These Great Stories Are not written by me I just happened to remember them from childhood so I think why not post them.
 
English is not my mother language so sorry for mistakes

Short Inspirational stories are powerful reads;

The great thing about them is that they’re so easy to digest, and there’s always a moral at the end of the story.

Whether they’re true stories or not is another thing, as many of them are legends supposedly hundreds of years old.

However, the stories that I’m talking about are so powerful and inspirational that many of them really do get you thinking and even leave you speechless at times.

Some authors in chat talked about a book's worth. 

Most agreed that its value depends on the readers' willingness to pay for a novel. And the most selling here in WN are romance and h e n t a i.

Honestly, it is true in a sense that most authors who don't write these two genres or have the general audience receive lesser income to none. However, there are also other genres that are popular.

What saddening is that a story which has no s** will be buried deep in the list of books.

One time, a person told me that he won't read books without s**. I think you understand what I mean.

Sad... 

Those good literary authors will just choose Amazon. I totally agree with that.

But, is that what really makes a book valuable? So, the authors will just resort to writing stories with s**  since most will welcome it.

I feel sad if it is.

I've been reading and watching epic and classic stories like Mary Poppins, The Twelve Kingdoms, Fushigi Yuugi, The Vision of Escaflowne, Star Wars, Anne of Green Gables, Pride and Prejudice, Little Women, and others. 

These are great books but I'm not sure if the new generation is still reading them.

Hoping they are.

So, what is the worth of a writer? Of a person's storyteller's heart and creativity?

Will it just be buried deep in isolation? Will it just be following the flow of readership and abandon its desire to produce good stories?

I disagree. We still love good stories. There are still more readers who love good reads. In fact, these type of stories are more engaging and imploring. Those epic stories won't be called epic if no one reads them anymore. They are classified as such because their worth is beyond trends.

They simply go against the flow and create a tsunami, leaving people awestruck.

That is the type of book I want to write. I prefer to be remembered as an author who writes good stories without compromising the principles I believe.

Don't get me wrong. There are still good books with a bit of those s** things out there that you can read. But they don't focus on those scenes but on the story itself.

I am a person who never follows trends. And I care less what people call me. I will rather be true to myself than to follow the crowd and lose my self-respect.

In my opinion, the worth of a story is not only on the business side but also on how much heart and effort the author gives to his/her books.

To authors: Let us enjoy writing good stories. Let us be proud of what we write for not everyone can be authors. And not all writers can finish a book. The truth, most books here are unfinished.

To readers: Support good books and give the authors that confidence to continue writing good stories. Without your support, the authors might give up. If no one read good stories, then there's no point on writing one. But I believe most readers still love those type of books.
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Inspirational Quotes for Authors:

"I try to create sympathy for my characters, then turn the monsters loose." — Stephen King

"If you can tell stories, create characters, devise incidents, and have sincerity and passion, it doesn't matter a damn how you write." — Somerset Maugham

"Any man who keeps working is not a failure. He may not be a great writer, but if he applies the old-fashioned virtues of hard, constant labor, he'll eventually make some kind of career for himself as writer." — Ray Bradbury

"I have been successful probably because I have always realized that I knew nothing about writing and have merely tried to tell an interesting story entertainingly." — Edgar Rice Burroughs

"The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story." — Ursula K. Le Guin
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Inspirational Quotes for Readers:

"Whenever you read a good book, somewhere in the world a door opens to allow in more light."
–Vera Nazarian

"Make it a rule never to give a child a book you would not read yourself." —George Bernard Shaw

"Great books help you understand, and they help you feel understood." — John Green

"The only important thing in a book is the meaning that it has for you." —W. Somerset Maugham

Books can be dangerous. The best ones should be labeled "This could change your life."
–Helen Exley

Have a good and fruitful day.

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I  invite you to read the short diary of my daily struggle as a writer. No clear update but I will try to write every day. Don't expect very long chapters.

Started as an entry for fun and submitted for writing prompt #63: One chapter post but still ongoing.

 Please add tags: #diary #drama #comedy #author #writing

Please read my ongoing story:
The Sorceress' Heir: Blossoming Youth and Power

Emmaline : Ok wait...I am getting a call...I'm going to my room...
Felicia : Her room...in Melanie's house?😳
Emmaline goes to other room and attends the call....let's hear the phone call : 
Random girl : Hi Emmaline...how are you?
Emmaline: I'm fine.What about you?
Random girl : Me too...so I called you...
because I wanted your whatsapp no.Is this no your WhatsApp no?
Emmaline : Yeah...just note it as I say..
9*890****78**(says number to contact her) but why do you need tho?
Random girl : I will send you something I found in google...quotes of 2021...read it fully or our friendship is broken.
Emmaline : But wait-
The call ended.
Emmaline : Why?...hmm...whatever..
*Message sound*
Emmaline clicks the message and then reads...I'm going to paste it from Google too so don't mind..hehe...but read it...it's inspirational...

3 friends aged over 18 find a secretively path which is a secret path/tunnel to a magical land where imaginary animals live, on a beautiful scenario.They found some extraordinary things they have never heard or seen or thought about but one day an unexpected thing came up.

The disastrous result of the first wave of attack, together with the horrific scene of the battle under dusk and the number of killed in action Ottoman warriors calmed Zaganos Pasha down immediately like a bucket of icy cold stream water from Mount Ararat poured on his head. 
He began thinking logically, and he vowed not to let his emotion deter his judgement every again. Zaganos Pasha led a bunch of Ottoman officers to the injured warriors, checking their wounds, reassuring repeatedly in front of them that those who are incapacitated and dead, no matter if this battle ends in victory or defeat, will get compensated by him personally and the country. This tiny action immediately touched the heart of most surrounding soldiers, they cheered and applauded towards their Pasha, many even kneeled before him weeping out prayers. While Zaganos Pasha immediately took the opportunity to make an inspirational speech that again, boosted the slightly low morale of the army. 
Everyone learns in a battle, no matter win or lose.
Constantine, Giovanni and Loukas watches the Ottoman army on the Northern tower of Rumelihisarı fortress. Constantine, seeing the commotions in the Ottoman army, hands clasped tight, fiddling with his chain mail and asked Giovanni. "Lord Giustiniani… may you tell me what our foes are up to?" 
Giovanni replied with his already furrowed eyebrow. "Emperor… seems like our enemy this time is not a complete idiot…"
Suddenly, three Ottoman horsemen, carrying a white blanket attached to a stick, rode to the gates of the fortress and shouted in a fluent Greek native tone. "Romans! We come in peace!"
Giovanni signaled the surrounding soldiers to lower down their crossbows, and asked Constantine. "Emperor, why don't we listen to what they have to say first."
Constantine nodded in approval. 
The horseman below stopped his horse, turned back and shouted. "We come in peace! We ask for your permission to take back our men's corpses and casualties!"
Constantine thought briefly for a while, then nodded again. Giovanni immediately signaled another soldier on the tower to convey the message. The horseman asking looked deeply at the soldier, as-if trying to remember his face, and rode back to the Ottoman army. Soon, Ottoman army servants began cleaning the battlefield, burying the corpses and searching for any potential survivors. 
"My majesty, isn't it better to let them die in pain? Why don't you ask the archers to fire at them, kill as many of them as possible?" Loukas suggested, bowing towards Constantine.
Giovanni gave this man a cold stare, while Constantine sighed and replied. "Mega Doux, if I show mercy to them today, they will show my people mercy tomorrow. If I show them ruthlessness today, they will show my people ruthlessness tomorrow."
"Great decision, Emperor." Giovanni added on. "As far as I know, death of friends and comrade can also spark one's will to revenge and fight. If we don't allow them to take their men back, they will be more frantic tomorrow."
Silence re-occupied the tower, as they continued observing the Ottomans pitching tents , constructing basic siege machineries like ladders and rams, building another wooden wall facing the Rumelihisarı fortress and chopping down all the tress surrounding their new camp and the fortress forming a fire break gap, making another sneak attack using fire now impossible. 
 "They worry too much." Giovanni jeered at the Ottoman encampment. "We did not bring any Greek fire with us this time, and ordinary wildfire will not spread in this moist environment…"
Constantine replied laughing. "They must have linked fire and Roman army together after that glorious victory by our mégas droungarios Lord De'Ricci!"
"Talking about my dear friend Antonius…."
…
Its mid night almost early morning in Harbour of Neorion when one messenger has arrived, soaked with sea water. The other messenger rammed his boat onto an underwater boulder and drowned. 
Antonius is sleeping soundly in his private bunker. When he heard the loud and quick footsteps outside the doors, he immediately climbed up and grabbed his cutlass in his hands. He did not lower his vigilance until his servant Francesco came knocking on the doors and told him that it is a messenger with an urgent message to deliver.
Antonius opened the doors and read the message. His face changes as he reads. From a frustrated face initially when he is forced to wake up in middle of the night, to the face of joy when he read that they have successfully conquered the fortress. Then finally frowned his eyebrows when he read that they have been encircled in the fortress. 
Without uttering a word, Antonius draped his coat over his shoulder and his Buskins, then left his room walking towards the harbour with his hands folded behind his back. Francesco soon followed up closely behind, tidied Antonius' collars and wrinkles on the shirt, while asking. "What are we going to do now sir?"
Antonius replied without looking back and stopping. "We are going into another fight… Francesco, ring the assembly bells, and wake up every captain, then give the orders of battle stations."
"Yes sir!"
Antonius walked to the rally point of the harbour and sat down on a rocking chair. He closed his eyes under the crescent and stars as Francesco ran around running around, ringing the bells, waking up the captains, setting up the beacon fire. 
Finally, after approximately half an hour, all sailors are assembled, together with the newly recruited Varangians. They formed up in lines and formations, standing on their feet and looked at their admiral quietly, waiting for his command.
Antonius opened his eyes, climbed onto the assembly stage, facing his crew, then shouted out raising his fist up high in the sky. "Alright lads! My friend Giovanni, and your emperor, has sent me a letter asking me to save his arse and wipe his mess! Are you with me, boys!"
"Aye!" The sailors cried out, following their admiral and also raised their fists in the sky.
"Admiral, may I know when we are setting off?" Julian stepped forward and asked."
"Now."
"Now?"
"Aye, boy, remember." Antonius looked down at Julian and continued. "Remember, I, Antonius is always on time when it comes to the life and death of my friend."

AD1453, a year that divides Medieval and Modern.
Caused by the fall of one city.
Her name is Constantinople.
Stood there for one thousand years.
Strong and firm as always.
Persistent against all foes that dreamed to take her.
But tonight, everything changes.
The young sultan on the outside.
And the old emperor on the inside.
Guns fired, woman weeps, men yells.
They pray to god, for god will send them a saviour.
To save both the falling city, and their helpless souls.
In the twist of history, god answered their call.
For god has sent them a new emperor.
Antonius, came from the seas.
Who shall lead the Romans.
Back to another peak.
And end the terrible fate of the city.
In the year 1453.

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AD1453, as the city of Constantinople prepares for its final fate, a pirate captain and crew sailed into the golden horn, history made an abrupt turn from this point onward....

Discord: https://discord.gg/eZKHzjNZz9

To be honest, returning to my childhood home made me feel rather melancholy, even though this isn't really MY old home. The house I grew up in isn't there anymore, or might just not have existed at all, and the same goes for most of the other houses I remember. The forest and the coastline is the same though, I guess there's only so many differences between universes. Even the large rock in what would have been our backyard is there. The neighborhood is more or less as remote and quiet as I remember it, which is what I think Magne- I mean, Eric, will prefer. What he does with his life from this point on is up to him.

I shake off the last bit of nostalgia, it's time to take care of something I've been putting off for too long as it is. But there's one last bit to do first. In a flash, the forest around me disappears, and is replaced with the frozen wastes of northern Canada, half a world away. In front of me, leaning against an old fallen tree, is the metal container, right where I left it. With a wave of my hand, the lid flies off, and the mortal remains of Michael Van Patrick are exposed to the icy chill of winter. I get a brief flash of naseua at the state of his skull, which is exactly in the shape I'd expect from someone who died from getting a laser blast through the brain. Since they weren't exactly planning an open casket service for the kid, the SRA operatives never bothered trying to make the body more presentable either, since they were just going to loot it for DNA and pretend he hadn't died at all.

Jesus, what's with these people and clones? Back home, you couldn't even mention the concept of human cloning without being accused of everything from heresy to crimes against humanity, but here it's something random jerks can just do in their spare time.

I focus, and MVP's body begins to mend itself, the head wound reknitting, his skull first, then the eyeball reappearing, followed by muscle, then skin, then hair, and finally, you could hardly tell he had died a horrible death at all.

And just like that, he hadn't.

Michael Van Patrick sat up with a shocked gasp, taking his first breath of air in over a year.

He looks around in terrified confusion, finally spotting me, but just as he's about to ask me the usual question, I hold out my hand, offering him a small booklet. "Sorry to interrupt, but I get the same questions so often that it's easier to just hand out these informative phamplets"

MVP glances down at the phamplet, before reluctantly accepting it, and reads the title out loud in a disbelieving voice "So A Reality Warper Brought You Back To Life - 10 Common Questions" He looks back at me "Is...is this a joke?"

I roll my eyes "Page 1, No It's Not a Joke. Seriously, read the phamplet."

...

30 minutes later, I'm sitting in a diner in a small town a few miles away, watching as MVP reads the latest news on my smartphone with increasing levels of horror. Considering that he was one of the most enthusiastic volunteers for the Initiative, discovering just how much abuse they were engaged in, not to mention their behavior after his death, isn't doing much for his state of mind, but it's better to just get this over with rather than have him try to run back to the U.S and return to Camp Hammond. The waitress walks over with our drinks and gives him a concerned look. "Is he okay?"

I shrug "Yeah, just some bad news, he'll get over it. Just turn his eggs and bacon into a smiley face or something, that might cheer him up."

The waitress wanders off, and MVP lowers the phone, his face looking downcast. "I knew things weren't perfect, but... God, I feel like such a fanboy! I can't believe I fell for this crap!"

I take the phone back, slipping it into the pocket of my coat "Don't feel too bad, you're not the one who screwed up, it's... well, literally everyone in charge of everything. This whole SRA idiocy was a mess from top to bottom. I mean, when a teenager dies on the first day, that's not a good sign."

He laughs hollowly "You know, it's not even dying that bothers me, it was over in an instant. Hell, I don't even remember it, everything just went black, and the next thing I knew, I woke up in that weird coffin and you were sticking a phamplet in my face. I wanted to be a hero, and death is always a big risk in that line of work, but dying like this? Over someone elses stupidity? I didn't die fighting for a good cause, I didn't even get a chance to! It was just... pointless!" He drifts off as the waitress brings our food, which I notice she really did shape into a smiley face for MVP, much to his confusion. "Uhh, thanks, miss?"

She smiles and hands me my steak and eggs before moving to take the orders of a family that just sat down at the other side of the diner, and we eat in silence for a while before MVP looks back up from his meal. "Why did you bring me back now? I can ask that, right? It wasn't in the phamplet you gave me."

I nod and finish chewing before I answer "Usually, the answer is, "because I felt like it", but in your case, it's a little different. See, I'm going to bring someone else back, and he's going to be in the same boat you are. I figured you might watch eachothers backs or something."

"Someone else died at Camp Hammond?!"

"Huh? Uh, no, not to my knowledge, I mean in the sense that they missed most of this SRA nonsense because they were dead. Well, sort of. Okay, it'll take too long to explain and it's super dumb anyway, just finish your eggs, then we'll get this done."

.....

"CAPTAIN AMERICA ISN'T DEAD?!"

"See, this is why I insisted on going out in the middle of nowhere to do this thing" Luckily, there's nothing around us for hundreds of miles except Canadian wilderness, so MVP's outside voice doesn't attract attention from anyone except a few startled birds. "No, he's not dead, the Red Skull did...something, and now he's lost in time or whatever. I couldn't follow it either, but long story short, he's not DEAD dead. Only mostly dead."

"MOSTLY dead?!"

"Look kid, I don't make the rules of the universe, a lot of it is super dumb. The more famous you are, the bigger the chance is that you dying will actually be some complex nonsense, like it was an evil clone or you were teleported into the future, or sent back in time or whatever. And that's what happened to Cap, his consciousness is lost in time, and I'm going to bring him back."

MVP just shakes his head in disbelief "And if you could do this at literally ANY TIME, why aren't you getting around to it until right now?"

"Honestly? I was focusing on mutant stuff and then it just sort of slipped my mind. Now, are you going to keep bitching that I'm not bringing back the greatest hero of the 20th century fast enough, or are you going to let me do it?!"

MVP holds up his hands "Alright, sorry! It's just... this is a lot to take in, you know?"

"Didn't the phamplet help?"

"I feel like you might be overestimating how much informative literature helps people, especially when the issue in question is being brought back from the dead."

I sigh and turn back to the task at hand. This is a little different than bringing the dead back, since Rogers isn't actually dead, even though his body is still in the present. I hear MVP gasp behind me as Steve Rogers lifeless body appears in front of us, dressed in his Captain America uniform. It feels odd, the body appears dead yet somehow... isn't. I lower it into the snow, before I turn my focus to his lost consciousness, drifting aimlessly in the timeline.

For a moment, I feel my own mind connect to another, somewhere in the distant future. I pull, and Steve Rogers opens his eyes once again.

"On your feet, soldier. The mission isn't over yet."

....

"Holy shit, it's really him! It's really Captain America!" MVP tugs at my coat sleeve in a fit of fanboyism, and I do know where he's coming from with it. There's something oddly inspirational about the man, even as he is now, freshly brought back to normal life. Cap looks around, shuffling to his feet, and like the trained soldier he is, quickly asseses the situation and any possible threats around him. Then the memories start coming back.

"...was I...dead?"

"Nnnnot exactly, but there's still going to be a very angry groundskeeper at Arlington tomorrow."

He shakes his head, trying to clear the fog "I remember the court steps, and a shot and then... something else happened, didn't it? It's a blur, but it didn't seem like death."

"Well, the Red Skull got involved and-"

He sighs "Of course."

"-yeah. it was a whole thing. Anyway, my name is Ginnungagap, and this is a fellow resurectee, Michael Van Patrick."

"I go by MVP!" he gushes "It's such an honor to meet you, sir! My grandfather wrote so many great things about you!"

"Nice to meet you too, son" Cap smiles and shakes MVP's hand "Was his name Van Patrick too?"

MVP shakes his head "No, my dad changed it. Our original last name was Erskine. My great-grandfather was Abraham Erskine."

Cap's eyes widen in surprise. I just groan in annoyance "I KNEW there was something about you I forgot about."

What happened when i was self inserted in one of the most dangerous universes. 

But thankfully i won the power lottery... 

Let's hope i don't get mad with power.

After all reality warping is and will always be maddening to all it's users.

Original work here:

https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/a-crooked-man-marvel-si.759274/#post-58430281

Be warned the site is virtually unreadable so i posted it here for a better reading experience.

7:15 AM and Alice wake up as she does every morning to the sound of her alarm blasting out of her phone's speakers. Alice opens her eyes and reaches for her phone on her bedside table and turns it off before throwing off her blue blanket and stepping onto the faded pink carpet that stretches across her floor.

7:45 AM, Alice has finally changed from her pyjamas to her school uniform and makes her way downstairs with her school and laptop bags that she slung over her rightsholder. She makes herself a light breakfast which consists of toast with chocolate spread and orange juice with no pulp. *Good thing I didn't go back to sleep after my alarm, we're out of cereal bars.*

8 AM and Alice is out the door with her headphones plugged in and starts to walk to school under a grey sky. *Ah crap I forgot my coat. Sky, please stay as you are for today.* After an uneventful 20 minutes, the front gates of the school come into view as Alice joins the rest of the swarm of people uniformed teens making their morning commutes to school supposedly to learn.

8:20 AM, Alice made her way to her tutor room which was in one of the rooms used for Religious Education. As Alice walks up to the room, the sign on the wood veneer door reads, "R4V3." *I just love how our room lines up perfectly to be called that of all things.*

A few of Alice's classmates are already in and sat around talking at the back of the classroom sat on some of the tables. The walls are a faded blue colour covered in 'inspirational' posters and work from the classes that come in here.

Alice takes her seat near the teacher's desk and goes for her heavy laptop and plugs her headphones in. *I got some time.* Alice proceeds to open a DAW on her computer and busts out a small MIDI pad and starts finger drumming with it. By this point no one in the room even acknowledges her.

8:30 AM, the school has officially started and the class tutor has still yet to arrive. The rest of the class are sat around talking. Alice sits alone continuing to finger drum.

8:40 AM and the classroom door swings open reviling a woman in her early forties with her blond hair tied back in a neat ponytail, wearing a blue sweater, black suit trousers and a pair of oval-shaped glasses.

"Good morning lovelies," her high pitched voice fills the room with her presence as the once chatty class dies down with only the sound of chairs clattering is heard as everyone takes to there seats.

After a while, the bell rings and just like that the class empties as everyone heads to their first class of the day. The hallways fill rapidly with students shoving one another out the way to get to class. Always a fight to move forward. Always crushed between the crowd and the grey walls. Step by step. Slowly getting closer to classes.

The first class of the day starts and the minute's tick by. Ticking by slowly as seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to an hour. The bell rings. Time for the next class. Time to trudge through the grey halls one again. *What are they talking about?*

Next class starts and the teacher drones on about something. Words are lost to the tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock of the seconds gone by. Another hour goes and thus ends another class. The bell goes off for break time. Students rushing out of classes even more aggressively than before. *I don't care*

At break time, Alice sits alone in the library. It's quite as most people go to the computer suite. *Finally alone. Just the way it's meant to be. Now I can focus on my stuff.* Alice pulls out a drawing tablet and plugs it in while opening a plant canvas on her laptop. *No wonder this bag is so heavy.* She stares at the blank canvas, stylus in hand. Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock. The bell rings for the start of the next class. Alice stares at the blank canvas before packing up and leaving.

Another class, another hour of blank looks at the teacher. *Why should I care in the first place?* Another bell. Lunchtime. And just like that, the class empties in a mad rush.

Alice sits alone in her tutor room after grabbing lunch. *Bland pasta as per usual. They couldn't even fill the tiny pot.* Alice sits there with the blank canvas staring back at her. The rest of her classmates are either sitting around chatting or are hanging out elsewhere. *Why do they all have to be so loud? Whatever I'll just play something instead of trying to do this.* Alice loads up a game on her laptop and starts to click circles very intensely.

After a while a couple of Alice's classmates find themselves standing behind Alice just watching. Circle after circle being clicked faster and faster. It's hard to miss the sound of the keys as Alice stricks them. Alice doesn't notice them. She keeps playing level after level. After a few the bell signifying the end of the lunch break goes off and Alice starts to pack her things before her tutor arrives to take the afternoon register.

One last class of the day. *One last hour until I can leave.* This last hour feels longer than the rest but finally, the endless drool of the teacher and students end with one last bell of the day.

Alice walks home alone with her headphones in. *Another wasted day.*

After getting home she takes her shoes off at the door and heads upstairs to her room and shuts the door. Up against the wall on the left sits a desk with a monitor and a laptop stand sat on it. She plugs in her laptop and sits back on her office chair. *I wish this thing had a headrest, and padding for that matter.*

She sits there watching videos online. Video after video plays and she just leans back as she starts to hear voices.

"Why don't you ever go out with your friends."

*Don't have any. Don't need any.*

"Don't worry about talking to that lonely little shit."

*Good. I don't want to talk to anyone anyway. I don't.*

"What are you doing with your life."

*I don't know.*

"Why do you just sit there."

*This is good enough.*

"What do you plan to do with your life."

*I don't care anymore. How long ago did I care?*

"You are nothing."

*You're right.*

"With these grades, you'll go nowhere"

*Grades this and grades that. Who even cares by this point. I lost the ability to.*

"You'll go nowhere."

*You're right.*

"You'll go nowhere."

*I know.*

"You'll go nowhere."

*STOP SAYING IT!*

The clock reaches 7:15 in the morning and Alice wakes up as she does every morning to the sound of MTC Saga blasting out of her phone's speakers. Alice opens her tearful eyes in her room at the Gotwald estate.

One evening Alice is walking through town when she is shoved from behind and falls. The last thing she remembers was the feeling of being shoved and someone reaching out to save her before being hit by the light of a truck. She finds herself in a new world full of questions and wonder.

"Laura, are you okay?" Brandy asks, her face full of fear resembling the fear I used to see in her as a child. It's been a long time since I've seen her so fearful. Tears well in my eyes. "Laura..." Brandy begins to tear up. "Is it that serious?" She asks as a tear falls down her cheek. "They are retaking my labs because there might have been a mistake... but if there wasn't one..." I pause as my tears start streaming down my face. "I might have cancer." Shock floods over her face. I close my eyes and cover my face as I start to sob. I hardly ever cry, but when I do it's not pretty. Seeing her so scared and upset was overwhelming. Something that hasn't happened in quite a while happened... I could feel her sadness and internal agony... I... I could feel everyone in the room. They all were wailing internally, it felt as if they were being crushed viciously by worry and despair. I look up in shock then at seeing their faces and eyes filled with tears I sobbed uncontrollably harder. I couldn't bear this amount of sadness coming from all directions. I couldn't bare seeing them hurting so much. Once I began sobbing harder I felt their despair triple... except for Brandy... her despair changed... I look up at her trying to determine what it had changed to, I myself still overwhelmed and sobbing. Her despair... it.... changed... to... to determination... and... and protectiveness? I can see it in her eyes. Even though tears are still flowing out I see it... I feel it. It's inspirational! It's beautiful! It warms my soul and makes me proud.
     "Laura! What did they say about your blood work." She asks with drive in her eyes. I stop sobbing so uncontrollably and wipe my tears. I explain everything that happened from the beginning excluding the part about when I saw the wolf. "That definitely not right! Your blood work shouldn't be like that because your A1C couldn't be perfect from what you and mom was telling me before this happened. They had to have mixed it up...And even if they didn't and you do have cancer I'm going to make sure you are taken care of and get better. I'm not going to leave you, I'm going to be there for you no matter what." She says calmly yet extremely determined and intense at the same time. Her Love and determination is so strong like a raging fire deep within her ready to burst out and consume any obstacle that threatens her goal. She sits beside me on the bed and puts her hand on my shoulder and looks me in the eyes. "You are going to be ok." She says lovingly and hugs me. It's been so many years sense she has shown such affection to me. For a while I thought she hated me or resented me because I couldn't protect her from Grandpa. I thought Grandma had turned her completely against me filling her head with lies about me just causing trouble trying to get money from grandpa. I thought they had brainwashed her completely into hating me or something. I wrap my arms around her and hold her as I softly sniffle.
     After awhile of talking and determining weather the test results were wrong or not, everyone calmed down. The doctor and nurse come back in. "Well the labs are done. I apologize that it has taken longer than normal to get the new lab results back. The reason for this is because even after I went to the lab myself and made sure there were no issues, the results remained the same. So seeing as Brian from the cancer society of Tennessee was here and would be leaving soon, I tracked him down and asked if he could test your blood from the extra vile for cancer. He agreed because it would be three days until someone would be able to be here to do the testing." Doctor Habib pauses. "You do not have cancer." Sighs of relief fill the room. "If it's not cancer what could it be?" Brandy asks. "I've never heard of anything like this, and I'm about to be graduating nursing school next year." She states. "Ah! Yes. This is where I recognize you from. I am certain I have seen you during some of my demonstrations. Becky is it?" He asks. "Brandy, Brandy Ellen." She says. "Ah. Yes. Brandy. I myself have never seen such a thing. We will have to get imaging on your sister's entire body to even begin to have a clue." He states. Brandy nods. "Seeing as you are Miss. Ellen's sister and are in nursing school, with your sister's permission you can assist me. This situation is rather rare and can be beneficial to your education." He adds. Brandy looks towards me with burning passion in her eyes. I can't help but chuckle. "You don't even have to ask. Go ahead, I trust you. You are the best CNA I've ever seen and I already know you will be the best nurse ever! I can't let you miss this opportunity." I say proudly as I smile ear to ear seeing how ecstatic she was at hearing me say that.
     "So does this mean I still can't eat yet?" I ask with an aching belly. "We do not need any more blood for now so you should be able to have some food now." He says. He turns to the nurse and asks her to find me something to eat. "Miss. Ellen, you are diabetic aren't you? We should check your glucose level." He says. He looks towards Brandy. "Miss. Ellen, would you go to the cabinet over there and take out the glucose test kit?" He asks. Brandy and I look at him confused. "Oh! HaHa! I mean Miss. Brandy Ellen." He chuckles. "You can call me Miss. Brandy if you think it'll help avoid confusion." Brandy smiles as she opens the cabinet. "I will do that then." He smiles back. Brandy brings him the test kit. "Good, thank you. Now please check your sister's glucose level." He asks. Brandy's face lights up. She slathers hand sanitizer on her hands and grabs a pair of rubber gloves. She puts them on an sets out the supplies. "My I use your hospital ID?" She asks Doctor Habib. He stops watching her every move and smiles. "Yes. Here you are." He says as he hands it to her then returns to studying her every move. She scans his ID and the supplies she is about to use with the scanner on the tester. "Can I see your wrist band please?" She asks me. "Yes nurse Brandy." I say with a smile. She smiles back and scans my wrist band. She swabs my finger with alcohol inserts the strip into the tester and makes sure the alcohol on my finger was dry. She asks if I'm ready for her to prick my finger. I nod. She counts " one... two... three. I close my eyes tight at the sound of the click from the lancet. "Oh... that wasn't bad. Usually these hospital lancets hurt like crazy." I tell her as she applies my blood to the test strip. She smiles and sets the tester down as is reads my blood. She wipes my finger with an alcohol swab and smooths a Band-Aid over my finger. She grabs the tester. "98" She reads aloud and shows the doctor. "Perfect. Miss. Ellen we will take your glucose again after you eat. Miss. Brandy, you were very professional. I have no doubt that you will be an outstanding nurse. If you would come with me we need to go over a few things." He says as he heads to the door. "Miss. Ellen we will see you again shortly in the CAT scan department." He says and smiles as he steps out of the room. Brandy smiles and waves. I smile and give her a thumbs up. "See you soon!" I proudly say. 
     A few seconds go by and the nurse brings in some food. "Mom, are y'all hungry? You can go get something to eat if you want it's way past dinner time. I should be fine for a while." I say. "We probably should get something... we also need to let everyone else know what is going on." Mom says as she turns to Seth. "Yeah that's probably what we should do." He answers back. He hands me my cell phone and charger. "If anything happens or you find something out while we are gone, call us." He asks. They stand up and hug and kiss me good bye. They walk out the door. Seth pops his head back in. "Tell your sister we'll bring something back for her to eat." He says. I nod and smile. He leaves and I hear his feet pattering down the hallway trying to catch up to mom. I smile, say a quick silent prayer thanking God for my family and ask for him to bless us then I dig into my food. As I eat I think about Seth. "He is really a great stepdad. I'm so glad he is my stepdad. Seth loves mom, brandy and I so much. Plus because of him we have Ethan... he's a great little brother. Seth has always been there for us through thick and thin. He's always treated Brandy and I like we were his own kids. I'm so happy he even bothered staying with mom... he was nineteen and taking care of two children that weren't even his, and protected us from my dad and grandpa and all of the people they hired to cause problems for us and take Brandy and I away. He was so young and could have not even bothered. I'm at least glad that dad and Seth get along now and grandpa stopped meddling with us sense we moved to Tennessee. I'm glad I have Seth as a dad I just wish my dad hadn't been such a but hole... I guess if dad hadn't been mom never would have left... and... we would still be being abused by grandpa.
     "Hey... Laura... wake up." Brandy says softly while patting me gently. "Huh.... oh I fell asleep." I mumble as I slowly sit up. "Are you ready to get your scans done?" Brandy asks. "Yeah." I say while I rub my eyes. "Here let me help you into the wheelchair." She says as she gently helps me up. "Did everyone go to the waiting room?" She asks. "No. I told them that they should get something to eat. So they went out to eat. They are going to bring something back for you to eat." I say as we wheel out of the room. "Okay good... I'm getting super hungry! Do you know when they are coming back?" She asks. "No, but it should be soon now." I answer.

Laura, a young woman struggling from an abusive childhood, is trying to start her adult life when she discoverers that she’s not completely human. Follow the story of her life and struggle in discovering herself, battling mental ailments, finding her soulmate, and discovering many unknown secrets of the world.

****[!WARNING! - this Webnovel contains content that is graphic. Some scenes here in might be discomforting, sexual in nature, borderline pornographic, and triggering. Only read this Webnovel if you are 18 years or older and you can handle yourself as an adult and not whine and cry because you are not comfortable with it’s content. If you find yourself uncomfortable while reading this Webnovel stop reading it and find another one that better suits your taste.]****

This Webnovel is somewhat similar to my experience in real life, but I added a more whimsical spin on my reality. Mental illness is serious. Suicide is not the only way out. Everything gets better with time and hard work. Always remember that there is always someone out there that cares, it may not feel like it at times, but someone out there cares. I care.
~Thanks for reading 
❤️ Lauren Slovik

Characters:

Name: Chin y/n
Age: 20
Hobbies: art, singing, dancing 
Personality: cute, funny, shy, sometimes depressed 

Name: Kim Namjoon 
Age: 24
Hobbies: singing, dancing, reading
Personality: happy, shy, nervous 

Name: Chang Bae
Age: 22
Hobbies: jokes, art, sleeping
Personality: happy, funny, inspirational 

Name: Park Areum
Age: 21
Hobbies: art, dancing
Personality: happy, sassy, funny

Name: Lee Chin-Sun
Age: 23
Hobbies: art, singing, sleeping 
Personality: happy, inspirational

Considering that many princes may not take the emperor into their eyes, it is basically impossible to execute the emperor's order. At the suggestion of Marin, Maximilian I also wrote to the Pope, allowing the pope to advocate abstinence throughout Europe for a period of time. Because the infection of syphilis is spread by messing around. If everyone abstinence, there will be no channel for transmission of syphilis.

With this matter resolved, Maximilian I also admired Marin. This little guy, about the same age as Prince Philip, not only helped him defeat the impeccable Frenchman in Italy, gave him loot worth more than one million gold coins, but also helped him to suppress a plague (syphilis) outbreak.
After thinking about it, Maximilian I decided to conduct an extensive publicity throughout the empire. Along with the syphilis ban, promote Marin's "advanced deeds."

Marin was originally only a young man who was not even a knight. After fighting for his emperor, only a few months later, he was named a baron with independent territory because of his martial arts. Such stories are absolutely very inspirational in this era.
This matter is also equivalent to tell everyone in disguise-come on, serve for the emperor, the benefits are great!

The great aristocrats in the Shen Luo Empire who broke the soil, except for the Swabian Alliance and Albrecht, the Duke of Saxony (not the Saxon Elector, but the brother of the Saxon Elector), basically everyone Stand on the opposite side of the emperor.

Therefore, the emperor needed an emerging force to break this situation. The birth of Marin turned the emperor into a propaganda spot.

Maximilian I was the wisest of the Habsburgs. Many people think that Charles V is the most capable monarch of the Habsburgs, but in fact, when Charles V took office, he controlled Spain, a large money bag with a large amount of American gold and silver, and of course he was full of confidence.
You know, in Europe at that time, mercenaries were the mainstream. Whoever had the money could do things. Charles V, sitting on the large gold mine of the Spanish colonial empire, naturally had enough money to hire enough troops to hang out across Europe. Moreover, at that time, the Spanish Faction was just as popular. And Spain's gold and silver, and Spain's large square were not created by Charles V, but existed. Even Charles V's succession to the Spanish throne was due to Maximilian I letting his son Philip marry "mad girl" Juana. Therefore, Charles V's ability is not good to comment on.
But Maximilian I was different. When he ascended the throne, the Habsburgs were in a storm. His father, Frederick III, fought with Hungary and lost half of Austria. And his father-in-law, Charlie, ran away with France ...
So he took over the second mess between Austria and Burgundy. Under such circumstances, Maximilian I decisively abandoned the ancient military system mobilized by Caiyi and switched to the new mercenary system, which made the Habsburg family cost 15,000 without spending much. The powerful infantry and 1500 knights also consolidated the imperial power of the Habsburgs.
Therefore, Maximilian I was the most important founder of the Hapsburg family to monopolize the imperial power of the Holy Roman Empire for 300 years. Charles V can only be counted as the third generation of the emperor.
As a more capable monarch, Maximilian I's vision is not bad. He could see Marin's superior ability, so he was relatively kind to Marin. Before that, Marin bargained with him and did not think he was hesitant, and he was willing to talk to him. If another knight dared to drag so much with Maximilian I, it would have been beaten out by Austrian royal knights.
Of course, the inspirational story of Marin's success under his Majesty, the Emperor feels that it can certainly inspire those young and promising young people to come to work for the Emperor. So Maximilian I resolutely,

 Established Marin as a positive model and promoted it ...
It turns out that the emperor's vision is very good. What people love most is the inspirational stories of these young heroes. The story of Marin relying on 4,000 men and defeating 8,000 well-equipped French knights soon became known in the Principality of Austria and began to spread in the Burgundy region, and then spread throughout the Holy Roman Empire.
The anti-emperor nobles could not stop the spread of Marin's legend in the empire. Because they have no reason to stop the spread and spread of the deeds of young heroes like Marin. But they knew that this matter was good for the emperor ...
Sure enough, after propaganda, many young people in Austria and in Swabian region regarded Marin as their idol. In this era, there aren't many stars and young people don't know who to worship. As for the emperors and dukes, they were too high and too far away from young people.
Marin is not the same. He is also a young man, even a 17-year-old boy, or a boy from a low-level knight family, very "grounded". In Marin's success stories, they seem to see their future ...

After hearing about Marin's inspirational story, many young homeless knights in Austria gave up the idea of ​​serving the nobles and went directly to Vienna to find Maximilian I ...

In their opinion, they are also homeless knight. Marin, a 17-year-old child, can succeed. Why can't I? Even if it is not as good as Marin, it is possible to mix up the official title of Imperial Knight. Because most of the wandering knights are trainee knights, they are not really knights and the real knight needs to be seized by the great aristocracy. Only a knight who has been sealed off can be considered a true nobleman. The trainee knight can only be regarded as an elite warrior, not a nobleman.

In a short time, the emperor recruited 500 wandering knights from all over Austria to come to Vienna to make the emperor happy.

You know, before the Spanish formations appeared, the musket was not a military standard weapon, the knight have not been suppressed by the muskets and gradually withdrew from the stage of history.

Therefore, in this era, the knights are still more popular. Maximilian I was able to recruit 500 more knights, which was a bumper harvest.

Because, although there are many knights in the Holy Roman Empire, there are more big nobles. Regardless of the emperor and duke, there are many knights who serve the count, viscount, and baron.

The emperor himself, because of his poor financial situation, caused many knights to be unwilling to serve his poor ghost emperor, which made him very depressed.

Now, inspired by Marin's inspirational story, many young knights are hot and willing to loyal to the emperor.

Not only those wandering knights but also many young people with poor livelihoods also thought of being a soldier to eat food. In particular, Marin's men, the young men who returned home with hundreds of gold coins. They went to Italy, bought a house and bought a field when they got home, married a beautiful daughter-in-law, and reached the pinnacle of life. This is a living advertisement.

As a result, many poor young people are also eager to go to Vienna to join the emperor. They also want to make a lot of money and embark on the peak of life like their predecessors.

This story/book is NOT my work, it belong to Top Old Cow, the three first chapter were already traduced by Delta Translations 
I will try to let it be free most of the time ( the other will be costing 1 or 2 power stone max)
P.S. : English is not my main language to it's bound to have some error of grammar, etc.

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SYNOPSIS

Marin found himself in the body of a young wandering knight who was driven out of the house. Forced into the 15th Century, he was armed with only a horse, a breastplate, and a lance.

He was soon caught up in the era of German mercenaries established by Maximilian I. And so he decided to become a mercenary. Relying on his internet, historical and game knowledge, he will establish his own mercenary force. Waging war with French knights and Swiss armies, even Emperors, Kings and Pope will beg for his help.
Marin will also send ships to "tail" the Da Gama fleet, going to India and beginning to participate in the maritime trade and colonial competition ...

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This is the first book of this webnovel the second one is called "The Rise of the European Emperor"

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