"Mana" the tailor journeys the perilous world together with an overgrown human-sized fairy named Hina in order to tell everyone of his great deed: Killing 7 with one stroke of a cloth piece. He fights giants, ogres, trolls, dragons; Kisses dead and sleeping princesses; saves little children from wolves and witches and many more.

Based on the German fairy tales collected by the Grimm Brothers.

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Takumi was deep asleep, but she could still hear the whispers, though not as clear as when she was awake.
"Lentils..."
"...twig that strikes your hat..."
"Ashes."
Takumi's eyes opened, and she weakly shook Yandere, but he didn't stir. She sat up a bit to look at him, but he was covered in a thin layer of a sweet smelling ash. It still smelled like fire, but like burnt sugar.
Now that she was awake, she could feel the oppressive energy in the hospital, even as the entire thing was silent. Takumi struggled to sit up all the way, finally managing it, but even the simple motion left her out of breath and tired.
"As they passed the hazel tree, the two pigeons cried out."
"Punished with blindness..."
Takumi's body throbbed as she realized what was happening. There was a Tale in the hospital.
Takumi reached to the bedside table and grabbed her glasses, slipping them on her face, the room coming into focus. Above her was a sparkling, thin layer of water, the barrier that Yandere managed to put up before the enchanted ash put him in a slumber.
Takumi's body ached as she swung her legs over the edge of the mattress, her legs shaking like a newborn fawn's. She bit her lip. There was no way she could defeat a Grimm Tale on her own in this condition.
But Takumi still stood, using the IV pole to support her weight, tearing out the needles for the other machines as she staggered into the hallway.
"Grimmmmm....."
"Grimmmmm is herrrrrrre." 
Takumi followed the whispers, barely noticing the barrier of water moved with her, shielding her from the rain of ash coming down everywhere. Nurses were asleep on the floors, Doctors asleep in the wards, patients asleep in the waiting rooms.
And Takumi just kept walking, down, down, down, until the voices calling out to the bloodline of Grimm got clearer. As she made it to the last floor, she realized where she was. She was in the hospital morgue. Of course the Grimm Tale would be in the creepiest part of the hospital. At this rate, Takumi's body would just add to the contents of the room.
"Grimmmmmm isssss clossssssse."
Takumi gulped before moving forward again. But as she moved toward the back of the room, the barrier started to dissolve around her. And everywhere the ash touched, her body got ten times heavier. "N...o..." Takumi whispered as she fell to the ground, every cell in her body begging her to stop moving and just sleep. "S...no...w..."
.
"You're surprisingly complacent, Snow White," Red commented, watching him from the corner of his eye.
"Am I? I haven't noticed," Snow replied, petting one of his favorite snakes. The Black Mamba hissed in pleasure as it rubbed its head against Snow's hand.
"Why?"
"Excuse me?" Snow asked, turning to face Red.
"Why are you following her instructions? Why are you waiting to eat her heart? I thought that was the only thing you wanted in the world."
Snow bit his lip, still stroking the snake. "There's something about her. She's hiding things from us, but it's almost like her words ring with truth."
Red laughed quietly. "You're much more like her than you think, then. She has the crazy ability to tell when people are lying. Maybe this is your fated Master, Snow. One that can finally break all of our curses forever."
Snow just laughed to himself. "Sure." He just turned back to the beakers laying on the table, full of venom and Snow's own blood. As he worked, creating new poisons, his mind was racing. Something felt wrong. He didn't know what, just that something about the atmosphere was wrong.
'S...no...w...'
Snow White dropped the beaker, the glass shattering and its contents splattering the carpet. He felt the pull of the bond, the red strings of fate that wrapped around him, and he pulled back, following them.
"Snow? What's going on--?" Red started, but before she could finish her sentence, Snow was gone.
.
"Grimmmmm?! Arrrre you herrrrrrree yetttt? Commmme, and hellllpppp mmmeeeee cleeeaaan..."
Takumi struggled to keep her eyes open, giving up on moving entirely. She couldn't close her eyes, or she would fall asleep. If she fell asleep, the Tale would destroy the hospital.
"Well, what happened to that willpower that broke through my poison, hmm?"
Takumi turned her head slightly to find Snow White standing next to her. "Sn...ow." Her eyes fluttered, narrowing in exhaust.
Snow grit his teeth lifting his wrist to his mouth and using his sharp canine to slice into the flesh along his wrist. A mouthful of blood, and he brought his lips to hers, letting the blood flow into her mouth.
Takumi choked, the taste of blood, the single reason she did not eat meat, flooded into her mouth. Snow's hand was over her mouth, keeping her from spitting it out, so she had no choice but to choke it down. She felt like puking her guts up, but the drowsiness instantly faded, full control of her limbs returning.
"Better?" Snow asked, pulling a switchblade from the folds of his dress.
Takumi stood shakily, still weak. "Yes."
"My special power is poison. My blood is a cure-all antidote for basically any poison. As such, I am immune," he said, flipping the blade out.
Takumi nodded, taking the Grimmoire from her pocket. It grew to normal size as she unlatched the cover. She watched it fly open to the blank page before thinking. She'd heard parts of the story... and they seemed very familiar.
"Any idea of who we're facing?"
"Some," Takumi replied, starting to walk further in. She didn't completely trust Snow, but their goal was to Purify the Tale. If he didn't kill her during this mission, then she would get him a new poisonous snake.
Takumi eyed the serpent sitting across Snow's shoulders warily before shaking her head and focusing on the growing smell of fire. Her only concern was that Snow wouldn't be strong enough to hold this one back.
"Are you doubting my capability?" he asked.
Takumi blinked and looked at him. "How did you know?"
"The look on your face said it all."
"Ah. Yes, I am. Yan is probably the strongest..."
Snow sighed. "God, this is hard to explain when you have no family left. Basically, the more told the Tale is, the stronger they are. Snow White, Red Riding Hood, The Frog Prince, Sleeping Beauty, et cetera, are all constantly repeated by you humans. Therefore, we are the most powerful. However... The White Bride... is much more powerful than I would have thought for a Tale that doesn't get told often..."
Takumi nodded. She smiled slightly. "You'll have to explain more of this to me after we Purify the Grimm Tale. Thanks, Snow."
He watched her for a few seconds before huffing. "It's Your Highness."
Takumi laughed quietly. She had an idea of what this journey with the Grimm Fairy Tales would end. All she had to do was stop the person Restoring the Tales, and find a way to release them all permanently.
Takumi coughed into her hand as the smoke got thicker. She squinted through the thick gray mass, trying to get some visual of what she was about to face.
"Watch out!" Snow barked, grabbing Takumi by the collar and forcing her down, barely avoiding the glass shards that shot out of the gloom.
"Hehehe, Grimmmm is herrrre. Lettt me eatttt your hearrrrrtttttt..."
A glass sword came down through the smoke, stopping just short of Takumi's face, blocked by a bloodred sword.
"Grimm's heart is mine, sorry," Snow growled, deflecting the sword and stabbing into the smoke. The tip of the blade dripped red when he drew it back, revealing that he'd struck true.
Something in the gray clouds screamed, and Takumi stumbled back as Snow rushed forward. "Work on Purifying it!" he called. "Leave the Tale to me!"
Takumi sat on the cool cement to reserve her strength as she searched her memory for the right fairy tail.
Snow jumped from the smoke a few times, a clinking shadow sometimes appearing. The sound of high heels on the cement rang through the otherwise dead silent hospital morgue. 
But then a hoarse cry of pain split the silence, raising the hair on the back of Takumi's neck.
And those heels were getting ever closer.
Takumi backed up, until her hand brushed against a dead body draped with a white sheet. She recoiled from the stiff body. Takumi barely had the chance to blink before something cool and hard slammed into her throat, pressing her against the floor.
"Grimm! Get out of here!"
Takumi stared up into the strange clear dark eyes above her, at the long silver-white hair swirling around her.
"Grimmmmmm, won't you joinnnnn meeeeee ffffforrrrr a dance...???"
Takumi gasped in a breath as the cool shoe pressed harder, lights flashing before her eyes. No, not flashing... the shoe was reflecting. Struggling, Takumi forced her last breath out of her lungs in a great rush of words. "When evening came, she wanted to leave, but the prince didn't want to let her go. So she broke free, running too fast for the prince to catch her. But he'd laid a trap; he's spread pitch on the stairs, and her shoe stuck fast."
"Ssssssshut uppppp!" the Tale screamed, stomping on Takumi's throat.
Takumi gasped in pain, refilling her lungs, and as that glass boot came down again, she cried, "Cinderella!"
"Noooooooooo!!!"
Takumi crawled a few feet away, hand touching her throat gingerly as the book absorbed the threads of black particles. But before even two thirds of the black was absorbed, she shut the book, the latch snapping shut by itself. She lay on the cold concrete, exhausted, when a pair of strong, thin arms picked her up. "How is your injury?" she asked tiredly.
"Not bad. It'll heal up in less than an hour, if I stay next to you and the book," Snow replied, his eyes fixed ahead.
"Takumi? Takumi!"
"And the noise starts up again," he muttered.
Takumi smiled slightly. "Snow?"
"Hmm?"
"Thanks. Thanks for everything," Takumi said, meeting his shocked eyes. She suppressed a laugh as he looked away, cheeks turning pink.
"Whatever. It's only because I won't get to eat your heart if you die to another Tale," he muttered. "Now stop talking. Go to sleep."
"Will you be there when I wake up?"
Snow looked into those two-color eyes, thinking suddenly that she looked so fragile, so young. "I'll be there."
"Don't lie," she whispered.
A smile twitched at the corner of his lips. "I promise I'll be there."
"Thanks."
Snow felt her fall asleep, and as he did, he felt something in him starting to change, too. He still wanted her heart, just in a different way. He wanted to protect that heart, to guard that little bit of goodness that remained in the world.
Just then, Yandere ran into the morgue, features softening from cold panic to a warm relief as he saw the girl in Snow's arms. He walked beside Snow as they walked through the hospital, back to the ward. "Thank you, Snow White."
"What for?" he asked in reply.
"For saving the light of the Grimm Tales. For protecting her." His eyes were tender as he watched Takumi, full of two kinds of love.
"She's my Master. It's my duty," Snow replied.
Yan laughed, making Snow tilt his head.
"What's so funny?"
Yan smiled as he replied, "You're changing, Snow White. Your frozen heart is starting to thaw. We once believed that we, the Tales, could never change, would be forced to hurt ourselves and our own kind for eternity, but we finally found someone who will save us. She loves the Tales, and I think that love may be able to erase the hate we hold for the world." He glanced back at Snow as he walked ahead. "You know, I think we all hunger for Grimm's heart. Just... in a different way that we believed."
Snow watched Yan walk ahead, thinking about what he'd just said. His eyes widened as he realized what was different about this master than the others.
Snow had never experienced unconditional love before. So he was shocked just how warm the love this girl offered was. He smiled to himself. Unbelievable.
But maybe... this love wasn't so bad.

A girl who can't be lied to, and a mission full of things she thought never existed.
Takumi Saeo, a 15 year old transfer student from Kyoto to London, must purify the Grimm Tales from their Restored state the Handler put them in.
However, if only a descendant of Grimm can Purify the Tales, wouldn't it stand that only a descendant of Grimm can Restore them...?
Lies, betrayal, broken vows, and battles to save the world from darkness.
Which side of Grimm will win?

I went quickly to my room. I didn't want my fresh idea to get lost somewhere in my head. I took a piece of paper and... went stupid. I know many Polish works, thanks to my memory I can rewrite them word for word, but what to choose is a problem.

First, "Teutonic Knights" by Henryk Sienkiewicz.

A wonderful book about the Polish-Teutonic War. The main character is a young knight. His love problems intertwine with intrigue and war. His fiancée is kidnapped and driven insane... lots of action, some humor, drama and patriotism. Bull's-eye.

It took me two weeks to write this... and I was more tired than after a month on horseback. It's good that I have a large desk, and Sveta can fit under it... The most important thing is the balance between work and relaxation.

When I finished writing... I called Kowalski, gave him a manuscript, exactly 620 pages with drawings, and ordered someone to be sent to Lviv to the printing house. I handed him money and a letter to the printing master. In which I explained to him what I wish for. The book must be printed in 100 copies, and each bound in calfskin. Embossed letters on the cover and spine of the book.

In the future, the author earns millions of publishing books... In 1623 publishing a book costs millions... maybe not exactly a million but over 2000 ducats. I'm not stingy, but this was the first time I had tears in my eyes when I had to pay.

The fact that I have a large income and wealth from my ancestors does not change that. In about 30 years, Hetman Sapieha will sell all his assets, even silver spoons, just to have money to fight the Swedes. With a rich man like Hetman Sapieha, I look like a poor relative.

It will take some time to print the book, I might as well write another one.

However, this time I will write something else, namely "Grimm Brothers Fairy Tales", I will have to change the title, some names, places but these are just details. I will also add a few fairy tales of a certain company with a rodent in the log.

Another two weeks passed. As always, I have Svete for relaxation. Sometimes she tells me about "our" daughter. I listen, I nod, sometimes I even say something wise. I don't think I have a paternal instinct in me.

I tell her the fairy tales I write, Sveta is in love with them. In a world where there are no movies, theaters or other entertainment. The stories are what gets everyone's attention.

And so, after two long weeks, "Jazłowieckie Fairy Tales" was born.

And I lost 2,000 ducats again... fucking culture.

In May 1623 I received "my" first work. Beautiful cover with embossed letters... and weight about 3 kg. I understand that literature can be hard, but it could be used to hammer nails.

Of course, I checked each copy and I had nothing to complain about. As Amazon will only be operating in about 400 years. I had to reach people differently. One hundred copies is not a lot. You have to choose who to send them to.

Certainly the King and the Grand Marshal of the Crown and to the widow of Hetman Żółkiewski. Certainly to a few magnates and senators, or rather their wives. Jagiellonian University and Vilnius University, two copies to each." Jazłowieckie Fairy Tales" will be sent to the same people and institutions.

I passed my orders to Kowalski, he to someone else, and the machine started moving.

On May 14, I got a letter that at the end of the month, Saddat would be back with a jasyr (slaves) and loot. He would be earlier, but he goes with the cars.

Finally some normal jobs, slaves, spoils. And not just sitting on your ass and flipping paper.

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"Who I was before? I don't know. Should I worry? Maybe? Will I save the world? Yeah, not my problem. Good luck, though. My little sister is in trouble! Get outta my way! Big bro is coming to help! Even if I have to leave the world to its destruction!"

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They had been late for dinner and so Broge asked a kindly maid to bring Diana a tray into her room. Diana's new supplies were neatly arranged inside her wardrobe. She spread a few floor cusions on the balcony and sat there admiring the twin planets. Tomorrow would be her first day in a new school, in a new elven school, in a new elven school inside a freaking palace. 

How did I manage to get here? 

Again, she wished Alex were here to keep her company. I am here in case you wish to talk. 

Diana jumped. The boy's voice - she should stop referring to him as the boy - Silvanus's voice was so clear, it seemed like he was in the same room. She'd been happy since his mind had not butted into her consciousness the entire day. It seemed the link between their minds weakened with distance so she could not hear him all the way out in the city. She tried to keep her mental chatter polite, uncomfortably aware that he could hear all the thoughts that bounced inside her head. She reached out tentatively with her mind, unsure whether what she was doing was correct but suddenly she could hear his thoughts. They were nervous, uncomfortable - like a small puppy that expected a rebuff. Thank you but I'd prefer to go to bed now. 

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Sleep did not come as easily as last night. She tossed and turned thinking about the next day, then finally, she grabbed a small torch and slipped out of her room. She kept careful note of landmarks like paintings and engravings for fear of getting lost in the vast maze-like palace. An owl hooted in the distance .......... and an answering hoot sounded beside her. She swung her torch blindly till it shone on a large beautifully engraved barn owl. 

"Whoaa you have voices too?" 

The barn owl blinked once but did not hoot. Then it took off and turned to the right at the end of the corridor. "Heyyy!" Diana followed it to the corner and found herself facing a heavily engraved wooden door. She looked behind her shoulder - this was probably not a good idea, there might be rules against children wandering around the palace at night - but she wanted to know whether it was the marble owl that had answered the hoot. She opened the door and stepped into .......heaven. 

Books! 

Books as far as the eye could see. Aisles and aisles filled with books of all colours and sizes; shelves bursting with them. Diana passed by aisles labeled Astronomy, Alchemy, Matter, Mystic Arts, Music, .............. and then her torch stopped at 'Fairy tales.' She scanned the titles - some familiar ones jumped out. Cinderella.........Beauty and the Beast............oh they even have- 

"What are you searching for?" 

Diana almost jumped out of her skin at the deep voice of Cironir. She turned around, mortified at being caught by the Principal himself. "I'm sorry.........I-uh couldn't sleep so I......" 

To her surprise, he smiled. "Curiosity is not a sin, child. Though I would like you to know that children are not allowed to wander the palace after dark, so next time, you can come look for a book during the day." 

"Yes, Herdir-sorry, Herdante," she said relieved. Diana was not the rule-breaker type and even though she would be staying here only for a while, she didn't want to be anything but a model student. 

"You may call me 'Teacher.' 

"Yes, Teacher." 

"Good. Now what kind of books are you looking for? Hmmm Fairy tales?" He chuckled lightly. "Shouldn't you write your own life-story and read it then?" 

Diana had raised her eyebrows and smiled wryly at the poor joke. "Yeah, cause it would be a fairytale. Uh-Good one." 

"Forgive me. I am trying to be better at cracking jokes. I've often gotten the feedback that my jokes about the alchemist and the radat tails are ........not amusing." He smiled apologetically. 

"I want to know the original stories. Herdir Broge said something about Snow White." 

Cironir picked up a thick red and white coloured book and handed it to her. "Then you should read this." Diana examined the cover of the book. "Snow White and the Seven Dwarves..........talk about plagiarism, they didn't even change the name of the book. I hope you sued the Grimm brothers." 

"May I ask you something?" Cironir looked thoughtful. 

"Sure." 

"Now you know that you're a fairy. You have seen your birth-world today. I've watched incredulity on your face....... but not wonder. Don't human children wonder at fairytales?" 

Diana opened her mouth unsure of what to say. "Uh........ they do, they do." 

"They?" Cironir had caught the significant word. 

"It's....uh...... complicated." Diana sighed searching for a way to explain. "I've always liked fairy tales; Dad bought me all the storybooks. Well, minus the regressive parts, of course - the almighty prince come to save the damsel-in-distress. I liked them because of the beautiful visions they bring to mind. A simpler world where the greatest problems are solved by the wave of a magic wand. They're great places to visit ......... but they're not real. At least, they weren't to me. And now my mind is reeling because - turns out - fairy tales are real! Magic is real! How can something so completely illogical be real? 

Cironir listened to her rant, amused and thoughtful. "Child, let me ask you a question. What is magic?" 

"Uh.... uh........." Diana floundered. Hocus-pocus and abra-kadabra seemed like very childish answers at that point. 

"So you don't know what it is but you have branded it as illogical." Cironir smiled a light, knowing smile. 

"What do you call the greatest herald of progress on Earth?" 

Her answer was instant. "That's easy, 'Science.'" 

"And, in the beginning, what did the humans who did not understand science call it?" 

Diana raised an eyebrow. "You're trapping me, aren't you?" 

Cironir merely smiled bringing out the crinkles on the corner of his eyes. 

"They called it magic," conceded Diana. 

"Yes! For eons, magic has existed among us called by numerous different names. Essentially, magic is energy - in its purest, most ancient form. The energy that pulsates throughout the universe, breathing life into the engine of everything. We, the magical community, are those who have mastered the art of harnessing this energy using our minds. Humans have chosen to harness it via other matter." Cironir's eyes, lost in thought finally refocused on Diana. "Science is the medium of utilizing energy and magic is that energy - but both were called illogical by those who failed to understand." 

"Read it, child," Cironir gestured to the book in her hand, "and discover the wonder that you've not let yourself feel. Just because we understand something, we should not let the wonder of its existence go unappreciated." 

Cironir walked back till the end of the aisle, then turned around seeming to remember something. 

"Oh you want to know another name for magic? Some call it ...... God." 

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Diana laid on her belly under the soft covers, feet in the air and chin in her hands reading quickly. By the end of the book, she wanted to take back her earlier comment on plagiarism. The real story was nothing like the fairy tale she'd read. Unfortunately some of the Elvish words were not completely translated. Diana checked the glossary but it was for the English words. The book was one of those elven children read to improve their English. 

........ her face as white as snow, the fairy princess of the mountains was named Snow White........ And her step-mother, the Queen, ordered the huntsman to kill the fair Princess Snow and bring her heart as proof ........... The hunstman's dagger pierced the wild boar and thus he set the Princess free ........ "Reclaim your throne........" Hidden in the forest, in the home of the Original Seven, the Princess learned the tactics of warfare............ The persecuted elves took arms under the leadership of the fair Princess, following her into the worst civil war in the history of Earth...................... Seeing the failure of the army in sight, the Queen sent her last weapon, the sorcerer Rowan................ And as they met, the light of gold bathed the kingdom......... releasing Rowan from one spell as he fell under another........... For the Princess had found her Zareh ............... The wrath of the Zareh fell on the army .......... together, they cast a spell so bright, the Queen perished in the void of darkness ............ for love had united the Paire Cosantora .......... the most powerful spell of all.............. 

Human children could learn a thing or two from these fairy tales... Why were they changed.........Hmmm....... Maybe the Grimm brothers were afraid of being sued for plagiarism thought Diana sleepily as she snuggled deeper into her covers.

Being the best was normal for her. As effortless and easy as a breeze over still water. She'd successfully smoothed over the mishaps of her past in the minds of those around her to become the apple of their eyes. She created a perfect life through lies, deceit and a little help from her .................... abilities.

When Diana arrives at the magical city of Vorantia, everyone is afraid of her. Everyone except an elf with emerald green eyes. Why? What is her connection to this boy? Why can she hear what he thinks? Why can she feel what he feels?

As Diana is introduced into the world of magic, she discovers the secrets that this place holds. But some secrets are best left buried........

Her story is unfinished. Her tale untold. But then...... can a fairy tale be complete without a fairy?

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He stared intently at her face for a moment and his eyes widened in sudden dread. "You-y-you're one of t-them??"

"One of who?"

"You're a s-spy!" The fear in his face now mingled with indignation. "Don't play games with me! I k-know who you're with! I - I - I'm not scared of you!"

"Look! I don't know where I am and I want to go home!"

"Gurgof!!" He spat. "You have the audacity to come here after what your people did to us! To me!" His tone seethed with bitterness. "Who else did you come to target? Who else will you take from me?"

"Relax, okay! I came here by mistake. Just tell me how to get home and I'll be gone." Diana put up her hands defensively, alarmed by the sudden change in the boy's demeanour.

There were angry tears in his vivid green eyes and his whole body shook with emotion.

"You will not go anywhere."

His voice was very faint.

"You will not succeed again."

His hands balled into fists.

"You will pay the price of their crime!" he screamed, before launching himself towards her.

With a wave of tremble, the Wuling Hong Guang drove up to the sidewalk and stopped in front of the pet shop.
The door opened and Zhang Zian got off the car.　　
The chic ladies glanced at him while they passed by, then covered their noses in disgust and kept a distance from his car.　　
Despite the fact that he didn't specialize in the seafood business, he drove to the beach each day, and often took rare marine creatures, such as fish, shrimp, and crabs, back. He could not wash the containers in the car everyday, so after some time, the car inevitably smelled like fish.　　
Wang Qian and Li Kun greeted him, and carried the new marine creatures into the aquarium. They sorted them and put them into different quarantine tanks so that they could adapt to the new environment.　　
Zhang Zian walked into the shop. The cleaning job was almost done, so he didn't have much to do. He took the underwater loudspeaker battery upstairs to charge.　　
He met Old Time Tea on the stairs. He hinted Old Time Tea and asked gently, "How is it?"　　
Old Time Tea smiled gently. "Everything is under your expectations."　　
The man and the cat looked at each other and smiled.　　
"Quack! What are you talking about in secret? What are you hiding from me?" Richard had sharply sensed the unusual atmosphere while it flew by. 　　
"Right. We are discussing you behind your back––specifically plucking your feather and making you into a stew," Zhang Zian threatened. "After you become stew, the world will be quiet."　　
"Quack! My meat is old and dry––it wouldn't taste good in a stew. I suggest you pick another bird!" Richard flew away quickly.　　
Old Time Tea walked downstairs slowly for the television, while Zhang Zian headed upstairs to wash his hands. They carried a fishy smell after they were soaked in the sea. He could still feel some fine, sea salt granules after his hands were dry. 　　
As soon as he entered the bathroom, he saw Sihwa hide something in a hurry.　　
He pretended not to see it. After turning on the tap, he asked, "Why aren't you broadcasting today?"　　
Sihwa was angry and humiliated after hearing his question. "Today… I'm not in the mood today! I don't want to broadcast!"　　
"Okay. It's nice to take a day off sometimes." Zhang Zian wiped his hands, then left the bathroom.　　
"Wait a moment!" Sihwa shouted behind him.　　
"What is it?" Zhang Zian stopped.　　
"Emm… This… Emm… That…" she stuttered. Her pale face turned red because she needed his help. After stammering for a long time, she took out a book from under a towel. "I can't read. What can I do?" she asked, troubled. "I know a few Korean words, but not any Chinese words…"　　
She could play with the phone, as the phone functions were simple––as long as she remembered the icons. She could make guesses on others, or ask Zhang Zian if it was too hard to guess. However, reading a book full of Chinese characters was mission impossible to her.　　
In fact, she had learned a few Chinese words since she had arrived in China. But she had learned them mechanically; she didn't have any formal, systemic teaching.
"You must be laughing at me, aren't you? You absolutely are!" She pointed at his face in fury before Zhang Zian had even said anything. She was almost embarrassed to tears.
"I'm not laughing at you. It's normal to be illiterate. Nobody is born literate." Zhang Zian shrugged. "Otherwise, they'd be a freak."　　
After hearing his words, Sihwa's mood calmed down a little.　　
"Well… Is there anything you can do to make me literate?" she asked, lowering her head.　　
"Yes. Lend me your phone for a moment." Zhang Zian took her phone and downloaded a few early childhood education apps from the app store. They were all basic-level, but entertaining word learning apps nonetheless; he started with Pinyin, which had real people's voices. The apps were already quite developed, and the functions were complete.　　
He compared a few quickly, then left the most user-friendly one and deleted the rest.　
"Here you are. Follow this. You'll learn them soon." He gave the phone back to her.　　
"Wow! So childish!" She complained as soon as she saw the interface for young kids. "Are there any long-legged Oppas or big-boobed girls teaching the lessons?"　　
"Save it. I'd love to learn if these teachings existed!" Zhang Zian took up her book and flipped through it. The book from Old Time Tea was not suitable.　　
He returned the book to Pi, then found a few fairy tale books with pictures from his childhood book collection. Each character was marked with a Pinyin illustration.　　
"After you learn Pinyin, you can read these books. Just learn the words while reading the stories." He piled the books on the bathroom closet. "Oh, right––books are not waterproof. Dry your hands before you read them. These are books from my childhood. Most of them can't even be found these days."　　
"Books from your childhood?" Sihwa seemed skeptical. "Could there be… Any dirty content in them?"　　
"These are all fairy tales, okay?" Zhang Zian said with frustration. "What kind of person do you think I am? These are the books I read at the age of five or six. What kind of dirty content can there be?"　　
"Fairy tale books? I'm not interested… too childish." She shook her hands. "Let's get something dirty!"　　
Did this fish get contaminated by that bird? What was in her head all day?　　
"You are wrong. In fact, fairy tales are not necessarily childish," Zhang Zian said. "Even adults could interpret content differently sometimes."　　
"What do you mean? I don't understand." Sihwa grew slightly interested.　　
Zhang Zian thought about it, then made an example she could understand. "In fairy tales, you often read stories of Cinderella meeting the prince…"　　
"I know this! It happens a lot in Korean dramas, too!" Sihwa suddenly turned excited, as if she finally found someone with the same interests as her.　　
"Yes, right. That's why people often call Korean dramas 'fairy tales for adults.'" Zhang Zian suddenly changed his tone. "But have you ever given thought to the fact that, in the end of fairy tales and Korean dramas, the story stops where Cinderella marries the prince?"　　
She nodded in agreement.　　
"What about the story after?" Zhang Zian continued to ask.　　
"What story after? It's over!" She didn't understand.　　
"I mean, two people from completely different worlds… Are they really happy after marriage? The prince and Cinderella had completely different educations, family backgrounds, and growing experiences. After marrying the prince, Cinderella must have faced a truckload of royal relatives. Did they really respect and accept her? Did love really defeat all the challenges? Even if it did for a while, what happens after the passion dies out?"　　
Zhang Zian's series of questions made Sihwa astonished.　　
"The boring, everyday life of the world after marriage is never mentioned in fairy tales, nor in Korean dramas. They always end with the line that Cinderella and the prince lived happily ever after. Although they didn't mention this, you can try to imagine, then tell your audience about your thoughts in the live broadcast. Isn't this great?"　　
Sihwa was drawn in gradually. In the past, she had never used her brain to watch dramas. She either laughed or cried as the story went along. She had never thought about the questions Zhang Zian had brought up.　　
"Would the audience like to hear this?" she asked.　　
"Of course," Zhang Zian said in certainty. "You can also try to make up sequels to fairy tales and tell everyone. You have such lovely voice. I'm sure people will like it."　　
"Really? I have lovely voice?" Her confidence was already shaken from one blow after another. She was no longer as arrogant as before. 　　
"It's absolutely lovely. I'm not joking. If you don't believe me, ask the other elfins," he said, suddenly feeling that his words might have been too mean in the past. 　　
"Oh… okay. But don't lie to me…" she mumbled gently as she picked up the fairy tale books.　　
"What are these?" She browsed through the covers one by one.　　
"They are all classic fairy tales written by great writers all over the world, such as fairy tales by the Brothers Grimm, fairy tales by Hans Christian Andersen, Aesop's Fables, One Thousand and One Nights, Zhang Yuanjie's Fairy Tale Collection, etc. They'll last quite a while," Zhang Zian said, introducing them one by one.　　
"Oh." Her eyes glided through the colorful and entertaining covers. She saw a prince with a sword on a white horse, a grey wolf wearing a pajama hat, a little girl with a match stick in a snowy night, a tin man with big belly, a little duckling staring at the sky, a fox with a broken tail, an ugly toad, a mouse driving a tank… She also saw a little mermaid sitting on a rock, overlooking the sea. 　　
For some reason, the figure seemed so lonely.　　
Under an unrecognizable impulse, she opened up one of the books, even though she didn't know a single character in it.　　
"I can't read it…" she said in disappointment.　　
"It's fine. You'll understand it once you learn the characters." Zhang Zian encouraged her. "Be patient! These fairy tales may seem childish, but in fact, you can find non-childish stuff in it. As long as you read them with your whole heart, you'll surely discover something different… Then, you can share your thoughts boldly with your broadcast audience."　　
"Okay. Let me try." Sihwa looked at the fairy tale covers again. She was more eager to learn now than ever before.　　
She wanted to be able to read the fairy tales. She wanted to do what Zhang Zian described––to write sequels for the finished fairy tales. She was the only one who could do it, and who was qualified to do it.　　
She picked up her phone and entered the child education app, imitating the mouth and sound movements against the image on the screen.　　
"A… A… Bo… Bo… Ci… Ci… De… De…" she read off while peeping at Zhang Zian's facial expressions; she wanted to confirm that he was not laughing at her. She then continued reading boldly.　　
"It's fine. You can read loudly. Raise your head and straighten your back. Read every word boldly," Zhang Zian encouraged her.　　
"A… A… Bo… Bo… Ci… Ci… De… De…" she read even louder, like a baby learning to talk.　　


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level


"Run!"
Grimm yelled as he ran, attempting to put some distance between him and the Dream Watcher King.
Clomp! Clomp! Clomp! Clomp...
The Dream Watcher King's third bloody eye was already fixed on Grimm as the huge soles of his feet continued to step heavily on the ground, letting out a loud thud with every step. The weight of his strength was something to be imagined.
After a high leap, the huge palm of the enormous hideous monkey pressed down on Grimm.
Thump!
Grimm immediately activated his level 1 wild instincts transformation. From the Dream Watcher King's third eye sensory ability, he witnessed this Horrifying Creature's speed that had suddenly increased and managed to escape his attack.
"Hmph!"
But soon after, the scarlet red tongue of the Dream Watcher King pierced through Grimm's chest with the speed of lightning. The tongue curled up around Grimm skillfully as it bound Grimm.
"He he… you can't run now!"
The Dream Watcher King's scarlet red tongue seemed to be like Grimm's green python thread. It had the special effects of a bondage seal within it. Grimm could not escape the scarlet red tongue's bondage no matter how hard he struggled.
Following that, Grimm was held tightly in the giant hand filled with red hair.
"I've told you, I am gonna bury you under my castle, till the end of the Nightmare World."
Ten years had passed, yet the anger and hatred in the Dream Watcher King's eyes did not decrease in the slightest. The Horrifying Creatures in the Nightmare World might not be able to be completely killed while in the Nightmare World, but a repression and imprisonment equivalent to death could take place.
The most common repression method being used was the burial repression method.
Struggling yet being unable to free himself from the giant hand, Grimm was encircled by an odd red fluff whirlwind. The whirlwind seemed like it was about to wrap Grimm in a giant cocoon and seal him within it.
In his despair, Grimm looked up to the sky. Suddenly, a hint of joy flickered in his eyes beneath the Mask of Truth.
Flap flap flap flap...
The Tricolor Fairies that Grimm had waited for everyday appeared in groups in the sky. There were about a couple hundred of them. The Dream Watcher King raised his head as well, his third eye still.
"Fairies of the Sorcerer fairytale!"
Naturally, the Tricolor Fairies noticed the Dream Watcher King. In the eyes of the tiny fairies, the thirty meter tall figure that was emanating nightmare energy seemed like a torch in the night sky, so dazzling and bright.
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
Suddenly the palm-sized tiny fairies, each hugging a baby tooth, lit the teeth they were holding which then started burning. It was as if the teeth had given them unbelievable strength. The transparent wings behind the Tricolor Fairies started to grow bigger and bigger, becoming seven to eight meters big in just the blink of an eye.
Every pair of wings on the Tricolor Fairies seemed like a pair of crystal clear, closed eyes of a dreaming human child.
These huge clear eyes swooped down from the sky and flew toward the Dream Watcher King.
"No!"
Although the Dream Watcher King dispelled some of the Tricolor Fairies away in his testy attacks, an even greater number of Tricolor Fairies fluttered their wings and slammed into the Dream Watcher King's body.
And from these wings, Grimm felt a pure bliss of strength.
Fear toward nightmares derived from the emotional instincts of humans as they believed that invincible, horrifying and scary creatures exist, giving room for the Horrifying Creatures of the Nightmare World to live.
As for the desire humans had toward the fairytale world, they were only possessed by a pair of uncorrupted and clear eyes in a child during childhood.
At that period of time, everyday was filled with happiness, not having a single worry in the world and believing that even though dark evil monsters existed in the world, they would be protected by the bright fairy tales that were told. They believed that they would experience a blissful and colorful life like the protagonists of the world, under the company and protection of their moms and dads.
It was exactly because these children believed in the Tooth Fairy that the horrors of the Nightmare World had slightly dissipated. With that came the birth of the Tricolor Fairies that protected the Nightmare World of humans, thus the fairytale law came into existence.
The Dream Watcher King was riddled with gaping wounds by the Tricolor Fairies of the fairytale law. Moments later, a blur appeared on the Dream Watcher King's body as he completed a respawn from his immortality.
Hmm?
This feeling...
Although all the creatures in the Nightmare World were existences of immortality yet it did not mean that they were limitless.
Even though death was avoidable when one was as strong as the Dreadlord, the great amount of Fright Energy collected to build the Dreadlord's strong body may be dispelled during death.
The weaker Horrifying Creatures in the Nightmare World might be repressed and bound by stronger nightmare creatures, which was a process equivalent to death.
Due to the fact that Grimm had the Lamp of Awakening with him and the Principle Will of the Sorcerers World, his body had solidified. The Dream Watcher King who had his special abilities could still see Grimm but the Tricolor Fairies were unable to. Therefore, they did not attack Grimm.
At that moment, Grimm could feel clearly that his body as a Horrifying Creature had absorbed a special energy.
This energy seemed like a part of the Fright Energy that was dispersed from the Dream Watcher King as he was attacked by the Tricolor Fairies and forced to respawn.
"Ah! How dare you take away my power… how dare you..."
As the Fright Energy was being collected in Grimm's body, Grimm could feel his physique and strength growing at an unbelievable rate. It was almost an immediate effect, which did not conform to the laws of the Sorcerers World.
But this was a Spectral World after all!
The formation of the Nightmare World was due to the laws of dreams while the determining factor of the nightmare creature's strength was not flesh, energy, mental will, laws nor any other factors of the Endless World.
Right here, fright was the true source of strength for nightmare creatures.
"Perhaps, I've found another way to go back to the real world besides searching for Adjudication Staff Stigmata Sorcerer!"
A light of joy lit up in Grimm's eyes!
Although Grimm did not know exactly what that way was, but since that Nightmare Mist Dreadlord wanted to use Grimm's body to gain a rebirth, would that not mean that he knew the way to send Grimm back to the real world?
What if...
What if Grimm collected enough Fright Energy to make him a new Dreadlord in the Nightmare World? If he were to try to defeat the Nightmare Mist Dreadlord later on, would that not let him find the way to leave like he wanted?
This way might be a whimsical one, but it was one worth a shot!
When that time came, if Grimm did not succeed, at least he would become stronger. From that, he would be able to escape from the Dreadlord servants and have more chances to find Adjudication Staff Stigmata Sorcerer.
In a distance, as the Dream Watcher King continued to respawn, his Fright Energy continued to dissipate. The number of Tricolor Fairies continued to decrease as well. Grimm did not dare to keep collecting the Dream Watcher King's Fright Energy as he turned back and ran toward a human village from his memory.
That place was even more protected by the Tricolor Fairies of the fairytale law, it could become Grimm's temporary safe haven.


"Grant me infinite knowledge, and I shall be as a fulcrum, to move the endless world!"
...
Sorcerer Continent—a world where sorcerers exist. Wielders of arcane knowledge. Masters of all elements. Sovereigns of space and time. These sorcerers governed the world with their unrivaled prowess. One day, a young man awakened into this world with his past forgotten and no place to call home. Follow along as Grimm, by relying on his luck and wit, tries to survive and advance in this unforgiving world. Entangled within the machinations of fate, political schemes, power struggles, and wars, he forges his own path and creates a place for himself.

"So how's your first-day going sis?" Yang asked with arms crossed as Ruby found her way to her.
"It's been great so far! Well, mostly!" she said with a chipper tone. "After you ditched me," she glared at Yang, "I kinda sorta got into an argument with someone called Weiss because I accidentally tripped over her luggage, then I exploded, but I think we're good now?"
"Yikes, meltdown already?" Yang asked.
"No, I literally exploded a hole in front of the school!"
"Okay then… How did you make up with this Weiss person? Sounds pretty bad if you ask me."
"W-well I was trying to apologize to her, but she kept yelling at me. But then there was this guy named Rindel that I also kinda blew up accidentally that helped me out. He managed to convince her it was an accident," Ruby rapidly explained. "And then he helped Jaune and I find the auditorium since I was sorta lost. Oh, and he has this super cool weapon!"
Hugging Ruby, Yang said, "I'm so proud of you! Making your first friend already! You're growing up too fast!"
"Yang! Let me go!" Ruby said, struggling.
"So who's this guy Jaune?" Yang asked, releasing her.
"I-it may have been the guy who threw up on your shoe," Ruby nervously laughed.
"Really? That Guy!"
"He's really not that bad once you get to know him."
Yang stared at her for a moment before smirking. "Alright, sis, whatever you say. I'm still surprised that you made a few friends already. Maybe you'll even hook up with this Rindel guy. Guess you're taking my advice already," she said mischievously.
"What do you mea-" Ruby asked with a confused expression before realizing what Yang meant. "I-it's not like that!"
Yang laughed, "Chill out Ruby. I was just joking."
Ruby calmed down for a moment before Yang said, "So is he hot?"
"Yang!"
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Rindel could only manage to find a space near the back since the auditorium was steadily filling up. The amount of people in the room was beginning to make him feel claustrophobic.
"Hey… Rindel, we're friends right?" Jaune asked after a few moments.
"Sure. We could be considered that."
"S-so would it be fine if I asked what happened to your eye?" he tentatively said, referring to his eye patch.
"People were going to ask sooner or later so it's fine." Brushing a finger over his black and silver eye patch with a hanging purple crystal, Rindel said, "It was back a few years ago. I lost my right eye from a Grimm attack on our village. Not exactly the most pleasant memory."
Before Jaune could reply, Rindel said, "Looks like the ceremony is starting."
As Ozpin entered the podium, the whole room quieted. He emanated an authority that made you want to listen to him. Every eye turned to him as he began his speech.
"I'll... keep this brief. You have traveled here today in search of knowledge, to hone your craft and acquire new skills, and when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose, direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step."
"Not bad," Rindel thought. Instead of the usual comforting welcome, Ozpin delivered a more direct speech, and he found himself agreeing with the headmaster. They were too naive currently, believing by simply learning here, they would obtain the skills necessary to protect humanity. Even with the strength needed, presently the students didn't truly know what they wanted at this point. Some are driven by personal gain, greed, authority, and a choice few for the benefit of others.
As Ozpin walked off the stage with his coffee in hand, Glynda stepped to say, "You will gather in the ballroom tonight, tomorrow our initiation begins. Be ready. You are dismissed."
With those last words, the chatter resumed once more and people began to leave. As the students did, Jaune turned to Rindel and said, "Well, that was interesting. What do you think he meant?"
Rindel inwardly sighed. "Dunno. Anyways, we have a few hours before we have to be in the ballroom. Where are you going to go?"
"I kinda thought I would just hang with you," Jaune said, fidgeting with his shield.
"Wouldn't it be better to explore and try to meet new people?" Rindel asked.
"I'm not exactly good at meeting new people."
"You did fine with me and Ruby," he stated. "Just think of this as training to be a Huntsman. We can meet back at the ballroom in an hour or two."
Resigning himself to fate, Jaune reluctantly agreed, "Alright, see you in a few hours then."
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After finally getting rid of Jaune, he wandered the enormous campus. So far, he's found the cafeteria, armory, workshop for weapon-making, combat arena, and a few entertainment facilities such as the theatre and gyms for sports. Now he was currently at the school library. It was quite large as everything was in Beacon; large wooden shelves stretched as far as the eye could see, storing thousands of years of history, culture, along with all works of fiction.
Rindel was there in search of something that had been bothering him ever since he met Ruby. Walking along the rows of books, he stopped before a sign that said fables, myths, and fairy tales. The book that he was looking for had the ancient fairy tales of Remnant. The book he found was dusty, old, and worn, with a cover bound in leather.
Rindel sat at the nearest table and began flipping through the pages, scanning for the answers he wanted. There it was, the tale of the Silver-Eyed Warriors. Predating the Huntsmen, those born with the legendary silver eyes were said to be destined to lead the life of a warrior. Myths described the silver eyes as being able to turn Grimm to stone with a single glance.
"So Ozpin wanted Ruby under his watchful eyes huh," he thought to himself. It wasn't just because of stopping the robbery that Ozpin suddenly invited Ruby to Beacon two years ahead of everyone. No, it was an excuse. There was more to Ozpin than met the eye.
"Ugh!" he unintentionally let out a small noise. What was he doing? Why was he even researching this? This had nothing to do with him. All he wanted was peace, away from that place, from that life. All he wanted was a regular, ordinary life even if that meant he had to become a Huntsman.
"You okay over there?" said a feminine voice from in front of him.
Looking up, he saw a girl with wavy black and a pair of amber eyes. She wore a black buttoned vest with coattails. Underneath were white, sleeveless, crop undershirt, and white shorts. A black ribbon was tied with a large bow on the top of her head.
"Hm? Oh sorry, I must have been focused on my reading." He must have been so absorbed in his thoughts he didn't notice the person sitting across from himself.
"Fairy tales are an interesting choice of literature," the girl said, raising an eyebrow.
"There's a grain of truth in every legend and myth," Rindel simply stated.
The black-haired girl nodded and turned back to read her book. They were both silent once again after the short exchange. Checking his gilded pocket watch, he saw he should probably be going back. Seeing as the girl made no further attempts at conversation, he left the table quietly and headed towards the ballroom.
Everyone was already getting prepared for the next day. Sleeping bags, luggage, and people packed the room from corner to corner. Rindel had changed into a white hoodie with shorts since he really didn't have anything to wear.
Seeing as Jaune wasn't there yet, he went to find a spot. The only place not crowded was near the corner up against the wall. Crossing his fingers, he walked over but noticed the same black-haired girl from earlier was sitting there.
She had another book in her hands and gave off a vibe that screamed, "Don't bother me." Looking around the room, the only other space was across the other side where guys were flexing their muscles shirtless trying to impress the girls. He definitely was not going over to where a bunch of guys were posing.
"Hello again. Is this spot taken?" Rindel asked.
Looking up with brief surprise before going back to looking bored, she replied, "Not really."
"Would it be fine if I could stay here?" Rindel said with tonelessly.
Probably wondering if he was going to be a nuisance, she stared at him before saying, "Sure, just don't make too much noise."
"Thank you. I didn't get to introduce myself earlier but I'm Rindel White," he said while sitting down against the wall.
She didn't reply and instead went back to reading her book. "At least I have somewhere to sleep in peace and quiet," he thought. Waiting in silence for a bit, he glanced at the book she was reading, The Man With Two Souls. Not a common book someone would read.
"Is that the Man With Two Souls that you are reading?" he asked.
She was slightly surprised at him knowing it. "Have you read it before?"
"A while back. It's about the duality of man, right? Every person has the capacity to do both good and evil.
Smiling, she said, "Yeah, I'm halfway through. I enjoy reading this to pass the time."
"I promise to not spoil it for you then."
The girl nodded before going back to her book. The silence wasn't as awkward before and he decided to enjoy the peace for once, allowing him to think about the black-haired girl. The bow she wore was strange, twitching at moments when she showed emotion like surprise from earlier. While subtle, it was still there.
The conclusion he could come up with was that she was a faunus with animal ears. If she wanted to hide them, he wouldn't bother her, and it wasn't his secret to tell. As he pondered about the day, she suddenly called out, "Blake."
"What?" Rindel said, confused.
"My name is Blake Belladonna. It's nice to meet you," she said smiling before returning to the pages of the book.
His thoughts were again interrupted when someone cheerfully said, "Hel-looooo! I believe you may know each other?"
Both Rindel and Blake looked up to see Ruby unsuccessfully struggling against Yang pulling her over.
Yang looked him over before saying with a grin, "Dang Ruby, you snatched a good one. He's pretty hot with that body of his. You work out a lot by any chance?"
Rindel could be considered handsome, even if he only thought he was average. He had a lean athletic build with defined muscles, more similar to that of a swimmer than a bodybuilder. Rindel had thick, wavy dark brown hair along with a sharp jawline. One eye was hazel while the other was covered by a black eye patch with silver patterns; a small amethyst crystal hung, attached.
"Yang! Please don't embarrass the first friend I made here," Ruby cried out while secretly blushing along with Blake.
"Um, nice to meet you. I'm Rindel White, and I just run some," he said with a shrug
"Sure you do. I'm Yang by the way," she said with a wink.
Turning to an annoyed Blake, Yang asked, "So… What's your name?"
Blake looked over at him as if pleading to make them go away. Rindel could only look on helplessly as he said, "I've already met Ruby… and Yang isn't too bad. You could give them a chance."
She sighed before saying, "Blake."
After that, Ruby, Yang, and Blake awkwardly had a conversation that shifted to books, much to Blake's enjoyment. Ruby professed her dream of being a hero like in a fantasy book. Hopefully, she'll realize eventually that not every huntsman or huntress gets a happy ending.
Lost in thought, Rindel completely missed Weiss arguing with Yang and Ruby. Jaune came by shortly afterward, wearing a blue bunny onesie, talking about a crazy girl yelling about pancakes, and at one point a pig was involved? He wasn't quite sure he heard that part right as he was already beginning to fall asleep. "Freedom is great," he thought while drifting off to dreamland.
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A/N: IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN ALREADY, I CHANGED A FEW THINGS IN THE PAST TWO CHAPTERS.
Have absolutely no idea when the next one will come out. Maybe a week or two?
Again, if you guys have any ideas for semblances, plot, or if you spot a mistake, let me know in the comments.
Thanks to anyone who reads this! Have a great day!

All Rindel White wants is to lead a normal school life with some peace and quiet. How will Rindel react when the past catches up to him, threatening to reveal who he is. Which side will he join?

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Chapters will be around 1000 words. Expect around a chapter weekly. Don't have much time because of work and college courses, so I hope readers understand. 

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I kinda stopped writing my other one since I didn't have enough planned out. It'll require some work before I'll write Radio's Lament again. Decided to change pace and try RWBY.

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Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or any property related. The only thing I own is my own character for the most part.

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