who was standing in the hallway hit her head on the blue metal locker in front of her and sighed. The day had been exhausting for her. Not only there was a quiz in history, the math teacher decided that it would be 'fun' to torture the students with a pop quiz on coordinate geometry. Gods above, she hated coordinate geometry.

She quickly stuffed the books and stuff in the locker only taking out the geography and AP Chemistry book she'd need to read today.

She didn't live very far from her school so she always walked. It was nice to walk in the slightly heated breeze of the ending summer. She liked the slight tickling burn that was incited due to the sun's rays. Everything was so bright and sunny. It was beautiful.

Lies.

It was Merceville. It was so goddamn hot she was going to melt in a puddle on the sidewalk. It wasn't a warm breeze, the temperature was so high she could barely breathe. The sun was scorching on her skin, and if she was without any sunscreen she would have been a burnt crisp.

'Why was everything so bright?' she thought. She was squinting her eyes and practically having a black dot in her vision from when she accidentally glanced at the sun.

After walking and walking. Five minutes of torturous walking in the sun she was finally home. She stuck her tongue out towards the sun and immediately regretted it when her neighbour raised an eyebrow towards her.

'Great going, now they think you are mentally disturbed.'

'Again.'

With a black dot again in the vision, humiliation of her own stupidity and sweating buckets she made it inside.

"Mom, I'm home!" She yelled. "Even though you are not and I'm basically yelling in an empty house." She groaned loudly after saying so. The heat was getting to her, that was the only explanation for what she was doing. If you remove the fact that she's always doing something stupid.

Her mother was not home much. After her father died when she was ten, her mother started working harder to provide her with everything and continue living as they did. She always thought it was for distracting herself from the loss, but whatever it was it worked. They were living an even better life and it was all possible because of her mom.

Sighing, she made her way towards the kitchen, making a beeline for the refrigerator because she was really in a dire need for some soda pop. Diet coke was there and it's basically everything she needed right now.

Baby it's you.
You're the one I want.
You're the one I need~

This was the song going through her head as she held the chilled tin can in her hands. Relishing in the cold feeling it gave her.

With some crisps and diet coke, she made her way upstairs. On her left, there was a hallway. The third door was hers. She splayed on her bed munching on some crisps and thinking about how she should really start working on her assignments because they were too much.

Opening her book she saw what her geography assignment was and groaned at the topic.

A paper on subtropical air and polar air.

Easy topic but long. Very long. She was a straight-A a student and that meant she was going to put a lot in her paper. If the topic was already too big it would make her paper even longer. Damn, she hated it.

But she always followed the simple rule for writing her papers.

'Topic name:
Definition:
Basic information:
Going into details:
Types:
Conclusion:'

This was the format she never went wrong with. This was the format she followed all through her high school and always got the best grades. This made her paper look organized and left without a fault.

"Subtropics
Noun
sʌbˈtrɒpɪks
Regions adjacent to or bordering on tropics.

The subtropics are geographic and climate zones located roughly between the tropics at latitude 23° 27' (the Tropic of Cancer and the Tropic of Capricorn) and the temperate zones (normally referring to latitudes between 35° and 66° 33'), north and south of the Equator.

Subtropical climates are often characterized by hot summers and mild winters with infrequent frost…."

Oh, how she hated geography.

"…Horse latitudes, subtropical ridges or subtropical highs are the subtropical latitudes between 30 and 35 degrees both north and south where Earth's atmosphere is dominated by the subtropical high, an area of high pressure, which suppresses precipitation and cloud formation and has variable winds mixed with calm winds..."

Suddenly she felt a weird metallic taste in her mouth. It was like blood. It tasted like blood.

Was she bleeding?

She had read that epileptic people get this taste in their mouth. It's a telltale sign that they were going to have a seizure.

But she wasn't epileptic.

She stood up dropping her pen and rummaged for her phone. It might be nothing, she told herself. But if it was something she was ready to dial the emergency code. Her finger hovering over the numbers.

Slowly, the taste subsided. She took in deep breaths to calm herself down. It was nothing. Letting out a choked laugh she slumped in her chair and threw her phone on the bed. Wringing her hands she turned to her book again.

Suddenly her head felt like it was going to split open. It was as if someone was sucking it into an invisible vacuum cleaner. A very big invisible vacuum cleaner was going to swallow her.

And it did.

She felt her heels lifting up from the ground followed by her toes, going towards this invisible vacuum cleaner. And woosh. Everything around her blackened.

She was moving, she could feel it. It was as if she was going in a tube. and it wasn't the subway one. Her hands were stuck to her side and her legs were together as well. She could hear the wind whooshing around her. Her ears popped up but her speed didn't slow, nor did the journey end to lord knows where.

This was it. This was how she was dying. They won't bury her either. It will be a closed coffin funeral where an empty coffin will be buried six feet under just for the sake of it. Her mother was going to be all alone.

This was bad. This was really bad. She didn't want to leave her alone. She was all her mother had.

Oh no. She was dying a nerd!

Her gravestone would read 'Isobel Ferguson, died completing her geography assignment'. This was not how she wanted to go!

But... whatever.

The time fabric bent around her making it slow its flows to a negligible speed. In short, she was getting bored. It was possibly three minutes already and she has already done her part of freaking out and come to the grasps of her death. The journey wasn't complete yet and she was already done. Seeing that this might take some more time. She started singing baby shark in her head.

Just like that she had a free fall and fell to the ground. She let out a grunt and stood up, stumbling and swaying a bit. Looking at her surroundings she let out a gasp.

The floor was a long hallway, the floor was checked with black and white with glowing blue lines running through it. The walls were white with glowing green and gold swirling through it like vines. It was beautiful and eerie. Something straight out of a science fiction movie.

She started walking ahead in the long hallway. Sometimes the green, gold and blue lines were pulsing softly. She just wanted to keep on looking at it but she decided to walk ahead. To see what exactly was going on.

Her bare feet were soft on the cold floor. Barely making any noise. She saw a window at the end and ran there, tip-toeing all the way. The view out of it was breathtaking.

Out of the window were stars. It felt like she was in a planetarium but it felt much more real than that. It was as if she was in outer space. She loved it. On her right was another hallway. It was just like the one she came from, but there was a door in the end.

She ran there and softly pushed it. It didn't budge. She tried again but it still didn't happen. She took a step back and stood in front of it, trying to look for a way and the door slid open.

She walked in and held back a gasp. She was in a room and a lot of people were going from here to there. Carrying some sort of weird transparent tablets, some working on big screens in front of them and some carrying around weird hologram projection. Her brain was swimming to grasp the situation. She wanted to tell herself that she was not losing her marbles but it was getting harder to do so as the time passed by.

No one was paying any attention to her entry. They kept on working as if nothing happened. All she could hear around were some whispers and the clicking sound every time someone selected an option.

A voice behind her made her stiffen immediately. It was definitely a masculine voice, and it was deep. It was safe to say from the voice that the guy was older than her by a lot of years. She had turned eighteen only two months ago.

"I see you made it, Ms Ferguson."

Slowly she turned around to face the person.

When the world falls into chaos, who can they depend upon?

The person who answers their call for help is none other than Isabelle, a girl who is trying to save the world for the sake of her loved ones. Ethan, her partner-in-crime, or in this case, justice; follows her as they complete missions. 

All of this was in the name of saving humanity. But what if...

The more missions they complete, the world changes alongside them. Explosions everywhere. Throw in some magic, dragons, and supernatural creatures. How about a maniacal villain to keep things interesting? 

What could possibly go wrong, am I right?

How do you explain the unimaginable, especially when the damned magic turns your hair from red to blonde?!

_____............_____

"We know who you are, Ms. Morgan. We are the ones who called you here."
'They are the kidnappers?!'
"And we need your help in saving the worlds."
Isabelle couldn't help burst out into peals of laughter.

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She won't see me? No time???

Nancy's brain almost stopped working. He stared at the maid, and she wordlessly stared back timidly. The maid wouldn't dare to tell a lie. Then, did that mean that airhead who was crazy about men really said that? Why? How was that possible?

Nancy's brain was filled with question marks. He was prepared to be bugged by that disgusting woman, but what was this situation? She was busy?

"Your Miss doesn't have the time? She's very busy?" Nancy asked doubtfully.

"Miss has started studying recently, and the Duke has invited the scholar Camille to teach her." The maid blushed while she answered. Camille, the famous young scholar of the capital, was not only intelligent and graceful, but also handsome.

What? Nancy was even more astonished. Everybody knew that the foolish Miss was ignorant and incompetent, acting like a joke everywhere she went. Later, the Duke had even forbidden her from attending royal banquets because of this. But now, she was actually studying?

At this moment, a series of footsteps came sounded from the entrance.

"Your highness, haha, welcome!" The one who entered wasn't just anyone, but Gordan.

"Your grace." Nancy stood up politely. Even the emperor himself had to be somewhat respectful before the powerful Duke Gordan, not to mention a prince like him.

"I, I am here to visit Miss Claire." Nancy said, looking a bit uneasy, "But, it seems like Miss Claire is preoccupied."

"Oh? Preoccupied?" Gordan asked, a bit surprised. He turned to face the maid next to Nancy. "What's going on? What is Claire doing?"

"Your grace, Miss is currently, currently reading in the greenhouse." The maid replied in a quiet voice.

"Oh. Your highness, please follow me, haha. Let's stop to drink some afternoon tea casually." Gordan laughed cheerfully.

"Thank you, sir." Nancy nodded while smiling and followed the Duke. You couldn't afford to offend this energetic old man. He controlled over half of the army, and his grandson, Eric Hill, was the captain of the Griffin Squad, which protected the royal family directly.

Nancy marveled at the scene in the greenhouse. In a sea of beautiful flowers sat a beautiful young girl with shimmering gold hair. She sipped the black tea leisurely, and upon finishing it, placed the teacup down, laid back on the rocking chair, and started reading a book while swaying gently back and forth. It was beyond the point of relaxing.

This was her definition of "no time"? The corner of Nancy's mouth quivered.

"Claire~" Gordan saw in a glance the book Claire was holding. It was about Human Geography; more accurately it was about the Hill family's fiefdom. This child of his was genuinely learning! Gordan felt very satisfied.

"Grandfather." Claire immediately stood up and saw the nearby Nancy. She bowed slightly. "Greetings, your highness."

Nancy suddenly seemed lost. This girl before him, the expression in her eyes! As icy as glaciers, as profound as the darkest of nights. Indifference, this was absolute indifference.

"Oh, oh." Nancy returned back to his senses, replying, "Um, do you feel better now?"

"Many thanks for the second prince's concern, I am fine," Claire replied quietly with a smile.

"Have a seat, have a seat." Gordan was in a merry mood. He signaled everyone to sit down and ordered the maid to bring some tea.

The three had some small talk. Originally, Gordan had hoped to have dinner with the second prince, but since he himself also had business to take care of, he dropped that plan.

As the second prince turned to leave, Gordan told Claire to send him off.

The two walked towards the entrance, one in front of the other. Not far behind, Jean quietly followed. As Claire's knight, he had to stick to her at all times.

The trip wasn't long, but they didn't converse at all. Nancy squinted, looking at the girl in front of him while endlessly contemplating over her unusual attitude. It was really too abnormal. Meanwhile, Claire's mind was on something else.

"Your Royal Highness, this way," Claire turned her head to say lightly, and ended there. There was no indication of reluctance at his leaving.

"Oh." Nancy was still stupefied as he responded and walked towards the awaiting carriage at the entrance.

Claire turned away without a second glance at Nancy. She was still thinking about the interesting sections of the Human Geography book.

The second prince's carriage rolled away from the Duke's castle. Nancy leaned on the window and frowned in concentration. The carriage rounded a corner and came to a desolate alley. The next moment, a clear voice rang out in the carriage.

"What do you think?" A person appeared out of nowhere in Nancy's empty carriage.

"Very strange." Nancy frowned as he replied.

"I don't understand." The cool voice had a hint of uncertainty.

"Alright, let's talk about something else. How's the situation?" Nancy asked, returning to normal.

"There's been a little incident. They seemed to have received some deity's decree and are busy working on it. But it won't delay our plan." The cool, clear voice was full of confidence.

"Then we're good. You should return quickly, otherwise people will start feeling suspicious." Nancy's expression was completely serious.

"Yes, sir." After the cool voice replied, the figure disappeared from the carriage. The carriage accelerated and sped back towards the imperial palace.

Meanwhile, Claire found an interesting book inside the study. Gordan was also inside reading a document, but he had allowed Claire to be inside too! This was special treatment that had never happened before!

Claire flipped through the book in her hands and was soon fascinated. The book was about basic magic. It really was basic; it only talked about how to sense the magical elements around you and how to meditate.

"What, are you interested in this?" Gundan suddenly appeared behind Claire and asked in a bright voice.

"Grandfather." Claire turned around and smiled while nodding, not hiding anything. "Yes, I'm interested." Throughout the whole Ceylonese continent, magicians were very rare precious to every country. Powerful magicians were not just powerful; they were exceptionally formidable. They could blow up a whole army, or even a city. But magicians like that were extremely rare. A magician was a symbol of power, prominence, and wealth, so a child magician prodigy like Lashia was sure to be pampered.

"Well, you had your nature tested when you were younger and it came out as Fire. Although your spiritual power is a little weak, I still have ways to help you learn magic." Duke Gordan smiled as he thought back to the younger Claire. Her spiritual power wasn't good, not half as powerful as Lashia's, but it wasn't too bad either. The only problem was that this child of his had no interest whatsoever in magic, refusing to learn no matter how hard they tried. It was great that she was willing to study now.

"Really?" A Claire smiled joyfully. Only by making herself stronger could she truly become powerful.

"From tomorrow on, you will study Humanities and Geography in the mornings and primary magic in the afternoons. As for entering Sunrise Institute, you have to pass a basic test. I can get you in without testing, but if you don't have what it takes to be a magician, it's no use even if you are accepted." Gordan patted Claire's head and smiled. "But I know that a granddaughter of Gordan will definitely pass the exam."

"I definitely won't disappoint you, Grandfather," Claire replied solemnly with a serious expression.

"Good." Gordan, pleased, nodded his head in approval.

At night, Claire sat silently on her bed, going over in her head how the book taught her to go into meditation and sense the elements around her. She closed her eyes and tried to forget everything around her. Slowly, Claire realized that there were many bright specks around her. Although her eyes were closed, she could actually "see" these lights. Most of them were red. A few were other colors. Claire remembered that Gordan had said this body of hers was Fire attributed, so the red specks must be the Fire elements. The other elements that she couldn't really detect should be the other magic elements.

What a magical realm, Claire marveled. She followed the book's instructions and started to capture the red elements.

If any magician knew that Claire mastered meditation, sensing, and capturing in such a short amount of time, they would be astonished to death. It was beyond genius.

The next morning went as usual as the refined Camille taught Claire literature and such.

In the brightly lit study, Claire listened to Camille's lecture.

"The Temple of Light represents the existence of the gods. It serves the wishes of the gods by exterminating evil and advocating the Light. It is a most sacred existence, the Light, and refuge of all people." Today, Camille had already gotten to talking about the Temple of Light, one of most powerful institutes on the whole continent.

Claire watched the emotional Camille and kept silent. She noticed that even though Camille was practically preached about the Temple of Light, he didn't sound like he believed in it at all. Interesting, Claire mused to herself. Maybe this scholar Camille wasn't as simple as he seemed.

The Hill clan magician arrived promptly in the afternoon. The first objective would be to test Claire's spiritual power, since it had been a long time since her last test. Spiritual power determined whether or not one could become a magician. A person could not become a magician if their spiritual power was too weak, which meant that if Claire couldn't even pass this first challenge, then it was out of discussion for her to become a magician.

The man responsible for testing Claire was middle aged and wore a magical robe. Two small golden leaves decorating the left chest of the robe indicated that he was already a ** magician. These magicians were usually very rare, but it was no surprise for one to appear in the Hill clan. Prominent as it is, the Hill clan had obviously acquired many powerful forces like this.

(TL: original had **)

The middle aged man took out a crystal globe expressionlessly and placed it right in front of Claire. He said concisely, "Miss, please place your hand on this and concentrate."

Claire slowly extended her hand and placed it on the crystal globe. She closed her eyes.

The next moment, a huge bang reverberated in the room.

The pieces of the crystal globe shattered all over the floor. The previously stone faced middle aged man stared at the crystal globe fragments with his mouth wide open, completely baffled.

When a cold and crafty girl travels into the body of a foolish, man-crazy, young female aristocrat, what will happen?

A young girl, Claire, falls off a horse while chasing his Royal Highness, the second prince, and falls unconscious. But when she finally opens her eyes, her gaze is ice cold.

Soon after, she shines a blinding light that astounds the whole kingdom.

In a world where power is based on magic and power, how would an airhead like her survive?

But, she soon stuns everyone by mastering both magic and Dou Qi, paving a new path for herself.

His Royal Highness, the second prince, was forced by the Emperor to go visit her but was told she was busy.

When he saw the “busy” miss drinking tea leisurely, ignoring him, the second prince’s handsome face twitched.

Her personal knight, Jean, had always looked down at her with disgust. But as he and many others watched her shine in glory and power, they couldn’t help but ask themselves, ‘Is this really the girl they knew?’

Sports occupies a vital role in our lives. It keeps us fit, healthy and makes us active. The secret to having a healthy and positive lifestyle is to have a positive mind and body. Sports is one such activity which helps us in maintaining a proper physique and a positive mentality.

Apart from keeping a healthy body and mind, sports also helps us in alerting our senses, keeps us aware and an undaunting personality and outlook on life. Hence, sports has a multi-faceted role in our lives. Students in schools are asked to write essays on the topic of sports for their exams and assignments. For their convenience, we have provided sample essays on the subject.One extended essay on sports, one short essay on sports and ten lines on the topic of sports essay have been provided further. The extended essay is of 450-500 words and the short one of 100-150 words. The long sports essay is for students studying in classes 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6. The short sports essay is for students in grades 7, 8, 9 and 10.

[Kunlun] was by the author Feng Ge. His writing style was based on realism, practicality, emotion, and historical accuracy. He had a good understanding of history, classical literature and ancient folk customs, which were all well integrated into his work.
This made the novels he wrote have a sense of historical weight and the vicissitudes of life. Feng Ge's pen was powerful and the language was simple but potent. His writing took into account the overall situation and the description of details. Grand but delicately woven, smooth but thrilling.
The main themes of his novels were the vicissitudes of life and taking into account chivalry and kindness.
It could be said that Feng Ge absorbed the advantages of many martial arts masters such as Jin Yong, Wen Ruian, Liang Yusheng, etc. Whilst at the same time, adding his own twist.
The story of [Kunlun] took place at the end of the Song Dynasty with the transition into the early Yuan Dynasty, the novel told the story of Liang Xiao a genius strategist and pugilist who's forced to put his prodigal ways behind him when he's drawn into the chaos of the changing times. The whole book was about a million words, the plot had its ups and downs and contained many elements, such as chivalry, love, hatred, family and country.
The whole work was full of spirit and intricate subjects such as astronomy, geography, mathematics, platoon arrangement and so on.
Before Jiang Cheng in his previous life went abroad, [Kunlun] was being serialized and was being published in the magazine: [Legends of Martial Arts]. At that time, Jiang Cheng was busy with his studies and had a lot of things to handle, but he still bought copies of [Legends of Martial Arts] every two weeks, just to catch up and follow [Kunlun] until its serialization was completed.
At that time, Jiang Cheng was really fascinated by [Kunlun]. In his view, although there were traces of Jin Yong and Gu Long in the book, although there were some negligible flaws, it was the best martial arts novel in recent years. The novel decisively abandoned the basic Shaolin, Wudang, Tang and Beggar sect settings that were overused in martial arts/ wuxia novels. The sect system and martial arts in  [Kunlun] were completely anew.
The novel placed importance on the personal growth of characters and the value of life. Liang Xiao always appreciated the value and consequences of each life he took or saved, no matter the circumstances unlike a lot of other wuxia MC's.
Liang Xiao was closer to the image of a knight in the minds of young people nowadays. His obvious personality defects didn't drain his color, but made him feel more realistic and plausible.
Of course, [Kunlun] wasn't perfect, it had its criticisms. A widely criticized part of the book was when Liang Xiao attacked Xiangyang City, going against his sister's will.
He had led the Mongrol/Yuan Army to conquer Xiangyang after his sister was beaten to death by Song rebels. 
Liang Xiao had lost his parents in childhood, and experienced multiple hardships. And despite his intelligence, he was prone to letting his emotions take over and disrupt his rationale. 
So in order to gain his revenge, he actually stood on the side of the Mongols and helped them attack Xiangyang. Despite his dislike for killing and his brain telling him not to, he went to war on emotion and only when he saw Xiangyang razed to the ground and become the very definition of hell on earth, did he realise how big a mistake he had made. He had become like the very people he spat in disgust at, he had brought endless killing and suffering to the world. 
Reading that section back in the day, Jiang Cheng had felt torn seeing how Liang Xiao reacted and took it.
 Did Liang Xiao really do something wrong? In the eyes of the Song citizens,of course, it was a heinous crime. As rebels and soldiers of the Song Dynasty naturally they would. But they were among the same people calling for the death of the Yuan Dynasty and death of its supporters.
Maybe it was because he was young and feeling rebellious but Jiang Cheng at that time was annoyed at Liang Xiao's reaction. Why was he acting so down and out, he had got his revenge hadn't he, they had deserved it, had been his thoughts. 
However, with the increase in age and experience, he had a new understanding and view of [Kunlun]. In fact, just like in the last line of the novel, as the fortune teller said, fame and fortune, grievance and hatred, were all illusory dreams of the world, in the end, they were worthless. 
In any case, in his opinion, [Kunlun] was better than [Zhu Xian], so Jiang Cheng decided that he would write [Kunlun]!

Jiang Cheng a screenwriter is reincarnated to 2001, into the seventeen-year-old body of another Jiang Cheng. 

Clutching onto the dreams of his previous life he attempts to succeed where he previously failed. 

He starts from scratch, as a small-time screenwriter writing television shows and movie scripts. 

Filled with dreams of becoming a generational  entertainment legend and establishing an entertainment empire he takes the road to become the King of Film.

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