The Disney characters now have their genders reversed. But the question is, can you win their hearts?

MC Re-Incarnated into multiple Disney Universes. Simple right?

i do not own mcu or marvel or  disney or sony disney or the cover

When I next awoke it was to a curtain drawn room and a comfortable nest of a little makeshift bed.

I must have been put into a spare converted room after I passed out. From the low light that seems though I can guess it must still be the same day, early evening at the latest. 

Out in the hall, I can see it's the same downstairs hall as the kitchen and washroom from earlier. I don't dare open the doors to the other rooms, out of respect more than anything else. 

My host is strange but kind, kinder than anyone's ever been to me for two lifetimes. I won't take that for granted, ever.

Since there are no signs here, Gable must be upstairs. 

The hall and stairway aren't entirely dark, little lights glow from geometrical shapes hang on the walls. They're like an improved version of glow in the dark star stickers I had in my bedroom as a kid.

God, this house is cool.

I  don't really know what I was expecting Gable to be doing.

Diligently looking over his research?

Elegantly reading a book?

Brewing some cool potions?

Summoning unholy forced from a realm beyond over a blood sacrifice?

Whatever I was expecting, it was not him curled up by the fire crocheting like a little old lady. 

Well, I suppose he's is an old man. It's a very cozy looking scene, hot cup of something by an open fire on a comfortable looking chair. If it weren't for all macabre bird bones and somewhat witchy looking materials it would be very holiday postcard-worthy.

Unless you're into that sort of thing.

"Awake I see, it's still early, now's a good a time as any to be up. Won't lose any sleep before bedtime, damn what even is bedtime for kids like you? How are you feeling now?"

Without looking up Gable seem to always know where I am and somehow I don't think that has anything to do with magic. 

"Much better, my throat feels scratchy but my nose is much better."

"Hmm, sounds about right. Another milk before bed then. Now stop hovering by the doorway and come try these on."

"Yes!"

I was only trying to be polite by not intruding but since I've been given permission I'll gladly make myself more comfortable. There's no other chair but plenty of cushions to pile up, all with a hand-knitted pattern cover. 

The items Gable pulls out for me to try were a poofy pair of crochet high waist shorts and matching long wool socks in the same soft walnut color. There were all of course near infant size and looked adorable. 

"Waaah you made these? Amazing!"

"Yes yes yes, best I could do. Your old clothes were...not fit....for anything. These were the quickest things to whip together"

"I understand completely if they're not salvageable, thank you so much Sir Gable."

"Just Gable is fine."

AH, it seems he's not one for such formalities. But it makes sense, given how he prefers to live away from most of society. Or that he even stays friends with the crazy old man that is my grampa, even after all these years. Better safe than sorry though, who gets kicked out for being too polite?

"I'm serious, they're so well made! You can do so much and crochet too, it's amazing."

"Great then put them on already."

"....is this magic?"

"I'm sorry?"

"The socks, are they magic?

"Well, no but I did enchant my tools?"

I don't think sir Gable understands how difficult it is to crochet socks normally. I'll just stick to knitting. Cozy as they are, they are a bit stiff and baggy but they could be rolled down to fit.
The shorts are very roomy but warm. I for one am glad to finally have something to cover down there.  

I just need some shoes and a cute hat for this adorable countryside outfit to be complete. A hat....a hat really would be helpful,...

"You don't seem too pleased but bear with it for now."

"Oh no I love them, they're very comfortable! I was just thinking about how nice a hat or something to cover my hair would be....it wasn't like this before you know. Tree sap accident."

I explain as I awkwardly gesture to my messy hair. It's much less of a bird's nest after a clean bath but it does look something quite pitiful. 

"Ah yes a hat, that I can do, but how about we try to neaten that feral child look of yours first?"

"Yes please, if you could be so kind."

"I don't know if there's much I can do with it so I hope you don't mind it short."

"Short hair doesn't bother me, it's okay even if I look like a boy/"

"Relax and try not to flinch much."

I'm lightly lifted and seated to the corner of a table before Gable covers my shoulders with a rag. He wets my hair with a comb and instead of pulling out a pair of scissors, he brings forth a green flame between his fingers. It follows his steady hand, wisping across my forehead, over my ears as it burns away the choppy uneven strands left dangling.  

It dances in warm spots at the back of my head and I try very hard not to clap in astonishment and applause. 

Why can't this magician be my grampa instead? Hey, can I request a trade-in?!

When he finishes I see my reflection for the first time in this life. 

Not in the moving water of a pond or river, nor in the face of my twin but clearly in an actual polished mirror. None of the funny reflective bronze stuff either, an actual clear mirror.  

Large sharp hazel brown eyes, bordering on gold, stares back at me. The round face of a small child, one who should be familiar, but isn't. It's the same baby heart-shaped face as Lilyanne's but fuller, tanner, with cheeks that are too warm and flushed. Decently dark if not a bit judgmental eyebrows, a little button nose, and a perpetual pout, all these things make up my face. 

So this is the face of a villain?

Indeed I make a good looking little boy, hair cropped short all around. However, my bangs and the sides were left to frame my round little face rather favoringly. My hair looks darker, straighter when it's this short, none of Lillyanne's fairytale curls except the barest of edges. 

I don't look like Lilyanne like this. I don't look like her at all, identical face or not. It's an entirely different aura, a clearly different child. 

I think I like it.

"It will grow back in time. "

I assume Gable responded to my silence with the assumption I'm disappointed and am quick to shower him in praise once again.  After all I am a little girl and thus a little vain, besides he's on team long hair himself. If anything, it would be difficult to pull off some of my future plots looking like this. What good is being twins if you can't switch around for your own gain? But that's an issue for further along in the future. 

"So what now? Do I just wait around for grampa to pick me up? As much as I'm glad to be here, and I really am grateful, I wouldn't want to impose too much on you. "

"For everyone's peace of mind yes, I'd prefer if you stayed where I can keep an eye on you. I'm sure your parents would prefer it that way as well. Honestly, what was Ronald thinking?"

"Did grampa send me out here to find you maybe?"

"Absolutely not, he doesn't even know I'm out here." 

"Didn't he leave to visit you in the North but a few months ago?"

"Never said I was there though, heh. Might have missed me this year."

It's like hide and seek then. What a strange friendship.

"Anyways there's plenty of room and you're welcome to stay Rosalia. I assume you're mentally old enough to not have to be babysat but given your current physical state, well I'm sure you understand."

"Yes, thank you very much for opening your home to me. Please don't mind me, I wouldn't want  to get in the way of your daily routine."

"No worries, Ronald does enough of that already. Compared to that trouble magmet, a smart behaved child like you is no bother. "

Truly a strange friendship between these two but that's a given.

"Then, please take care of me until then."
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Just like Gable said, grampa is known for being late. 

My cold came and gone but that one night in the hobbit house turned to two then three and now going on near two weeks already. 

Gramps definitely overshot that '3 day's' pick up date. While it's exasperating of him, I'm secretly glad about it. Every day here has been enjoyably fascinating with the seemingly endless amount of research, books and pleasant company in this cottage.

Even if I do get assigned some daily household chores. Gable has no qualms with putting me to work and keeping me busy. It's really no big deal to me, who used to be a normal commoner, but wouldn't it be simpler to just use magic?

But hey what do I know?

If I'm told to sweep, organize some shelves and feed some strange giant 'farm' animals each morning well that's not too unreasonable. Those mutant eggs are great, even if the huge mother birds are very dinosaur-like terrifying. I always believed the T-rex had feathers and this may be what they looked like if shrunk down to the size of a goose. 

I don't mean to outstay my welcome but again, better under someone's supervision than off on my own getting eaten by a wild something. The worst thing that could happen to me here is maybe getting kicked by the old 'goat' during milking.

I'm actually having a very nice time playing farm house, it's very refreshing as it is a workout. 

Well, Gable has to keep self sufficiently feeding himself somehow. Of course, there would be a vegetable garden and some usable 'farm' animals in addition to all his strange herb plots. Though the more valuable and dangerous plants are kept in a nursery underground. 

Relying on the bounty of nature is fine and all but inconveniently time-consuming, though we've gone out for a foraging 'walk' twice already. Only then am I allowed to walk past the illusioned gates of the compound, beyond the firewood stacks and common vegetable patches.

By now I've been here long enough to accumulate a tiny pair of scrapped fur-lined leather boots and an enchanted weather resistant hooded cloak for when I go outside. The cloak was a dark brown, child sized and of course hand crochet. Upon my request and recalling a simple pattern from my other world, I asked for Gable to attach cute bear ears on the hood. 

Cuteness must always prevail.

The foraging trips were quite educational as I was introduced to many other plants and creatures I previously did not notice or knew the useful properties of. If I'm ever caught stranded in the woods again I'll have a much easier time.

But we ended up with much more wild mushrooms and common spring fruits since those are the things I can best identify. 

The rest of the time Gable is often working. He seems to have multiple projects going on all at once and even if he was only working on one thing I wouldn't be able to keep up with understanding it.

He's like a busy stay at home author or freelancer back in my world. 

Very self disciplined with his work and very likely to forget all sense of time. There is no clock here but Gable doesn't seem to need it anyways. The hobbit house is so full of skylights and bits and pieces of scattered natural windows that it's easy to judge the time of day. 

I don't know if it's my added pretense but he seems insistent on taking time out for three solid meals a day.

We had just popped an herb mushroom quiche into the kitchen oven when he mentioned it to me one afternoon. 

"You weren't a fighter were you."

Sudden but it wasn't a question, the slightly sad tone of voice told me he wasn't talking about the present. While he often treats me like a small child in need of assistance, which I am, Gable always speaks to me with an adult sense of respect.

 I appreciate that and in return never play games with him in the way I do others

"No...I mean I'll put up a fight if need be but, the people in my world didn't need to fight so much."

"You cook, you know a lot of recipes from what I've seen. You read a lot even without aid, somewhat education. Even without me you could forage the woods. You even know how to craft some...creative things."

He gestures to the flower headband on my head that I crochet a few evenings ago, curled in front of the fireplace as he made by the little cloak. They're simple to make and I crocheted two other plain ones as a thank you token for Gable, to keep his hair out the way if he needs it. 

What he meant though was that my behavior showed that I was a normal civilian. Softer, a support player, not a frontline warrior. That's how this world operates thought peace has finally come, the battles too fresh for most of the older generations. 

It's true though, I was living in a 1st world technologically advanced country. Where would I need to fight? Outside gym sessions or women's self defense classes where would I get the opportunity to? No, I was just a normal young woman who never even held a real weapon. Unless pepper spray counts?

"Ronald was, ...a soldier I mean. In his life before. Sometimes he forgets not everyone is one, too caught up in his world view. "

"It can't be just that....grampa treats my mother very gently, and my little sister too."

"Either too gentle or too rough, no in-between with that idiot."

I think I can understand what Gable is trying to defend here. He won't tell me grampa's origin story but in between the safe retelling of stories I would hear anyways, he slips up. He tells me bits and pieces about grampa that paints a very human picture. Not a god or an infallible hero, just a person, very possibly with PTSD, with a lot of goof ups, mistakes and good all mixed up. 

How gross.

I want to say it's a biased picture but Gable isn't the type of view anyone but with the truth, especially his best friend. It partly clashes and greatly fills out the image of the grampa in my head. Of course, I won't admit to sympathizing with him, can't make it that easy. 

"So he's either a brute of muscle head or a useless family dog?"

"Oh absolutely."

The dishes float to the sink to wash themselves and I undo the little apron over my new handmade overalls. I'm not a cartoon character, one outfit the entire time wasn't going to cut it and Gable is a very neat tailor. 

He was already crocheting more clothing for me anyways. If I drew out the clothes or a pattern I remembered from Home EC, it could be shortly produced. It was rather nice not having to make excuses for just knowing things. 

Our peaceful craft time in the evenings are more enjoyable than my downtime back home. 

I'm learning a lot out here, not just foraging and farm work. 

Potion brewing was never one of my strong points but Gable makes a splendid tutor, it being one of his specialties. I can already make my own cold droughts and work at enchanting simple things. My most glorious work, however, has to be making some much better tasting internal healing potions, low grade as they are. They're a little fizzy, like soda pop!

At first, I was concerned about falling behind on weapons training and such but as Gable reminds me, I was never much of a physical fighter. 

"By all means, if you have something keep at it. Can't have too many cards up your sleeve."

There's plenty of time as Gable rises early and I try to follow him, though I do still need my afternoon naps. So I run my daily exercises as I see fit, just to physically keep up. The farm and housework eliminated any need for a weight routine though. 

As much as I'm learning here, even through just observations, the best part is how I can just be. I may be small but I don;t have to play a part other than a polite house guest. I can speak freely without fearing giving out suspicious information because it's only Gable and the woods here and he already knows. No pressure and certainly no spying eyes on me, it's quite nice to live so freely. 

I understand why Gable keeps to himself so away from the rest of society now. 

While I can't live like he does, I still have a lot of growing up in this world to do, I really hope this peaceful time stretches out even for a little bit more. 

As all good things though it must come to an end. 

A tremor runs through the ground. 

I think it's an earthquake before Gable draws a circle into the air, a portal with camera vision of the surface showing through it. An airheaded man, far too familiar to me to be called handsome, appears wandering across the screen like a lost dog. 

"Rosa! Here girl, where are yooooouuu?"

Grampa's familiar voice vibrated through the ground from wherever he is on the surface and instead of joy or even relief at his late arrival I can't help but feel like cursing. Ah what an irritating sort of man. 

Why am I being called out like the common pet dog?!?!

"Rooooosa! Grampapa' is here! I know you're somewhere around here~ Well, at least the bag is....huh funny, swore I passed that tree before."

"...He's caught in your illusion isn't he?"

"Works every time, oh well better late than never. Just be glad it didn't take him 5 years this time kid."

You know what, I actually wouldn't mind that. 

Damn grampa.

----

You've probably heard this sort of story before.

 

Once upon a time, blah blah blah a boy and a girl fell love and everything was beautiful and perfect, except for this thing called life getting in their way. 

He was this cool foreign prince and she was basically perfect. Really it's a very boring run of the mill story. I'll even spoil it for you, they kill the villainess at the end.

Not the type of story I'd read personally.


So where do I fit into this?

Apparently I'm her older twin sister and the very very lucky fiance to the foreign prince. You know, the dead villainess? Sucks I know. 

Now I get to do it all over again from the beginning.

Curse my life


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Updates at least 2x a week,

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Brett paced the kitchen for ten minutes before he went back outside and picked up a hammer and bucket of nails from the porch step. Andy followed him silently. The two men had worked together for many summers since Andy had shown up in Bindloss, checking animals and calving: they'd become friends, but Andy didn't know how to help his friend understand the kind of trauma the woman inside his house had gone through. He didn't need to hear the story to be able to tell it. 
 Brett held a two by four in place and started hammering a nail into place: the fence around the small garden had fallen into disrepair since his aunt wasn't around to tend it but doing something close to the house seemed important. Andy followed him, holding a board, checking to see if it was square: the two fell into a comfortable silence.

 Uncle Ned came back for lunch, saw Brett with Andy and noticed the tractor. The older man nodded and got up on the tractor without a word and went back to work. Brett kept watching for Anna. She finally came out on the porch, two hours later, rubbing her eyes and finally letting her own tears flow. She said she was sorry to Brett and he knew it was because she couldn't tell him. "She's asleep," she told him, "She'll be hungry when she wakes up, she said to tell you she wants a burger and orange pop," she looked at him quizzically when he chuckled, "she said you'd know where to find it."

 "I do," Brett forced a smile. "I can live without the details, Anna," he said, "But will she be okay and what does she need?"

 "Rest," Anna told him, "A lot of rest and a lot of gentleness and eventually counseling." She met his gaze straight on, "and for God's sake do not call her sunshine," she whispered the last word like it was evil, "I'd avoid the word all together." She opened the truck door, "And hide your electric razors and scissors," she glanced back toward the house, "I'm surprised she hasn't done it already, but she wants her hair gone, it's a horrible reminder of everything." She looked at her brother, "she knew about the baby, I told her about the procedure, she cried but said to say thank you." Andy nodded, he knew Anna would tell him what he needed to know after they'd left. 

 "Anna," Brett started but she stopped him. 

"Brett, that woman in there has been through hell, that's all I can tell you. She'll tell you more if, and when, she's ready. In the meantime: I've convinced her she needs to stay here, with you at the Bogs." Brett's head shot up, "She needs to rest, she needs to sleep in a bed where she'll feel safe. She can move around a bit: it will do her good, but you shouldn't let her go for walks outside the house alone any further than say the garden from your front porch."

 Brett nodded and waved as the twins drove away, jumped onto the porch in one step. He took off his boots and hat and walked quickly to the guest room. Maisey's eyes were closed, her cheeks stained with tears. He sat quietly in the wicker chair next to the bed rested his head on his hands and started to pray.

 "I'll be okay, Cowboy," she told him softly. Brett didn't know what to say back. "Any chance you brought in any of my stuff? I need a shower and a clean set of clothes. Judging by the smell of me I've been in these ones about a week."

 "I'll go get you anything you need," he told her, "even if I have to drive four hours to Medicine Hat to get it."

 She smiled, "I'll settle for the burgundy hiking pack that's in the bed of the truck and the blue tote it should be leaning on. Then once I've got those I'll need the two coolers, so I can go through the food. Anna says I'm not allowed to lift things for a couple days."

 He nodded and left the room, returning a few minutes later with the items she asked for. He helped her up from the bed and showed her where to find the bathroom and went back out to her truck. Uncle Ned met him in the yard. "Well?"

 "She's going to live." Brett told him.

"Thank God!" Ned responded, "Maybe now you'll stop moping about and get the work done!"

Brett smiled warmly at his uncle, "You okay with her staying for a while?"

"She in trouble?"

"Anna says she needs a lot of rest after what she's been through but can't say more than that."

"What's the girl say?"

"That she's not ready to tell a stranger who was brawling what or who left her in a bruised and broken state."

"Afraid you'll be just like him." Ned said astutely.

"I think so."

"Well, you'd best show her us Franks are not women beaters," Ned said matter-of-factly. "Anna say you need to stay close?"

"Yessir," Brett nodded, "She's afraid Maisey will overdo it." Ned nodded, "You're safe to go in for lunch now. I'll see to dinner once I bring in her coolers." Brett turned and then turned back, "Uncle Ned?" Ned turned with the screen door in hand, "Thank you for taking me in and raising me right. I could have been just like him." Ned gave a slight nod and went on to fix his lunch.

Maisey stood under the hot water for what seemed like forever. She let the steam wash away to tightness in her chest, the streaks of tears and dirt from her face. Eventually she lathered and washed her hair with some lavender scented shampoo her therapist had recommended, dressed, combed her hair and stepped out of the hall. She could hear movement in the direction Brett had said was the kitchen, but she escaped into the room she'd been staying in and sat down in the wicker chair instead. She'd left the door open: closed doors made her uncomfortable and she knew that eventually he would come check on her.

When he did it was to bring her a burger wrapped in paper towel and a glass of ice with a can of C-Plus: she laughed and took a big bite of the burger. She moaned. She could help herself: the burger was perfectly cooked and the cheese just barely melted, there was a hint of mayo and mustard with pickles and bacon but no lettuce or tomato. Smiling he left her to eat.

"Thank you." She said, bringing her plate and glass back to the kitchen. He nodded and continued slicing pickles until she touched his arm. "No, Brett, really thank you. You likely saved my life the other night."

"We don't have to talk about it," he told her, "I'm just glad you're okay."

"You're more intimidating in the daylight," she told him, changing the subject, "I don't remember you scowling."

He laughed, "I hadn't just realized we were down to our last two slices of bacon in the fridge," he told her with a straight face, "and with company around who likes bacon and cheddar burgers that's a problem!" Maisey couldn't help but laugh, "how can I help?" she asked.

"Sit," he told her, "Anna says you need rest."

"I've rested for nearly a week from what Anna tells me," she retorted, "I need to do something."

"My aunt used to say that when the body needed resting there were always blankets to stitch or socks to darn."

"I am useless at darning," she retorted, "but I can crochet. Where's her supplies?" Brett watched her to make sure she was serious, then lead her back to the room she'd been resting in and opened the closet. She gasped when she realized the closet opened up into a table and hid hundreds of balls of bright and dark colored yarns. Brett smiled at the pleasure she couldn't hide as she handled all the yarns and selected two and a hook then followed him back to the kitchen.

After a few minutes he realized that suggesting she crochet was a mistake. She was frustrated and struggling with the fractured hand. Fresh tears were welling in her eyes when he took the hook and yarn and set them aside. He wiped them with his thumbs holding her face in his hands and rested his forehead against hers. "It's okay." He told her. 

"I feel useless" she told him, "one more thing I loved that he took from me." She stopped herself from saying more.

"I know," Brett said. "Are you up for a little walk, I want to show you something." She nodded and took his hand when he offered it, feeling comfort in his nearness.

'Cunt,' came the whispered voice in her mind, 'useless, stupid, good for nothing bitch you can't get rid of me. I'll find you wherever you go.'  She froze as she fought to control the fear. Brett stopped and looked at her. He took her in both his arms and hugged her, he couldn't help himself, she looked so lost and scared standing frozen. She seemed startled by the action, fearful that he was going to hurt her and then relieved when she recognized him. He hid the anger that made him want to demand a name from her. She leaned into the hug carefully and whispered her thanks into his shirt as a tear slipped down her cheeks.

It was too much, Maisey realised. It was too much to hope that she could pretend it hadn't happened. It was too much to hope that being away could protect her any more than the restraining order had been able to. Without her therapist she didn't know if she could keep going and not fall back into another coma. She breathed in the smell of Brett: leather and animals, fresh air and Old Spice. She inhaled deeply, not caring that he knew she was drawing strength from the smell of him. Not realizing what having her so close and moaning from the joy of his scent was doing to him. He thought of cow manure and cleaning the slues pond.

Finally, she straightened and indicated they could keep going. He led her around the side of the house to where she saw a gently rocking swing, a bucket with hammer and nails was against one leg of the swing. She looked askance at him: "At night you've got a great view of Orion's belt all year long by sitting right there in that swing." He pointed, "It was my aunt's favorite place to sit with me and read."

"I used to read," she told him, "I haven't sat and enjoyed a book in a long time."

"I can go bring you one," he told her, "and cushions and a blanket for when you get cold."

"Will you sit with me?" she asked, he nodded so she agreed. They sat in silence for a while, the book in her hands. Brett stared out over the range remembering an earlier time in his life when it had been his aunt comforting him. "It's strange," Maisey said finally. "I don't usually talk to strangers, I've been very much on the move constantly since early March yet here I am with a guy I've really only known a few hours feeling as comfortable as if you were family." She cocked her head and Brett noticed gold flecks in her blue eyes.

Brett nodded and watched a small orange cat pawing at a rope left hanging on the nearest fence while it rolled in the dust below. He waited, he didn't know what to say: she was right, they were strangers, yet he felt as comfortable with her as he did with Ned. He wanted to protect her the way he would Anna or any of the other ladies he knew. A soft buzz interrupted his thoughts, he pulled his cell phone out of his chest pocket and answered it.

Maisey watched him talk without listening. He had brown hair, she could see now that he wasn't wearing a cowboy hat, and he was built the way all the cowboys she'd ever seen on TV were: skinny but muscular. His hands were calloused from hard work but soft like he must wear gloves to protect them. He had an early season tan with a white band across his forehead where his cowboy hat must block the sun from touching his face. He wore a dark t-shirt and jeans—she couldn't tell what brand, but it didn't matter: his boots completed the look, he was the cowboy she'd named him. 

Whomever was on the phone made him frown, something made her want to reach over and wipe away the frustration she was seeing there. She looked down at the book and read the title: The Astronaut's Wife. She dropped it like it was fire, letting it fall to the ground and started to walk as quickly as her ribs would let her go. She had to get away before the memories overwhelmed her.

When she found the drive way she kept walking, not stopping. She didn't have her keys, or she would have climbed into her truck and driven away. She wanted to run. She brushed unbidden tears away and just kept walking.

Brett knew the minute she stood up, but he didn't follow her, assumed she had to go to the bathroom, and kept listening to Andy's instructions for the summer inoculations for the herd. He stood and moved to the fence, looking down the length of it in both directions before he froze and hung up on Andy.

He stood watching for a minute before realizing she wasn't going to stop, swore and ran for his keys: she'd made it further than he thought she should have been able to considering her ribs. He climbed into the cab of his truck and drove after her, she didn't stop when he slowed so he pulled his truck in front of her and jumped out, "Stop Maisey."

"Get out of my way," she told him and tried to go around him: he put his hands on her shoulders and dropped them when she flinched. "Don't touch me!" she seethed and suddenly he realized she wasn't seeing him. It was a memory.

He softened his voice even though he wanted nothing better than to get back in his truck and hunt down the son of a goat who made her look so lost and scared. "Maisey you're okay now, it's Brett, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to take you back to the house so you can rest." He watched her blink, waited for her to scream at him or push him away, instead she fought the tears and the memories and reached for him. He pulled her into a hug and held her, stroking her loose hair, "You're safe with me Maisey." 

"I won't be safe anywhere until I can get it all out of my head," she whispered into his neck, letting him hold her and relishing in the safety she felt. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he told her. "Never be that."

She chuckled and leaned away from him, noticing that his chin rested lightly on her head, "How tall are you anyway?" she asked, "I'm almost 6 feet myself and it's not often I have to look up at someone."

Brett smiled back, "6'5" he told her. "It's actually quite the treat not to have to go down on both knees to talk to a woman," he teased, "You better now?" She smiled back at him and Brett knew if circumstances were different he'd want to kiss her, but they weren't so he kept his distance. "Can you get in the truck on your own or should I lift you in?"

She glared at him and he chuckled as she climbed into the cab, settling near the door on the other side. They returned to the house in silence and with a sad sigh she retreated to the room she'd woken up in claiming she needed to rest. Brett watched her go and felt her retreating from him.

He went back to work in the kitchen, getting dinner fixings ready and deep in thought. Maisey slept through dinner, Brett checked in on her a few times and called Anna to report on the day. Anna reminded him to encourage her to relax and rest then went to his room to shower and sleep knowing he had chores to do.

Leaving one life for a new start: city girl Maisey finds change in an out of the way town in an unexpected place. Can she find her way back or will she be forever lost?

It was 5:48 in the morning when you heard a knock on your apartment door. Stumbling out of bed, you rubbed your eyes to get the crust out. Who the heck is at my door so early in the flipping morning? You thought to yourself as you shuffled towards the door.

On the other side stood your boyfriend, dressed up in shorts and a white tee, holding two pieces of paper in his hand.

"What are you doing here?" You asked him, letting him come again.

"Surprise!" He said excitedly, kissing you on the cheek which took you by surprise.

Anything took you by surprise, to be honest. At the moment, you were half asleep, trying your best to keep your eyes open to look at your boyfriend.

"What?" You asked, in the midst of confusion.

"I got us tickets for Disney World!" He waved the paper in your face, and a little part of you wanted to kick him out just so you could catch more sleep.

"Baby, that's great. But do you know what time it is?" You yawned, walking away from him and back to your bedroom.

Jungkook follows behind, getting in bed with you. Your back is to his chest as he spoons you. "I just wanted to see your expression. I know it's your favorite place," he whispered, tightening his hold on you.

You hummed in response, showing him you were listening, even if it was just words going in your ears right now.

"I love you." He kissed your exposed neck.

"I know, Kook. I love you, too," you replied back before going back to sleep again.

When you woke up again, it was 8. The sun had already peaked. You felt around the bed, planning to find your phone but instead came in contact with flesh. Next to you laid a sleeping Jungkook. His mouth was slightly gapped open, his bunny teeth peeking out.

You let him sleep a while longer; waking him up now would not be the grandest of ideas. Rummaging through your closet, you managed to find a clean shirt and a pair of shorts, making a mental note to do the laundry or else you'd officially run out of clean clothes.

You let the shower run until it was warm enough to step in. In the loudness of your humming and the water running, you didn't notice Jungkook sneaking in the shower with you. A pair of arms slipped around your soapy waist. You slightly jumped up, but Jungkook's deep morning voice caused relief to wash over you.

"Why didn't you wake me up to take a shower with you? Saving water is important," he said, grabbing the shampoo and pouring a bit on your head.

"You were sleeping so adorably, I couldn't wake you up. Plus, I figured you needed all the energy you could get for Disney World today." You motioned Jungkook to turn around so you could scrub his back, and get a peek at his nice butt.

"I can feel you staring at my ass," he said, which made you snap out of it. You blushed as Jungkook turned around and got a good look at you.

"You stare at my ass all the time!" The water was almost running cold. And you realized how long you had stayed in the showers. You managed to wash off the shampoo from your hair and the soap on your body before wrapping yourself up in a towel and leaving Kook with the cold water.

"Correction, your ass is mine." You smiled and at the same time turned a bright red at his words.

"Don't increase my water bill," you replied back, walking out of the bathroom to change in the bedroom. While walking away, it was positive you could feel Jungkook looking at your butt.

You found a pair of undergarments that went while with your high waisted shorts and sleeveless top. Kook opened the bathroom door just as you slipped on your shorts, allowing him to get a glimpse of your black lace undies.

"Damnit, I missed the show," he said, causing you to turn around to see the glory that was the golden maknae. Standing in just a towel that was wrapped around his waist, Jeon Jungkook almost made you not even want to leave the bedroom.

"Hurry up, slowpoke. I want to get there early!" You told him, grabbing a string bag and putting in the essentials. Portable chargers, wallet, sunscreen, hat, sunglasses...

"It's like a 5-minute drive down to Disney World," he said.

"There's parking, and making it into the park, and waiting in line for the rides!"

Jungkook closed the bathroom door and held you close to his body. "Baby, relax. We'll get there."

He kissed your forehead and all the simple, unnecessary worries disappeared.

In the blazing hot sun, standing in line for Space Mountain was so not the move. You could tell that Kook was getting a little impatient with how slowly the line was moving, the heat of the sun added on.

"How much longer?" He whined.

You chuckled, wiping away a strand of hair that stuck onto his forehead. "Just a while longer."

The line moved by a couple of centimeters and you gave him another reassuring smile. That's probably the most frustrating thing about theme parks; waiting in line was a struggle. Fast passes are a thing, sure, but is the extra money really worth it?

Despite the heat that was annoying the two of you, Jungkook hugged you from behind, putting his head on your shoulder.

He yawned into the crook of your neck. "You should've slept a little more," you teased.

"And skip out on showering with you? No way," he said, quietly so no one around would hear.
The line moved again and you could almost see the place where the actual ride was.

"Remind me to buy fast passes next time," Jungkook said to you.

"Not worth the money," you replied to him.

"This wait is not worth it," he said. "Plus, the money is not a problem."

You glared at him in a disappointing way. You never really liked it whenever he boasted about his money status, it made you feel lower than him, even if he didn't mean to make you feel that way. He quickly took notice and said something else to make up for it.

"No fast pass. But, you can't stop me from spending my money on the things I want to." He pulled you a little closer to his body.

"Kook-"

"And yes, that means you."

You discreetly rolled your eyes. It felt like such a sugar daddy relationship with you two. You told Jungkook that you didn't need him to buy you pretty or expansive things, but he always insists. You wouldn't give him up for the world, though.
The two of you were the next ones to get on the ride. Jungkook was just a bursting bubble of happiness; it was like going to the theme park with your little brother and not your boyfriend.

"What do you wanna do after this?" He asked you.

"Find a place with AC. The heat is way too much for me."

"Sorry, I'm here." It took a second for the joke to settle in, and once it did, you stared at Kook with the most revolted look ever.

"That was so bad." You commented.

"But you liked it," he replied.

The ride returned back to the station. The gate was opening, and instead of answering Kook, you got in your seat.

"Whoever screams first loses," he said.

"What does the winner get?" You asked.

The ride attendants were going around and checking to see if the harnesses were safely secured.

"Loser has to buy the winner anything they want here," he said.

It was such a simple bet. And you really wanted a pair of mouse ears.

"Deal," you said as the ride took off.

You bit your lip as an attempt to hold in the scream that wanted to escape your lips at the drop. When you did hear a scream, it came from Jungkook and not you.

You gleamed proudly after the ride as your boyfriend tried to play it off.

"That scream came from a bee being near me and not the ride," he said.

"You still screamed first though," you smirked.

"But between the two of us, we all know who screams the loudest," Jungkook smirked back which caused your eyes to widen and a slap on his arm.

"Kook!"

"What? It's the truth."

You groaned, causing Jungkook to pull you into his arms and kiss the top of your head. "I like that sound too."

"I swear to-"

His lips landed on yours and your train of thought disappeared.

"Now, what does my baby girl want?"

♡♡♡
Nothing's been proofread, sorry for the mistakes.

A bunch of one-shots and drabble for BTS!

Adam proudly showed off his car and Abby felt her heart burst. Too cute! How was she supposed to handle a cuteness attack of this level?
Katie mock whispered, "He shows it to everyone he likes."
It was official. She melted into a puddle of sentimental goo. Her nephew liked her right off the bat! He was very trusting considering his mother barely told him they were family, which proved he was a happy and well-adjusted kid.
What kind of childhood did he have living out here in the middle of nowhere? Katie had obviously commissioned that toy for him but what about his other toys? Were there any picture books? What sorts of things did little kids even do in this world in the absence of a playground?
"Who made it for you?" Abby asked, gesturing to the car.
Katie was a bit embarrassed. "Ah, I got one of the carpenters who moved here from Rowenhilde to do it. He made a few others toys like this for him and other kids started wanting them too so now there are wooden cars all over town. We even started selling them in bulk to the merchants who pass through here after one of them bought one on a whim for his grandson."
Wow. Such a small thing ended up widespread because she wanted something familiar for her son to play with. Abby couldn't help but wonder exactly how much influence her sister had managed to have on this world by accident.
She was very curious about Katie's life here and wanted to know more. Seeming to sense this, Katie excused them (Al and Blaise were still deep in discussion) and showed her around the house.
In addition to a modern bathroom, there was also a fairly modern kitchen. There wasn't a microwave or a proper fridge but Katie explained that there was an ice box of sorts in the cellar outside for keeping things cold.
Adam had a few more familiar toys as well. His wooden car wasn't the only vehicle he had. There was also a wagon pulled by a wooden horse and a rudimentary truck. He had a teddy bear too; stuffed animals did exist here though bears weren't the most popular. Most children had stuffed rabbits for some reason.
There were also wooden blocks to build towers and bridges with. Everything else appeared to be carvings of various animals found in the mountains, such as deer.
"You guys use a lot of wood, don't you?" Abby asked dryly.
Katie shrugged. "We're surrounded by trees; lumber is one of our best resources. Wait until you see the wooden playground I convinced someone to build! All the kids in town love it."
She was fairly certain she knew what kind of playground her sister was talking about. When they were younger, they visited a historical park where the playground was almost entirely made of wood and shaped a bit like a castle. They used rubber and plastic a little bit for slides and rope courses but that was it.
Her sister wasn't the most creative person in the world by any means but she was full of a lot of random knowledge. Getting other more talented people to act on that knowledge had yielded quite the results and she had hardly seen anything yet.
"What other things have you convinced people to make for you?" Abby asked in awe.
It was a lot more than expected. Katie told her how this started when she was still back in the palace because she wanted sweaters and fuzzy pajama pants to get through the winter. While she was still there, she also commissioned a hat loom to be made so she could crochet.
Abby already knew that because of the novel, as well as the attempts at pizza and hamburgers. What she didn't know was everything that happened after coming to the Kanta region.
Since coming here Katie had worked together with a variety of people to create street lamps, light bulbs, a hydroelectric generator, children's toys, swing sets, different types of handy kitchen utensils such as oven mitts, and more. She even managed to improve on the makeshift snow clothes she had made back in the palace.
She also created the concept of a public library and recruited a few talented minds to help her create fun little picture books for children. The children's books that existed here were almost entirely of the educational variety, aside from a few traditional stories that were meant for older children to read on their own.
When she realized she was pregnant not long after moving here, Katie refused to let her child live in a world without age-appropriate fiction. She found a few people who were good at drawing to turn traditional oral children's stories into book form.
Under her guidance—apparently she had read a ton of Wikipedia articles about the history of crayons, colored pencils, and markers out of boredom while laid up in bed several years ago—a few innovators had managed to recreate those as well.
The first books made solely for the Kanta were painted or colored in with markers or crayons. but once they began mass producing them and had to use a printing press they were all too bulky. Once the traders found out about these books and wanted some for their own children, the business grew. 
There was now a full printing press/publishing office set up in town. They used engraving plates to mass produce illustrations and had to use colored pencils to color everything in by hand because they were the thinnest tool available. 
Katie confided that the Kanta became much more involved with the outside world largely because they needed to trade for materials to help recreate things from home but that it had ended up benefiting everyone involved. Unbelievable. An entire economy set up because of the desire for some kids' books.
Abby was astounded by how much she had accomplished in such a short time. A mind like hers had been wasted back in their world.
She majored in political science because it was one of the shorter programs and her health made taking on more than twelve credits per semester difficult. She had no idea what she wanted to actually do with her life and ended up taking the first part-time job she could find post-graduation.
A benefit of working in a school is that you have a lot of time off. Three day weekends, spring break, Christmas break, summers… Katie admitted that she went with that job in no small part because of all the time off for doctors' appointments, physical therapy, and plain old recovering from exhaustion.
Her time was entirely consumed by going to work, going to the doctor, and consuming as much media as possible. Because she was a curious soul, instead of wasting all of her time on Netflix like some people she primarily focused on nonfiction.
Her memory for details was incredible. There was no way Abby would have been able to remember enough about random things like crayons and markers enough to actually make one later.

Katie Pullman, a chronically ill girl who spends her life immersed in fiction, suddenly finds herself inside a novel she has read. Thrown right into the thick of things, she desperately tries to keep the plot intact but happy endings aren't always as they seem...

The virtuous lamia screamed miserably, her expression very vivid.
After she 'died', she lay on the ground, completely still…
She took playing dead very seriously! Furthermore, her skill in playing dead was becoming better and better, becoming more and more realistic.
This scene was instantly transmitted through the frame of the 'Profound Sage-Level Speech' to all the practitioners in the universe.
The sudden change that occurred to the virtuous lamia had startled all the practitioners in the universe.
What had happened?
What happened just now? Why did Profound Sage Tyrannical Song's golden light of virtue suddenly scream and fall backwards? Could it be that someone had taken advantage of the 'Profound Sage-Level Speech' to sneak attack Tyrannical Song?
Who was it? Who decided to interrupt Tyrannical Song's 'Profound Sage-Level Speech'?
[That's bad, Profound Sage Tyrannical Song's golden empress of virtue suddenly died during his 'Profound Sage-Level Speech'!]
At this time, many practitioners that didn't understand much about the 'Profound Sage Speech' became angry. It wasn't easy to get the chance to hear such a great speech, yet someone had actually dared to interrupt it? This wasn't something that the myriad practitioners in the universe would let go! This guy was seeking death!
Song Shuhang: "..."
Never would he have expected that the unique hobby of the virtuous lamia would come out right as he was about to end his 'Profound Sage-Level Speech'. The originally dignified 'empress' of a virtuous lamia had turned into a jokester in an instant.
Elder sister, my dear elder sister, couldn't you just stay still for a few more seconds and let me finish my 'Profound Sage-Level Speech'?
Song Shuhang was filled with all sorts of feelings.
Afterward, he sped up his talking speed, quickly narrating the last part of what he remembered of Cheng Lin's speech, ending his own speech.
Cheng Lin's original speech was in some ancient language, and since Song Shuhang had translated it into Mandarin, it inevitably led to the loss of some nuances, which greatly reduced the effect of the speech. Still, even so, the speech was at the 'Tribulation Transcender level'.
At the end of his speech, Song Shuhang made a daoist seal with his hand, smiled, and then slowly closed his eyes.
A perfect ending.
The practitioners from all over the universe weren't willing to accept it, but the 'Profound Sage-Level Speech' had already ended, and they couldn't just force Song Shuhang to continue. Furthermore, besides Profound Sage Tyrannical Song, there were still three other Profound Sages who were going to give their speeches soon. Although they seemed a little cowardly, they were still Profound Sages… What they were going to say couldn't be too bad, right?
Therefore, all the practitioners in the universe could only silently look at Song Shuhang's figure as it gradually became vague and transparent, looking very reluctant.
"Wait, everyone, did you notice? While giving his speech, Profound Sage Tyrannical Song made a daoist seal with his hand! That was a daoist seal, and not a buddhist one!" Some people with sharp eyes had noticed this point.
"Now that you say that... Profound Sage Tyrannical Song's clothes also weren't like those worn by buddhists!"
"Furthermore, Profound Sage Tyrannical Song talked about the Daoist Canon, and not some buddhist scripture or sutra!"
"Although he was bald, perhaps Profound Sage Tyrannical Song was simply born without hair? Or it could be that he just likes being bald… Anyway, just because Profound Sage Tyrannical Song is bald, it doesn't necessarily mean that he's a buddhist."
"I also noticed that not only did Profound Sage Tyrannical Song not have hair on his head, but even his eyebrows and eyelashes weren't anywhere to be seen. Perhaps he isn't actually a baldy, it's just that all his hair had burned while going through the tribulation."
Many daoist cultivators began to read into these small details, and their conclusions had already gotten very close to the truth.
It was likely that there'd be much controversy whether Profound Sage Tyrannical Song was a [buddhist] or a [daoist] in the following period of time, and all would heavily discuss one issue: ❮Which faction is the first Sage in a thousand years, Profound Sage Tyrannical Song, really from?❯
"But just now, was there really someone that attacked Profound Sage Tyrannical Song? The golden empress of virtue behind him screamed miserably and then dropped to the ground, so something must have taken place!" some people said. "If none attacked, perhaps Profound Sage Tyrannical Song's speech would have lasted some mo—"
Those guys were still discussing when the golden empress of virtue behind the gradually-becoming-transparent Profound Sage Tyrannical Song suddenly came back to life.
After the virtuous lamia finished playing dead, she calmly got up again. Afterward, she stretched out her hand and fished in the air.
There were many fluctuating white lotuses in the air, which had appeared there when Song Shuhang was utilizing his 'Lotus Blossoming Tongue' skill. Originally, Song Shuhang was preparing to wait the end of the 'Profound Sage-Level Speech' to let these white lotuses vanish. But now, the virtuous lamia had suddenly stretched out her hand and picked them up, placing them into her mouth and starting to chew them.
The dignified aura of the golden light of virtue empress was completely gone.
Song Shuhang: "..."
The virtuous lamia ate very fast. Before Song Shuhang turned completely transparent, she was able to eat up all the white lotuses in the air.
All across the universe, the various practitioners were confused.
"Are the lotus flowers that appear when an expert gives a speech edible?" some people asked.
"Although there are no records about it, perhaps they are really edible!"
"Seeing the golden empress of virtue ate them with such satisfaction, perhaps they're really delicious?"
Another topic that was worth researching––❮Is the phenomena that an expert gives rise to during their speech edible? Also, will one's strength increase after eating such phenomena?❯
❄️❄️❄️
After the 'Profound Sage-Level Speech' ended, Song Shuhang let out a breath of relief.
He looked towards the virtuous lamia, feeling that she had evolved a little bit.
Just now, after the 'Profound Sage-Level Speech' ended, a vast amount of power of virtue poured into his body and was then absorbed by the virtuous lamia. She seemed to have become more lively after that.
Just now, swallowing Song Shuhang's lotus flowers seemed to be an instinctive action of the 'virtuous lamia', in an attempt to accumulate energy. Song Shuhang had a feeling that the virtuous lamia would be undergoing a much greater evolution soon.
Song Shuhang's issued an order, and the huge virtuous lamia slowly entered his body.
However, when she returned into Song Shuhang's body, the imperial hat on her head fell off, while the imperial robe disappeared.
Song Shuhang reached out to catch the wonderful imperial hat.
Where did this imperial hat originally come from? Previously, when the virtuous lamia put it on, large amounts of power of virtue had fallen on her body, giving the lamia the power to smash the 'hydrogen bomb' of the heavenly tribulation.
Now, when the imperial hat fell off, the power of virtue that the virtuous lamia had received from the imperial hat also disappeared. This portion of the 'power of virtue' didn't belong to the virtuous lamia, but rather to the imperial hat.
After the imperial hat fell, the power of virtue within it seemed to have been consumed for the most part. However, as time passed, the power of virtue inside should slowly recover.
In other words, this gadget was similar to energy-boosting equipment that would recharge over time. After putting it on, one would be able to use the large amount of power of virtue inside, and after the energy within was exhausted, it would slowly recover over time.
Generally speaking, such equipment was very valuable, and wasn't one-time use equipment.
❄️❄️❄️
Song Shuhang kept the imperial hat inside his 'magical bracelet', and then arrived beside the heavily damaged 'high-quality puppet'.
The high-quality puppet was already unable to move—its back had been completely destroyed, and its 'pseudo eternal furnace core' was also currently locked due to the overload.
After seeing Song Shuhang approaching, the orange eyes of the puppet slightly lit up.
"I'll store you away for the time being and find a way to repair you after we leave this place. How about it?" Song Shuhang said.
The light in the eyes of the puppet dimmed, and it entered standby mode.
Song Shuhang carefully placed it inside the size-reducing purse.
After doing all this, Shuhang turned to look at the two seniors who were holding their heads while squatting and the senior who was in a kneeling posture.
He was able to get through the 'Profound Sage-Level Speech' by being resourceful, but what were these three seniors going to do?
Song Shuhang only had one 'Cheng Lin's Speech', so he couldn't help the three seniors. Thereon, the only thing he could do was to silently offer the three seniors his blessings and wish them good luck.
❄️❄️❄️
The speech of the first Sage in a thousand years, Song Shuhang, had ended. Next up was the second Sage in a thousand years, 'Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman'.
Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman was in a coma. However, when the time for his speech came, a gentle power condensed between heaven and earth, pouring into Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman's body and waking him up.
His body was still very weak, but his consciousness had finally returned.
Eh? I returned to my senses? Was I resurrected? Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman wondered. A while back, they'd been completely unable to resist that terrifying wave of 'heavenly tribulation guided missiles' and 'heavenly tribulation tanks', and could only silently watch as they died.
They had failed to transcend the tribulation, but it was good that he was still alive.
Next time, he'd definitely have to find a place with no people and cautiously transcend his tribulation there. Or so Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman thought to himself.
At the same time, he examined his current condition to see in what shape he was after dying and getting revived.
While inspecting his body, Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman was shocked.
The 'innate true yuan' of the Fourth Stage had already changed into Fifth Stage 'spiritual energy'.
Not only that, there was also a Golden Core quietly floating in his original dantian.
There were many dragons moving about on this Golden Core.
A Golden core? Did I successfully transcend the tribulation? Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman couldn't believe it.
He then immediately began to count the number of dragon patterns on the golden core.
One, two, three… seven, eight!
Eight dragon patterns! He actually had a Golden Core with eight dragon patterns!
It was a huge surprise.
Besides this Golden Core with eight dragon patterns, there was also a 'seal' in his original dantian. If one were to carefully look it, they would be able to read the words [Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman] on it, which was his daoist name.
What is this seal? Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman was curious, so he used his consciousness to touch the seal.
In the next moment, many scenes flowed into his mind.
The first scene was when he lost consciousness under the assault of guided missiles and tanks. Then, a layer of light appeared on his body, and his body automatically took the initiative to assume that cowardly posture of holding one's head while squatting down.
Then came the scene of the 'hydrogen bomb' + Song Shuhang's golden light of virtue transforming into an empress and smashing the heavenly tribulation.
In the end… was the scene of him 'showing divinity in front of the masses'.
'Showing divinity in front of the masses'? Mom, what's all this about?
Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman was surprised at first.
Then, he burst into tears, and said, "I can't live on, I don't want to live anymore!
When Palace Master was in despair, more information flowed into his mind.
It was his turn to give the Profound Sage-Level Speech!
Profound Sage-Level Speech? Me? Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman was baffled.


One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques.
However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed... 

Les gens peuvent se dire que j'ai une vie de rêve à cause de la richesse dans laquelle je vis…. Ahah, je vous ris au nez. Quelle idée. C'est l'enfer ici. Personne n'aurait voulu être à ma place. Reniée et traitée comme une chienne. Ne connaissant personne. N'ayant plus rien. Ma mère est morte. Mon père est un lâche, ne m'assumant pas. Tout va mal pour moi. La seule bonne chose de ma vie, c'est ma dague. Quand j'avais 5 ans, j'ai fait toute une crise car je me sentais seule. Je voulais ma mère ou quelque chose qui y ressemble. Pour me calmer, un garde m'a donné une dague au hasard en me disant que ça appartenait à ma mère. Je ne suis pas idiote, je sais bien que c'est faux mais le fait qu'il m'ait offert quelque chose, même à contre cœur, qui ne soit pas de la nourriture pourrie, m'aide à ne pas craquer. On dirait que son pouvoir ne marche plus, hein ? J'en ai marre, j'en peux plus. Je préférerais mourir que d'être ici. Ce qui va se passer prochainement m'agace au plus haut point, je ne peux pas le supporter. Ils ont prévu de me marier au prince héritier (que je n'ai jamais vu de ma vie) pour préserver les gènes. Ils m'ont bien précisé de ne m'attendre à aucun pouvoir politique. Génial…. Pauvres débiles, dès que vous me sortirez de ma prison pour aller me présenter au prince héritier, je m'échapperai. J'ai juste à attendre… Encore. 

Je suis dans le carrosse… J'ai juste à attendre encore 2 petites minutes, le temps que ce véhicule passe la porte du château...….. Encore… un tout petit peu…. Okay, c'est parti! Je sors du carrosse à toute vitesse, surprenant les bonnes et les gardes. Je fonce vers la falaise qui est à une bonne centaine de mètres. Les gardes me suivent de près en criant "Arrête toi salope!!" comme si ça allait me faire changer d'avis.. J'arrive à 3 mètres de la falaise et je souris.. Pour peut être la première fois de ma vie, je souris. J'ai de l'espoir. L'espoir de pouvoir enfin mourir… Enfin. Je me retourne pour voir les gardes s'approcher tout doucement de moi en me chuchotant presque de revenir doucement par ici. Je souris en les fixant de mes grands yeux bleu-gris puis sans regret et sans attendre, je me laisse tomber de la falaise. Enfin, je… meurs… mais mon cœur bat à 100 à l'heure… 

….. Je suis pas morte. Argh. Je sens la douleur parcourir mon corps et mes muscles se tordre de douleur. Je tousse et mes poumons en payent le prix. Mais je n'arrive pas à ouvrir les yeux… Je sens une chaleur sur mes lèvres.... Eurgh, non… Ils m'ont retrouvée et essayent de me sauver pour après me torturer ?! Ou alors ils vont violer mon corps inerte ?! Putain, les salauds….. Je savais que ma vie pouvait être pire qu'elle ne l'était déjà… J'ai plus qu'à sauter d'une falaise encore une fois… Je sens mon esprit retomber dans l'insconcience…. J'espère… Mourir dans mon sommeil..

….. Toujours pas. Je savais que le Dieu était contre moi. Je ne peux jamais rien faire. Je ne peux même pas mourir en paix !!... Je soupire de désespoir en ouvrant TRÈS difficilement les yeux. Ce que je vis me surprit tellement que j'en clignais des yeux plusieurs fois. Ça tangue…. Et l'odeur et le bruit de la mer… Je suis sur un bateau ?.. C'est pas vrai, un marchand d'esclaves, je parie ! Je soupire une nouvelle fois avant de me redresser en grimaçant de douleur. Je suis dans un lit…. De qualité (drap en soie, couette en laine).... Ouh la. Je suis où ? J'entends des voix mais je ne les distingue pas.. Je ne connais aucune de ces voix. Putain, je suis où..? J'enlève ma couette et je vois que… J'ai été changée ? La robe de première qualité (avec pleins de froufrous et de ceinturons qui serrent) que m'avaient choisi les bonnes s'est changé en simple nuisette blanche.... Et sans sous-vêtements en plus ? Je me sens pas bien.. J'ai mal à la tête. On m'a violé puis c'était tellement bien que le mec a voulu me prendre pour épouse ?... J'en ai marre. Je comprends rien… Soudainement, me faisant sursauter, la porte s'ouvre sur un homme… Cheveux mi-longs noirs, yeux verts émeraude… Mais le plus choquant… C'est….C'est….UN PIRATE !!! Putain, j'ai vraiment pas de chances !!! Il a fallu que je tombe sur Cap'taine Crochet en personne… Je pâlis avant de soupirer une nouvelle fois en le regardant dans les yeux. 

Moi_ Je vais mourir ? S'il vous plaît, faîtes vite. 
Crochet_ Quoi ? Pourquoi je te tuerais après t'avoir sauvée ?
Moi_ Pourquoi m'avez-vous sauvée ? 
Crochet_ J'en avais envie. Et ton visage est plutôt beau. Tu ne voulais pas que je te sauves ?
Moi_ Non. 
Crochet_ T'as des yeux vides… 
Moi_ Vides ? 
Crochet_ Tu as l'air insensible.
Moi_ Merci. 
Crochet_ Ce n'est pas un compliment. Bref, lève toi et viens manger. 
Moi_ Je préfèrerais mourir de faim. 

Il ne m'écouta même pas et me prit le poignet pour me sortir de la salle. Je me laisse faire, c'est pas comme si j'avais la force de résister contre un pirate. D'ailleurs, il est plutôt bizarre.. Il ne m'a même pas demandé mon nom et ne m'a pas demandé pourquoi je voulais mourir… Je le regarde fixement, plutôt intéressée. Il me guidait à travers des couloirs en bois, des trappes et des échelles pour aller sur le pont. Je vois toutes sortes de pirates me regarder fixement ou me siffler mais je m'en fous complètement. On entre dans une salle qui est sûrement la salle à manger VIP. Ouais, VIP, parce qu'il n'y a que 7 places dont 2 vides. Sûrement pour moi et Cap'taine Crochet. J'avais raison, il me force à m'asseoir sur une chaise tandis qu'il s'asseyait près de moi. Les 5 personnes dans la salle me fixait silencieusement, coupant court à leur conversation. 

Crochet_ Hey, les gars. Voici la rescapée !.... Heu, c'est quoi ton nom ?
Moi_ ..... Mary. 

Je ne peux pas leur donner mon vrai nom. Si par pur hasard ils en viennent à en connaître sur moi, ils me vendrait au palais. Je les regarde fixement, les défiant du regard. Avec un peu de chance, s'ils me trouvent provocante, ils me tueront. 

Pirate1_ Elle a un mauvais regard. 
Pirate2_ Elle est super courageuse ! 
Pirate3_ Pourquoi elle flippe pas ? 
Moi_ Sinon quoi ? Vous allez me tuer ? Faites donc. 
Pirates1et2_ Mais !! T'vois comment elle parle ?!! Pourquoi tu la tues pas ?! 
Crochet_ Hum… Elle fait exprès, elle voulait mourir. Elle a sûrement tenté de se suicider. Puis pourquoi gâcher un si beau visage~ ? (en attrapant mon menton) 

Pauvre obsédé. 

Crochet_ Puis elle est intéressante, elle pourra nous être utile pour intégrer la capitale. 

Je me fige. La capitale ?.... Genre le château, la Cour etc ?... Putain, ils me connaissent tous là bas… Ils me dénonceront. 

Moi_ Il est hors de question que je pose encore un pied à la Capitale. 
Pirate1_ Ton avis ne compte pas. Mais dis moi… Madame ne serait pas une noble ? La façon de parler. Ses manières. Noble à 100%. Pourquoi une noble voudrait se suicider. 

Je fronce les sourcils en la regardant fixement. Oui, car c'était une fille, elle, une rousse. Les autres, c'était des hommes, un blond et un brun. Comme on dit, les femmes sont plus perspicaces, hein ? Je reste silencieuse en la défiant du regard. 

Crochet_ C'est vrai, je me disais bien qu'elle était étrangement très polie en étant hyper franche en même temps. 
Moi_ (détourne le regard en haussant les épaules) Pensez ce qui vous plaît. Je ne pense pas avoir à devoir vous donner mon identité précise. Vous ne me connaîtriez pas de toute façon. 
Blond_ Haha~! Mais je connais tous les nobles aux cheveux argentés, des enfants illégitimes du roi aux petits nobles de campagne, ma petite Mary~. D'ailleurs, il n'existe aucune noble argentée nommée Mary, menteuse. En tout cas, pas de ton âge. 

Tch… Il bluffe à coup sur mais mon cœur a raté un battement en entendant "enfants illégitimes". Il l'a sûrement remarqué car il me regarde malicieusement. Je soupire. 

Moi_ Je m'appelle Cassandra. {#mensonge} 
Blond_ Okay, moi, je dis : vendons-la au château !! On va se faire une de ces tunes ! 
Crochet_ Quoi ? Pourquoi ? Qui est-elle ? 
Blond_ QUOI ?! Mais ils en parlaient partout aux infos, imbécile ! C'est la fille de la duchesse qui s'est enfuie !
Crochet_ Une fille de la cour, donc… 
Rousse_ Pourquoi tu veux te suicider alors que tu es bientôt la duchesse !? 

Oula… De quoi parlent-ils ? Moi ? Duchesse ? … Ils doivent me confondre mais bon, moi ça me va s'ils confondent. Quelle belle bande d'imbéciles. 

Moi_….?....... Heu… parce que que je suis bientôt la duchesse, peut-être ? Vous ne comprendriez pas même si je vous le disais. Je ne vous connais même pas. 
Blond_ Je suis Hayes! 
Brun_ Je suis Ren..
Rousse_ Tch… Kelly.
Crochet_ Et moi…. T'as pas besoin de savoir. 
Moi_ Donc tu seras Capitaine Crochet à vie. C'est à toi de voir. 
Blond_ Oh , bien trouvé ! 
Crochet_ (roule des yeux en ricanant) Apparemment. 

Il me frustre, le Crochet.

Durant toute ma vie, je n'ai rien fait. Je n'ai fait qu'obéir aux ordres qu'on me donnait. Ou faire ce qu'il semblait bien pour les autres. J'étais tellement naïve… Naïve… J’ai découvert un tout autre monde maintenant. Et je sais que ma place est parmi eux. Avec lui.. Vous voulez connaître mon histoire ? Ce sera long à raconter mais je ferai de mon mieux~. 

Lisez le prologue ?

The enormous blue beast paused on a wild grassland, where the man in the leather jacket was gliding in the air while maintaining his altitude. His figure was like a bat as he entered the Senior Hunter's vision, looking quite small against the background of the area.
Suddenly, a strong blast erupted on the grassland. The shockwave from it caused the grass to bend ninety degrees flat as it swept through the surroundings.
"Yao Nan, watch out!" the Senior Hunter warned.
"What do you mean...Oh hell no, he's right under me!"
"Big guy, save him!" the Senior Hunter yelled.
The giant blue beast kicked the ground, and its hill-sized figure leapt into the air. The jump covered a distance of one kilometer from the edge of the grassland.
It made another jump, whose figure cast a huge shadow across the place under the moonlight, landing close to the center of the grassland. The distance that it covered with two jumps was absolutely insane!
ROAR!
In the midst of a powerful gust of wind, something slammed right into the winged man. He dropped rapidly at a slanted angle and slammed right into the ground, leaving a huge gouge in the ground behind him. He finally stopped after sliding a great distance across the ground.
"Yao Nan, are you alright?" the Senior Hunter on the huge beast asked.
"Still...still alive… that guy is very strong, be careful!" Yao Nan said.
"The test subject this time was an Advanced magician. All his three of his Elements have mutated. Since he was already an Advanced magician to begin with, the monster he transformed into is surely going to be more terrifying!" the Senior Hunter said.
"You should really end the experiment as early as possible. This is too scary. I can easily handle a few Advanced Magicians on my own, but this monster..."
The Senior Hunter did not respond to Yao Nan's comment, as he was being stared at by a pair of bloodshot eyes.
The enormous blue beast was considered quite outstanding among Commander-level creatures. Normally, beasts with weaker strength would shiver in fear when they saw it, but the monster did not show any sign of fear at all. Instead, it seemed like it was ready to kill!
"Yao Nan, this place is close to the railway. You should head there and keep an eye out, to prevent the shockwaves of the battle from involving the innocent," the Senior Hunter said after a while.
"Roger!"
"Let me handle this monster!" The Senior Hunter's gaze turned cold as brilliant Star Patterns appeared close to his body.
Not only did the Star Patterns appear below his feet, there were also around his body and above his head. The speed he aligned the Stars was absolutely nuts.
Furthermore, a mysterious pattern was also drawn to align the different Star Patterns, causing the Stars to cross paths with one another like meteors. The amount of Stars was enough to fill the entire sky...
In the distance, Yao Nan shook his head when he saw brilliant Star Patterns rising up around the Senior Hunter and said, "A Senior Hunter is indeed out of my league, using an Advanced magic as his first move!"
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The moonlight reflected on the metallic surface of the white railcar. The coaches of the railcar traveled rapidly across the boundless field. It did not slow down, even when it was going into turns. It was leaving a white glow behind on the vast land due to its speed.
Yao Nan clenched his chest. Blood could be seen from his mouth as he was flapping his wings while maintaining his position above the railcar.
A strong wind blew due to the insane speed of the railcar, leaving Yao Nan's hair disheveled.
Yao Nan began to cast his magic. He was casting the Water Curtain of the Water Element to protect the entire railcar.
"Damn it, it's coming!" Yao Nan quickened his pace.
The Water Curtain was a giant water barrier. The water screen sparkled in the moonlight, forming a waterfall flowing from the front to the back of the railcar along its roof.
Deep cracks began to appear on the ground close to the railway. Some parts even began to crumble, forming a canyon as a violent quake came from afar.
With a closer look, one could see the shockwave was spreading rapidly from the spot where the Senior Hunter was fighting the monster. The railcar was at least two kilometers away, and it was obvious that the Senior Hunter was not the person responsible for the shockwave. It was enough to highlight the utterly terrifying destructive force the monster had.
The Water Curtain vibrated vigorously as the shockwave collided with it, feeling like it was on the verge of breaking.
"Such incredible force? How is it so strong ,even when we're so far away? What exactly has the military done?" Yao Nan blurted out with a hint of worry when he saw his Water Curtain almost shatter.
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The Magic Association of the capital was located inside an ancient palace, and so it was also referred to as the Magic Palace.
The Magic Palace and the Oriental Pearl Tower were considered the strongest Magic Associations in the country, and were incredibly famous across the entire world.
The Magic Palace consisted of an ancient courtyard, pagodas, sculpted hills, and arbours.
The west pagoda currently had four people seated around a wooden table. The person pouring tea was a middle-aged man, wearing an ancient hat. His sideburns were already turning white, but there were no wrinkles on his face.
Meanwhile, the person with his hands on the table as he sat sideways looked like a fighting man or soldier, based on his attire. It was obvious from the number of badges that his achievements were quite formidable.
Sitting opposite the soldier was the old professor, Qiu Yuhua, who was finishing his sip of the tea. Despite that, he was not really interested in the tea.
"What's with the matter now? None of us should be considered at fault," the half-aged man with the hat said.
"I'm not sulking, but it has escalated to the question of where should we draw the line. I've already made it clear that you will not get your hands on him. End of discussion! General Lu Nian, enough with your arrogance, and stop trying to proclaim that you're doing it for the country or the human race. In the end, you're only doing something that the Black Vatican would do! The chairmen of the Magic Associations from all five continents have made it clear that they won't accept it as a new magic Element. What you're trying to do is demonic, you will definitely pay for what you've done!" Qiu Yuhua burst out, scolding the man without mercy.


He woke up in a familiar world that had vastly changed.

His familiar school had become a mystical school that teaches magic, encouraging everyone to become a mighty magician.

Outside the city, many wandering magical beasts and monsters attacked and preyed on humans.

His world of advanced science changed into one that praised magic. Despite this, his ambition in life, and his social status remained the same; one of the dregs of the society with a struggling father and a disabled step sister that couldn’t walk.

However, Mo Fan found that when most people could only practice a single major element of magic, he was a Versatile Mage!

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