After grinding in the game "King's Realm" for a week with no sleep, Ordin died. He then found himself inside the game, but somehow he was unfamiliar with the place.

The sleep Transmission is an original book that i have absolutely no future plans for but however this new book of mine will involve the main character/ the mc Toshiari Gravestone experiencing insomnia and having frequent headaches due to all his studying for half yearly exams. Toshiari eventually will get some rest but his dream feels more real than expected, a bit too real for his liking.

Yin Tao was excited because it was the first time he slept with his father and daddy. After he dragged Rong Yi inside the room, he rushed to the bed, climbed up the bed same high as his chest, took out tiny pillow and quilts from his Storage Bracelet and put them next to Yin Jinye's. He patted his tiny pillow and said excitedly, "Daddy, father, come here."

Looking into Yin Tao's sparkling eyes, Rong Yi had no heart to refuse him. He looked back at Yin Jinye, wishing he could refuse this damn kid.

Yin Jinye gave the kid whose smile was bright as sunshine a look, sat down, kept wiping his magic weapon, then said, "You two sleep first."

Rong Yi gave him a hard stare. He meant to let him to refuse the kid but not to allow them to stay.

"Daddy. Come here. Daddy. Come on. Come on. Come here…" Yin Tao rolled on the bed.

Rong Yi opened his mouth but finally he didn't refuse him. It was not a big deal to sleep on the same bed with a kid and a man. Besides, since the master of the room agreed, he didn't need to complain like a girl.

He walked to the bed and Yin Tao threw himself at him excitedly, "Dad, bedtime story, bedtime story."

Rong Yi's eyes twitched, "I better go back to my own room."

God must know that he hates kids so that he specially sent this kid to torture him.

"Don't go, daddy." Yin Tao dragged his sleeve tightly, with both anxiety and expectation in his eyes.

"Do you still want bedtime story?" asked Rong Yi.

"Yes, I do." Nodded Yin Tao.

Rong Yi, "…"

"Daddy, come up here." Yin Tao dragged him onto the bed.

Rong Yi sat down, with one leg hanging at the bedside.

Yin Tao took off Rong Yi's shoes as if he was afraid that he would go at any minute.

Rong Yi took his shoes by himself as he didn't want Yin Tao to try so hard to please him.

Yin Tao then got down by his side and said, "Daddy, bedtime story."

Rong Yi rolled his eyes secretly. How would he know how to tell bedtime stories? Maybe fairytales from his world? He only overheard a few small stories that his elder brother told his younger brothers. But he didn't know the whole stories.

 "Daddy, please."

Rong Yi then asked helplessly, "Why do you want to listen to bedtime story?"

Yin Tao then answered with jealousy, "Other senior brother apprentices all go to bed with their dads telling them bedtime stories. I want that too."

Rong Yi could tell how much this kid wanted love from fathers. He stroked his head and started after thinking for a bit, "Once upon a time there was a kid whose senior brother apprentices all like to listen to bedtime stories from their fathers. One day, the fathers all disappeared…"

"Why did they disappear?" asked Yin Tao out of curiosity.

"Because the senior brother apprentices liked bedtime stories too much to sleep, so Heaven took their fathers away forever."

Yin Tao then hugged Rong Yi tightly. "I don't want to leave you. I don't want to leave you. Daddy, I am done with bedtime stories."

Rong Yi was amused how easily kids were fooled.

Yin Jinye snorted while he was wiping the weapon. He expected that Rong Yi could tell a good story. It turned out to be nothing.

Giving him a quick look, Rong Yi said to Yin Tao, "I might be taken away by Heaven if I tell bedtime stories. But your father wouldn't be taken away. We can let him tell us bedtime stories, OK?"

Yin Tao giggled, "Great."

Yin Jinye, "…"

Rong Yi didn't expect Yin Jinye to come over himself, so he went off the bed to urge him, "Stop it. The more often you wipe it, the weaker it becomes. You might not notice it at the beginning. But given time, you will realize it."

Yin Jinye narrowed his eyes because he really found his magic weapon was not as handy and powerful as before. He always thought that was because he overused it. He even had Spiritual Weapon Maker examine it but found no problems. Was it because he wiped it too often as Rong Yi said?

He was then dragged to the bedside.

"Bedtime story, father." Said Yin Tao happily.

 "It's too late. You should sleep now." said Yin Jinye flatly.

Yin Tao barely said yes and tucked himself in his little quilt as he was deterred by Yin Jinye's condescending power.

"Alas." Rong Yi sighed, looking at the damn kid. If he had known that Yin Jinye could make him sleep with only a few words, he would have already made him do it in the first place.

"So should you." Yin Jinye pushed Rong Yi slightly.

"You mean here?" asked Rong Yi.

"Hmm."

Rong Yi then climbed onto the bed hesitantly.

Yin Tao hugged him immediately, "It feels awesome to sleep with daddy."

Rong Yi patted slightly on Yin Tao's back and closed his eyes. He was worn out after excessively enchanting twice today.Soon he already fell fast asleep.

Yin Jinye picked up his magic weapon and checked it, frowning, and decided not to wipe it anymore. After he put it back to his Storage Ring, he heard even breathing sound from Rong Yi and Yin Tao.

He looked at the kid first and then Rong Yi. This young man didn't wear makeups like a woman as his subordinated described. And what was more, he neither was a coward nor was ill-tempered.

Before he came, he had already made up his mind to stay strangers with him, but now he had kind of expectations for the future development of their relationship.

The minute Yin Jinye was about to look away from Rong Yi, a strand of spiritual power generated from all directions in the air and flew into Rong Yi's body. If he had no such high cultivation power and he was not focusing on Rong Yi, he wouldn't notice it at all.

"Interesting. You can absorb spiritual power  even when you sleep." Said Yin Jingye while curling up his lips.

No one else could do that.

Just as Jimin mentioned his 11:11 experience in front of the flashing lights, I was in awe. Never did I thought that even he could hear a voice inside his head. Yes, I can hear someone too but not at 11:11, a little later. 

At first, it was a sob. 
Followed by happy stories.
Then a continuum of pain.
She's hurt. 

"Taehyung~"

I was in deep sleep when a heard a whisper coming from the room. Thinking it was just a dream, I pulled my pillow into a tighter hug. Hiccups followed, then a soft sob. I try to shake my thoughts on it and continued to sleep. 

At first, it was always at 11:11. After a while, I hear her voices later than 11:11. With this daily activity, I became to know her, waiting patiently for her next stories to be told. 

"Love~ I missed you!"

The sky was clear and the moon was full. I was sitting at the balcony of the apartment when I heard her cheery voice. Unknowingly, my heart fluttered. 

"I'm in the province. The stars shine brightly here. How about there?"

Is she stargazing again? It's becoming her habit. I looked at the bright moon, positioning my arms behind my head for support. 

"Yeah." I answered back, hoping she could also hear my voice. "You're cheery today, something good happened?" 

"Mmm. I saw you went out with Tannie, did you had fun?" She continued to talk to herself. 

"So much fun, I missed him." If someone was to judge me at that time, I can be considered as a crazy person talking to the thin air. 

The talking stopped for a few minutes. Then I heard her giggle. 

"I may be called crazy imagining you answering me right now. Haha." I am talking back, someday you'll hear me say these words to you personally. 

"Love, it's getting cold there. Keep warm and have a good night sleep. I love you." Her voice slowly faded. 

"I will, take care of yourself. Good night." With that, I entered my room and drifted to sleep. 

The next days were quite quiet. No whispers, no voices. No her. 

Few days later while I was getting ready for bed, she whispered with a soft sob. I felt her pain. I closed my eyes and tried my best to talk to her.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Love, I miss you and I'll tell that everyday. I love you with every fiber of my being, with my everything. I love you." She continued to cry. I can feel her sincerity.

"Please wait for me. I promise I'll be fast. I'll do my best and prove my worth. I love you."

She is risking her youth just to be with me. Will everything be worth it for you? How can you be so sure about me? 

I know you always say that love isn't about seeing each other in person. You always tell me that once you feel that unusual feeling of love, it is real. 

I know it's been quite long since this started. It's been more than a year and with that span of time I have been emotionally attached to you. I admit, I always wait for your next rants about how close Jungkook and I can be that we look like couples, how you make me jealous by shrieking on Yoongi and Jimin being handsome and boyfriend material, how you drearily tell me how your day went when your professor did not accept your paper for it was a minute late. And yes, I remember them all. I always waited for the next stories to be told. 

And with all your stories, I tried my best for my lowly whispers to reach you. 

"I may just be a speck of dust in your universe but in mine, you're my entire one." This was the last words I heard before her voice faded. 

I stepped forward as soon as Jimin finished his message. He looked at me questioning as I continued to scan my eyes in the crowd hoping to feel something as I looked into each of the faces. 

"Me too. I admit. I have been hearing your words. This may sound creepy but I really do. I know your here too, you told me you'd be here. You told me you'd be here to show your love to us, and with that, we thank you. 

Thank you for trusting me with your stories. I may be your human diary but I promise your stories are safely zipped in my heart. 

May all your days be filled with happiness. May all your days shine like the brightest star. May all your days be better than the following. 

I know it's a risk but please do it for yourself. ARMYs, do your best not only for us but especially for yourselves. Seeing you at your best is our greatest achievement. 

To you who's been talking to me later than 11:11, this may sound foolish but I promise too. Be fast and let's fulfill our dreams. I'll wait."

silent notes. is an original collection of BTS fanfictions. I hope everybody enjoys this, like how we enjoy being in the fandom. 

You can also ask for story requests and ships. Stay safe and healthy everyone. 

Sending love,
kth_elle

"Who.... who.... is there ? " asked Mia standing in the corridor .
But no one replied to her . 
She again asked "Is anyone here ?"
But again she got no reply . 
She went  through the corridor back into her room and went straight to her bed .The howling wind rattled the windowpanes in the bitter, damp night outside. She twisted and turned under her thin covers. Her teeth chattered in the chilly air around her . She stood up and ran to the window and closed it .She couldn't sleep. Her sweat dripped down her forehead and her heart was thumping hard at  chest. She was always afraid of the dark and she was still .  She could hear the beat of her heart . Suddenly , she heard the crack of the door as someone has opened the door.
She ran downstairs and saw that his parents have returned .
"Why are you so late ?" asked Mia .
"Which type of questions are you asking from your parents " replied Mia's father .
"You both left me alone in the house to enjoy yourselves" Said Mia .
"So why are you here .You should sleep "
"Sleep, I was too afraid .I heard some voices too ."
"Come on Mia stop making stories as usual "
"I am not making stories . I was really hearing the voices from half an hour "
"Ok from where ?"
"From the corridor "
"Corridor ? And what were you doing in the corridor ."
"I was there to drink water . "
"Oh please Mia .Stop making these stories."
"You don't even love me " She said this and went crying in her room .
She went to her room and started crying . 
After sometime her father came in the room and sat along with her . 
"My daughter ,your mother and father both love you ,but sometimes they have to go on dinners just for the sake of business" Replied Mia's father .
"But you always left me alone in the house "
"Because it is your school tomorrow "
"I am always afraid "
"Of what ?"
"Of those voices I am listening from so many months and you thought it to be stories "
"You know what I do when I am afraid ?"
"What you do ?"
"It tell myself that the fear is simply brain chemicals, my amygdala pinged, and then I try to analyze the situation as I may without it. I try to imagine it from the outside, as if it were a movie and not real life. Then I ask myself what my "character" should do. It helps me to make better choices."
"But I can't do this "
"This all happens me everywhere even in school"
"My daughter ,these lines are told me by my father when they left me alone for dinners  
If you are afraid of sunshine,
Even the sun is scary to you.
If you are afraid of rain,
Even a sweet shower is scary to you.
For if you love sunshine,
If you love rain,
They are a lullaby for the soul.
Fear lives not in the world,
But within the mind.
So when fear calls at your door,
Bang, bang, bang...
Ask why you are afraid.
And then you will find,
There is only sunlight in your doorway,
Only gentle rain in your garden."
"So you are doing this because  grandfather have also done this to you "
"No I am just telling you what I do when I feel lonely .It's just our mind who thought that we are afraid " Replied her father .
"You will never understand me "
"OK we will talk after your school tomorrow. You should sleep now "
"Stay here with me until I will sleep"
So Mia's father stood with her until she fall asleep and then went to his room .
"Is Mia asleep " Mia's mother asked .
"Yes she is ?"
"Didn't you think Julien that Mia is grown up child now .Still she believe in all theses things"
"Mia is grown now but I don't know the reason why she is afraid .You know what Sophia she is still afraid .She is hearing some voices in her school too .We should put attention toward it .As she is our only child ."
"Don't worry nothing will happen to her just fell asleep "
And then Julien fall asleep after thinking about that noises .While the the noises were still coming from the room that has always been locked ,which was infront of Mia's room .

"Who.... who.... is there ? " asked Mia standing in the corridor .
But no one replied to her .
She again asked "Is anyone here ?"
But again she got no reply .
She went  through the corridor back into her room and went straight to her bed .The howling wind rattled the windowpanes in the bitter, damp night outside. She twisted and turned under her thin covers. Her teeth chattered in the chilly air around her . She stood up and ran to the window and closed it .She couldn't sleep. Her sweat dripped down her forehead and her heart was thumping hard at  chest. She was always afraid of the dark and she was still .  She could hear the beat of her heart . Suddenly , she heard the crack of the door as someone has opened the door.
She ran downstairs and saw that his parents have returned .
"Why are you so late ?" asked Mia .
"Which type of questions are you asking from your parents " replied Mia's father .
"You both left me alone in the house to enjoy yourselves" Said Mia .
"So why are you here .You should sleep "
"Sleep, I was too afraid .I heard some voices too ."
"Come on Mia stop making stories as usual "
"I am not making stories . I was really hearing the voices from half an hour "
"Ok from where ?"
"From the corridor "
"Corridor ? And what were you doing in the corridor ."
"I was there to drink water . "
"Oh please Mia .Stop making these stories."
"You don't even love me " She said this and went crying in her room .
She went to her room and started crying .
After sometime her father came in the room and sat along with her .
"My daughter ,your mother and father both love you ,but sometimes they have to go on dinners just for the sake of business" Replied Mia's father .
"But you always left me alone in the house "
"Because it is your school tomorrow "
"I am always afraid "
"Of what ?"
"Of those voices I am listening from so many months and you thought it to be stories "
"You know what I do when I am afraid ?"
"What you do ?"
"It tell myself that the fear is simply brain chemicals, my amygdala pinged, and then I try to analyze the situation as I may without it. I try to imagine it from the outside, as if it were a movie and not real life. Then I ask myself what my "character" should do. It helps me to make better choices."
"But I can't do this "
"This all happens me everywhere even in school"
"My daughter ,these lines are told me by my father when they left me alone for dinners
If you are afraid of sunshine,
Even the sun is scary to you.
If you are afraid of rain,
Even a sweet shower is scary to you.
For if you love sunshine,
If you love rain,
They are a lullaby for the soul.
Fear lives not in the world,
But within the mind.
So when fear calls at your door,
Bang, bang, bang...
Ask why you are afraid.
And then you will find,
There is only sunlight in your doorway,
Only gentle rain in your garden."
"So you are doing this because  grandfather have also done this to you "
"No I am just telling you what I do when I feel lonely .It's just our mind who thought that we are afraid " Replied her father .
"You will never understand me "
"OK we will talk after your school tomorrow. You should sleep now "
"Stay here with me until I will sleep"
So Mia's father stood with her until she fall asleep and then went to his room .
"Is Mia asleep " Mia's mother asked .
"Yes she is ?"
"Didn't you think Julien that Mia is grown up child now .Still she believe in all theses things"
"Mia is grown now but I don't know the reason why she is afraid .You know what Sophia she is still afraid .She is hearing some voices in her school too .We should put attention toward it .As she is our only child ."
"Don't worry nothing will happen to her just fell asleep "
And then Julien fall asleep after thinking about that noises .While the the noises were still coming from the room that has always been locked ,which was infront of Mia's room .

Story of a girl Mia and her mute sister  who were dealing with supernatural forces . The story takes a turn as they found some secrets of their family .

Ever since I was born, I preferred dreams over reality. I would sleep any chance I got. Eventually, my power, it was sleep!

I could sleep forever, dream forever, and never have to wake. I could be anyone I wanted, the villain, out to kill everything, or the dying sage, giving his last bit of wisdom to a random passerby. 

One day, I realized that there were no other games I could think of. I was just repeating the same thing over and over. 

I started asking people to tell me a story. If the story was interesting, I'd let them go. If not or if I'd heard it before, then I'd have a new companion to bully until they disappear. 

I never did figure out why they dissapeared. 

Oh, well.

Now I gather their images, the ones who tell good stories are in a golden frame, and their stories are written under them, so I can always read them again.

The ones with bad stories are in a black frame. 

Now, all I do is stay here. 

Waiting for our day.

So please, try to enter.
We will protect you.
Don't stay the night.
Or we will kill you.

So stay in the sunlight~
Keep far away.
For we remain in the shadows.
Waiting for our day.

We will rise.

-----

A group of short stories from another world.

"You still didn't answer my question."

"Here you go sir; triple chocolate sprinkle cake with raspberries on top. Have a nice day."

"There's not much to talk about Croak."

"There has to be something,"Croak demanded from behind the counter.

Hopper turned the sign to closed and looked out. Lightning cracked the evening sky and a 'boom' rattled the restaurant. The rain was here coming upon heaps and heaps. Hopper locked the door and turned around.

"You really want to know? Okay, I'll tell you. It all went down on a night like this. Everybody believes when God made He intended everything to be happy-fun loving people with no harm or evil to come to them. That can't be further from the truth. Everything that happens is for a purpose and why would God let something like this happen to me? Why did God target me specifically? What did I do? But at the end of the day an earthquake is just an earthquake. A natural occurring phenomeon. You sadly were just at the wrong place at the wrong time when it happened.

They say singing helps lift peoples spirits! Well that night someones spirits were lifted physically and otherwise. It all happened so fast. One minute we were singing then the next a hawk was swooping in over our heads. We all hit the mucky sticky water in unison except for one. Dad was too slow to jump in and when I came up to resurface for a breath all I saw were the hawks talons encircling my dad and carrying him away like he was a fish."

"Sorry to hear about your dad. I didn't know that was what happened."

"It's okay. Last story he ever told. If only I would've known. If I hadn't snuck out, baked a cake and forgot the salt then none of this would've happened."

"Hopper, this is not your fault. No one could've known. All I know is that your dad did not die because of salt."

"Then why? Why him? What did he ever do to deserve this? Why did God have to take him especially at that time? I just don't understand."

Silence fell and Croak looked at Hopper's eyes as a tear fell to the earth. This was the first time Hop was opening up and Croak thought about what he would say next. After a deep breath in he continued.

"I can't answer you that but what I can say is remember him not for that night but the rest of his life. What's the best thing you remember about your dad?"

"Even though I would've hated to admit it at the time I would have to say his stories. Back then I was so clueless and didn't understand any of his stories but looking back those are the stories that I use to help shape who I am. Would you like to hear some of his stories?"

"Hopper," Croak said, standing beside Hopper and putting a hand on his shoulder.

"There would be nothing I would like more. To find out about the man who shaped you into the best, smartest, kindest, handsomest, cleanliness, messiness, and most stubborn of a man today. The best friend anybody could ever hope for."

A smile formed on Hopper's face and a small laugh trickled out. He wiped his tears and went to a booth to sit down. 

"Sit over here and let me tell you the tale of the amazing dad.
To set the mood I must first take you back. Back to before I was a baker and knew what good was. See, we lived in a small pond that was just biug enough for my ever growing family and no one else. The neighborhood wasn't the best but it was quiet and there were a lot of flies to eat. For some, food security alone was enough to push over the mucky, dark, dirty water but not for me. I wanted to know what I was lying my body in when I went to sleep. I mean Daredevil makes sleeping in a bathtub look easy but I'm sure he pours the water out a few times a week and then pours new water in. You can't do that to a pond no matter how hard you try. I wanted to find water that was not only safe to sleep in but too drink as well."

"So you always were adventrous from a young age I see."

"It's not that I was adventerous or anything. I was just never content with anything and always strived for better. That night I strived for the one thing others wished but didn't have. Security! And that's where our story begins."

"Another successful raid," I thought as I slowly closed the door. The last click of the doorknob locked and I heard them. The footsteps.

"Hopper!!" My dad yelled, turning on the lights and walking downstairs.

"Piss."

"If God has to wake me up from my nap again and show me what you were doing then you, I, and God will have ourselves a tango."

I was at the age that I didn't...wait, wait, wait. You had houses on your lilypads?" Croak butted in.

Hopper's face dropped into anger a little and responded.

"Wait, you think all frogs just live on lilypads?"
"Well, I guess. The more I think about it I never see frogs sleep at night so they have to sleep somewhere. Where do fairies live? Do they live in fair houses!?"

"Croak, my dad is not a fairy and for your concern fairies are made from a baby's first tear and crying. They are then sent to a flower where the flower blooms and a fairy is born. Now are you going to interrupt all my stories like this. I was getting to a good part."

"Under one condition. If you make me a batch of muffins then I promise I'll stop."

"Do you promise?"

Croak shook his head as fast as he could.

"Will you help me?"

"Umm. nah. I'm good. Also I like watching you bake. You're so...detailed and peacefull."

"Fine.. Remind me where I found you again."

"Huu...you should incorporate me into your stories."

"We'll see. Can I finish my story now?"

" You can. Can't promise my stomach though. So what happened next."

Silence. My dad and I just locked eyes and a shiver went down my spine. I didn't know who God was but that night I feared Him and not in a healthy way either. Whoever this God was He just has two eyes so there was no way He could've seen what I did. He's just one person. Then my day proceeded to tell me what I was doing, who I was with, and where we were down to the specific details of our surroundings. I think that talk was meant to scare me from doing what I was doing but honestly it had the opposite effect. I won't tell you what I did that night but from then on the lessons started thanks to me being destined to become more stealthy then what I did last time and to test the eyesight of this powerful God. You will hear though that after every attempt to evade God my dad would give me a lesson starting off with where I was, what I was doing, then telling me that I had to stop because God can do what I couldn't and more for me so I had no need to worry anymore. Thus started the battle between me and God.

A frog who feels alone. He craves something more and something that will help his family out but every time he tries his dad reminds him that they don't need it. This is a story of one brave frog struggling to accept that God has everything for him and doing all he can to do something on his own but God supplies all our needs. Have a blessed day

"Little one, let me tell you a story!" 
This is the exact point in time my fight against insanity began.
I keep talking not to lose my mind. 
You see, here, the only unit of time measurement I have are my stories. 
Humans usually rely upon the sun to keep track of the passage of time. 
The day is bright, and the night is dark. 
Also full of terror you know. 
Still, it is a simple and basic system that works well for its intended purpose. 
Everyone can agree on it. 
If you are ever wondering, you can always look at the giant flaming ball in the sky. 
What happens when there is no such option? 
Let's say you are underground or for whatever reason you need to remain cooped-up inside a building with no windows. 
Then time can be told using technology. 
You can look at your watch and know for sure.
What happens in cases where both options are unavailable?
Well, there is always the biological clock. 
Humans nowadays are used to regular schedules. 
People have a time they wake up and a time they go to sleep. 
Just by knowing how sleepy one is, it's possible to figure that information out. 
Hell, some people even have an internal clock for shiting. 
Especially these guys that make sure to do their business on company time. 
I am in a peculiar situation. 
There is no sun, there is no technology and I have no physical body. 
This means that I had to get creative. 
I started noticing the flow of time by the flow of my stories. 
One anime episode narration recap, one whole movie recap, one gaming highlight recap. 
All of this is done through me talking about my life to my buddy. 
For hours and hours or as I would call it episodes. 
He is a really good listener. 
It is a great help, to be honest. 
Loneliness is no joke. 
Most of the suicides are committed because of that. 
Because of a feeling of not belonging anywhere. 
My recommendation for people that want more friends to talk to is to join the discords of their favorite novels. 
Easy way to find people sharing the same hobbies. 
In that regard, he does keep me company. 
I call it he, but I truly don't know if my companion has a gender, or what it is at all. 
From time to time, he will answer with a well-timed distorted sound. 
Kinda like the nod equivalent humans have. 
Or the use of the ever so useful "Okay.". 
Well, that might be me comforting myself. 
After all, I have no proof whatsoever that it is consciously listening to me. 
It might be more the instinctive reaction to my presence. 
Still, I would rather think him a friend than a detached bystander or even a potential enemy.
Being an optimist is sometimes necessary. 
Hope is necessary to live. 
So, I keep recounting my life experiences to him. 
Sometimes I backtrack to retell the same story but in a better way. 
I feel like the more I keep at it the more I am improving. 
Kinda like that one author I knew. 
That mad lad didn't even speak English when he started his novel. 
Then a few months later he was releasing 3 chapters a day. 
I am in a similar situation. 
At first, I had trouble structuring my ideas. 
Don't get me wrong I'm still not a good storyteller. 
But at least I'm now able to tell a story without adding tons of "ehhh…and this happened ahh….and this". 
But there are bad days too. 
Well, bad undefined timeframes where it is harder. 
Sometimes, for some reason, my friend goes into sleep mode. 
At least that's how I call it. 
He'll just stand there (not literally) and do nothing. 
Says nothing either. 
Then this turns into a one-man show. 
Me talking aloud to no one. 
That reminds me of the time I tried streaming. 
I was truly lucky. 
At the time I had released a few gaming videos and I was well known in a small gaming community. 
As soon as I started, I already had a few viewers to share with and talk to. 
But I did hear horror stories of streaming. 
People staring and talking to their camera for hours with not a single soul to answer them. 
Scary stuff really. 
Sometimes a friend is all one needs. 
That famous painter that used to be on tv would say the same.
God, I loved that guy! 
 After every sleep session, the creature I spend my time with comes back quickly to its curious self.
 Hopping around me (not literally) and awaiting my lectures. 
In such a way a lot of stories happen. 
Many, many stories. 
To put things into perspective I get the feeling I have been here for at least a few years. 
I might be wrong. 
I have no clue. 
I wonder how long such a thing will keep going? 
I have asked myself that same question in countless instances already. 
We keep going this way until I notice the sleep mode happening again. 
I am used to it. 
Just need to wait for a little while. 
For some reason, this seems to take longer than usual. 
I guess I am getting impatient. 
Such is the effect of time. 
But that does not matter. 
I just need to hold on. 
No matter what. 
I just need to remain hopeful and mentally strong. 
I just need…this is definitely taking longer than usual. 
At first, it is only a slight feeling, but soon enough I know it for a fact. 
Don't tell me my friend succumbed?! 
No…. I don't want to be left alone!
"Stay with me! Don't give up! 
I have so much more to tell you! 
You can't do this to me! 
You need to be there to cheer me up! 
You can't! 
You just can't! 
C'mon fight! 
Just fight! 
I don't fucking care how! 
Without you, there is no way I will be able to hold on. 
Please. My friend. 
Please. Fight it." 
"Please Please Please Please Please Please 
Please Please Please Please Please Please 
Please Please Please Please Please Please 
Please Please Please Please Please Please " 
I wait but it doesn't react. 
This is over. 
All over. 
I tried my best. 
I truly did. 
Let this void claim me. 
Let my existence be extinguished. 
I do not care anymore. I just want this pain to be over. 
My only friend. The last one. 
Gone like that. 
Not waking up anymore.
I won't hear its cute gibberish. 
I won't converse with it anymore. 
I opened my heart and soul to it. 
A part of me died with it. 
I won't be myself anymore. 
I'm mentally strong?
I can do this for so long?
Who am I kidding? 
I can't. 
How risible.
I can already feel my soul weakening. 
This is for the best. 
Let it end. 
That's when I hear it. 
A deep melodious voice. 
Seemingly as ancient as the world. 
[Hello little friend.] 
Wait?! 
Is that who I think this is?! 
I would cry tears of joy right now if I could!
I can't wait to have a proper conversation with my friend!

Yggdrasil’s Pupil. 
A direct representative of the God Tree. 
A protector and a bridge with the world. 
No one truly knows where he came from. 
The one that would come to lead them all. 
Guiding the Eternal Forest’s inhabitants. 
A place of myth and legends. 
All we know is he left his mark everywhere in the world. 

I spent my whole life looking for answers. 
I just found a manuscript apparently shedding light on it all. 
I just have one thing to say:
“What the fuck is this?!” 
*Sigh* 
I will just copy it in its entirety. 
You guys can judge for yourselves. 

*PS: Volume 1 is mostly Slice of Life ;)*

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Schedule: 2-3 chapters a day (Temp hiatus, write on the last chap if you want more of it !!! )
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