
[Current time: 12:04]
[Midnight Ruler is about to wear off]

"Die!" Harvard and the tree were neck and neck or bark and bark. He dodged a laser beam and a few exploding fruit and slashed at its branches. 

-180, -300, -500, -600, -800(critical), -600

[King Oak's Tree is starting to recover.]
[King Oak's Tree has recovered!]

"No! What am I doing wrong!" Harvard jumped up to the top of the tree and dodged the spikey barbed branches. There had to be something he hadn't tried attacking yet right? 

"Your time is up, human," The King Oak Tree said, "Your curse is wearing off. It looks like I won this battle today."

"Damn it! This is the only place I haven't stabbed," Harvard stabbed it in the thickest place on its body near the top of its head. "I'll be back tomorrow King Oak Tree! You just wait!"

[King Oak Tree's weakpoint has been found.]
[King Oak Tree has lost all reason.]
[King Oak Tree has spit a key out of its mouth.]
[King Oak Tree imagined its life flashing before its eyes.]
[King Oak Tree has died]
[Harvard has defeated King Oak Tree!]
[King Oak Tree will revive in 5 minutes!]

"We did it!" Harvest King smiled and kicked aside a foaming at the mouth Bomb Fruit. "We did it! Now let me take this lady back to my hotel! She fell asleep, haha!"

"Not in your wildest dreams" Harvard snatched the key from the ground and walked over to the chest. "You did absolutely nothing! This treasure better be for me!"

[You have the key to the Oak Chest]
[Would you like to open the chest?]

###

"Yes!" Harvard manually put the key in the chest. "Yes, I will open it myself, thank you!"

He opened it up and prayed something good would be inside. However, there was no golden light and the chest was kind of heavy. After a minute, he finally opened the lid.

"Heavy Chests are usually more valuable!" Harvest King smiled. "Let me see, man! I helped too!"

[You've discovered a small phantom, A Smoke Mirror Beast!] 

[Smoke Mirror Beast] (Cursed) 
[Level 25]
[Reputation: Takes lives in the areas he lingers.]
[Ability 1: Smokescreen: Creates a cloud of smoke that decreases visibility and annoys the hell out of people. Has a small chance of stunning small children]
[Ability 2: Ghost Reflection: Allows the Smoke Mirror Beast to become a shadow of another ghost for a minute]
[Ability 3 (Cursed): Shadow of Death: If the Smoke Mirror beast feels like he's about to die, he could explode everything around him for kilometers. ]

'So, if he ever felt threatened, he'd explode and kill us all. No wonder he's cursed! I'm leaving this thing in here!'

"It's so cute!" Lilac smiled and picked up the Smoke Mirror Beast. "I'll name him Smokey! Becuase he looks like a cloud of smoke with eyes!"

"Soft hands. Me like!" Smokey laughed and got hugged by Lilac. "Woohoo! Finally free! I thought King Yama would never let me out of there!"

[Smoke Mirror Beast is in an infatuated state.]
[You're currently safe]
[He's turning angry. Danger!]

"He's just a little cloud of smoke," Harvest King said and put pushed Smokey aside. "Damn it! There's nothing else in the box?"

"Oh, yeah there is! A level 27 Blade for me! Woohoo!"

"I-I want to kill him." Harvard pointed towards the exit. "Oh well, at least I can return the Quest and we can finally leave."

###

[Quest Update: Deliver Smokey to Central City]
[The Mayor has requested you take his daughter Lilac with you. She seems to be the only thing that can calm Smokey down.]
[Failure will result in the death of everything nearby you.]

"Wow, it really likes me," Lilac lied on her bed and smiled. Smokey snuggled next to her. He really looked like a grey smoke ball with two yellow eyes and occasional flashes of some substance. 
When he got angry, a substance inside of him would heat up and he'd turn into a thermonuclear bomb. Yup, he'd literally cause a neuron to split inside of him and kill everything!

"Well, tomorrow will be a better day!" Harvard sighed and exited the Mayor's Mansion. "Wait, what happened to Tabitha? Oh no! I forgot about our Donkey too! What am I doing?!"

"Hehe, I reserved us a room," Tabitha road on top of the donkey with a smile. "Now come on! I give really great massages!"

###

"AHHHH! That hurts in a good way!" Harvard felt Tabitha's little hands digging deep into his muscular transparent back. He wanted to scream it felt so good and hurt so much. "AHHH! It's over 9000 times better than I expected!"

"Go to sleep! You didn't even buy us two separate rooms," Harvest King had become dirt poor because of Count Silvester having someone follow him and take his money every few hours. "All because I said something about a man's daughter, he thinks he can rob me!"

Knock! Knock!

"I'm sorry! I'm out of money! Come back tomorrow and I'll give you whatever you want!"

"It's me!" A familiar voice said, "Smokey wanted me to find you, Harvard. It said it likes us when we're together."

"What do you mean when we're together?" Harvard turned up and saw Tabitha jumping in the air. "Wait, what are you doing? No, not again!"

Boom!

[The massage was critically effective!]
[You've gained +1 Vitality for the next 5 minutes]

"Hoho! I'm done. That will be 1000 Lograms," Tabitha kicked Harvard in the back. "Pay up or I'll bring in the donkey."

"Hehe, looks like fun. Now what do you want me to do Smokey?"

"Get on the bed with Harvard and cuddle with him. I'll be on your side! It'll be just like my mother and father used to do!"

[Smokey is serious. Don't do it and he may kill everyone you love.]

"Oh, they used to kiss before bed! Make it happen, or I don't know what I'll dream about. I might go Kaboom and kill all your motha fudding asses."

Harvard had been a well respected lawyer, but then he got killed by his girlfriend because he forgot to take out the garbage and she also had robbed a bank.

Afterwards, he had a lot of time to think in the underworld before he got to meet King Yama - a beautiful women with the greatest mounds and body he'd ever seen on the ruler of the underworld. 

She invited him to take part in the phantom universe expansion pack, and because of his lot in life, she decided to give him a little bit of much needed help. He gets lucky enough to inherit the Evolving Ghost System, and journey into the new expanded universe! 

Inside, he will meet lots of beautiful women, complete quests from badass NPCS, and have fun joining a guild and terrorizing the new universe. 

There is nothing he cannot do with his new system!

[Evolving Ghost System would like to give you a gift basket!]

[All Host has to do is complete a simple Quest to receive it!]]


'Oh god, I hope it's more simple than killing 100,000 Ghost Slimes. My reputation is still ruined because of that!"

Harvard nervously opened the prompt.

"Oh no! Oh god! Here we go again!"

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The captain rewarded them from the plunder they recieved from the hunter. 
"We decided to give you this..." The captain smiled. 
Hue recieved the gift and was surprised to see a an elegant face powder. The mirror was circular the same from a rear view mirror. The outline was carefully designed with steel shaped in flower wheel. 
When the four of them sat and examined the face powder they decided to have Oak use it. Stripe examined the said face powder and saw another layer intact on the base. It's a little wheel with a circular and tiny handle and each line contains a letter. 
"It says Caller's Spring." Hue read. 
"What is this?" Stripe asked as he studied the face powder in his palm. He twirled the handle and the wheel started to turn. The pointer stopped and it pointed on the letter L. 
The team leaned in to observe when the rear mirror spelled a word. 
"LINGER." the four exchange glances as they recited the word. The face powder sucked them in as they screamed. 

Stripe screamed as he came face to face on a foam above him. He looked to his side as Hue and Nod were blinking. Oak covered his mouth with his palm. Oak reach out to what is above them. The soft feathery texture she felt confirmed her suspicion. 
"We are under a bed. A king size one." Oak whispered. 
Stripe removed Oak's hand covering his mouth and asked. 
"Where is the face powder?" 
"I have it here in my pouch's pocket." Nod whispered. 
Hue took a peek from below and found the things covered with white cloth. 
"I think we are the only one in here." Hue informed.
Each person carefully rolled out of bed. 
They examined the place and decided that it's a creepy and abandoned house. 
"This house is huge." Stripe stated. 
"Yep. But let us look around to see what we need to do here." Hue instructed. 
"I agree but can we please move as one. It felt like we are inside a hunted house." Nod complained. 

They walked from the bedroom,  to the halls and every corner of the house but was only welcomed by webs, dusts and antique things.
The gang decided to get under the bed in order to get out of the place since the window and doors won't open. They looked like worms under the bed. 
"This is frustrating! How are we going to get out of here?" Stripe thundered as he sat on the bed. 
"What did it say?" Hue asked as he eyed his companions. 
"LINGER." Nod replied. 
"This of this,  we are summoned under a bed inside an abandoned house with no lights but the lamps.  This is a thrill!" Oak elaborated. 
"No one is happy about that darling. Don't get too excited about it." Nod said ruffling her hair.

"Linger means remain or tarry. Does that mean we need to do so here?" Stripe asked as he look around. 
"There is one thing about linger,  it means there is a reason to exist." Hue pointed. 
"So? what does linger have to do in this place?" Nod asked. 
"Could it be that something lingers under the bed?" Oak nonchalantly voiced out. 
The whole team looked at each other and they all jump on top of the bed. 
"Okay most of the time it's a hand that comes out under the bed!" Stripe rapped as he shivers.
"No, in every horror movie a doll or ball comes out from it!" Oak argued their shivering became more intense when a ball roll out of the bed. The team gawked in silence as they watch the singlr ball appear from under the bed. 
"I tooold you!" Oak boasted. 
"Baby, you should not be happy about it!" Nod nagged as he embraced Oak from behind. 

The bed started to bounce from below. The four young professionals started to compress and squeak. 
"Let's take a guess." Hue managed to speak. 
"I bet it's a boy." Oak spoke. 
"No it's a girl." Stripe and Nod said together. 
"Someone should check it under us." Hue suggested. 
"You can!" Stripe suggested. 
"Yeah you should." Nod agreed. 
Hue glanced at Oak who looked excited. 
"I bet someone else wants to do it!" he said. 
Oak nodded as she crawl at the side of the bed. She secured herself by laying face flat on the bed and properly reached out on the bed sheets on the side of the matress. She gulped in and blinked her eyes as she leaned down till her face almost reach the floor. She breathed out and took a peek under the bed. 

Nod disagreed to have Oak do the checking but she seemed to be so interested. Nod held on her heel when she peeked on under the bed. Nod felt the cold sweat forming on his temple. It was long enough before Oak lifted up her face and stared at them. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and announced as if she just recieved the gender within a mother's womb. 
"It's a boy." 
Stripe and Nod silently screamed as Hue remained stoned. 
"What does he looked like?" Stripe asked. 
Oak peeked again under the bed and said 
"He had a round eyes. His eyes seemed to have been gouge out. His cheeks were scraped and his wrist had some rope marks." 
Hue gulped and looked at the ball on the side started rolling back under the bed. 
"Ask him why is he there?" Hue spoke. 
Oak did and she passed the answer. 
"He is hiding." The answer frooze the three men. 
"From who?" Nod whispered. 
Oak again communicated but the ball suddenly got thrown on the wall. The bed started to quake. 
Nod felt the face powder within his pouch's pocket vibrating. He opened it up and the rear view mirror said. 
"Leave."
"Live."
The door knob started twisting as a banging was heared. The gang put on the blanket over themselves as they melt in fear.

To be helped by something invisible put on a light and warm tag to the heart. Yet to help while your disable with unexpected things is beyond unbelievable.

[Inner World has been successfully created and merged with the host. Upon capturing Pokemon, they will be transferred to the Inner World instead of their Pokeball. In the Inner World, they will have a suitable environment for their type. Host will be able to summon them with their respective Pokeball.]

[Dimensional pocket successfully linked with Inner World, where the host can store Pokeballs and take them out with a thought.]

[Level System successfully linked with the host. Pokemon will be able to increase their Level through battling or training, causing them forcefully to grow at an increased rate without any side effects. Host will be able to view the Level of their Pokemon with a thought.]

Upon waking up, Shadow was greeted by the mechanical voice in his head.

"And here I thought that what happened was only a dream." He sighed and noticed that he is no longer in the forest. 

Shadow was currently in a bed wearing only shorts. 'Someone must have taken care of me when I was unconscious.' He thought to himself and observed the room he was in. There was a small table with two chairs, a wardrobe, and a mirror. He also noticed that his clothes were neatly placed on one of the chairs. 

Getting out of bed, Shadow felt something different about himself. He was always in good shape due to the constant training that he did, but he felt at least two times stronger than before. 

Walking up to the mirror, he observed himself. Nothing major had changed, he still looked about 1.85m high with a lean, but muscular body type. Hair as dark as the night, with a handsome face, but his eyes were no longer the brown color they used to be, they were now scarlet red, giving him a devilish look.

'How did this happen?' Shadow was still checking himself out when heard the door to his room open. Turning around he saw a beautiful brown-haired woman standing at the door.

Daisy Oak has been taking care of the stranger that her grandfathers Arcanine brought back three days ago. He seemed fine but he has been unconscious for the past few days. Daisy had just eaten breakfast with her grandfather and decided to check up on the stranger. 

Opening the door to his room, she noticed that he was no longer in the bed, but he was standing in front of the mirror in the room with only his shorts on. She already knew that he was fit since she was the one taking care of him, but seeing him right now she felt butterflies in her stomach. Once he turned around and looked at her, she was completely mesmerized by his devilish looking eyes. 

"I..ugh...uhh" For a moment she forgot how to speak and immediately closed the door not to embarrass herself further than what she already did.
 
Daisy went to find her grandfather and notify him that the stranger had woken up. While leaving Shadow standing there confused by what happened. He presumed she would come back shortly with someone, so he decided to put on his clothes. He put on his black sweatshirt and sweatpants, and once he finished putting on his shoes, he heard the door open again. 

This time it was a middle-aged man with grey hair that walked in. He was wearing a lab coat with a light maroon polo shirt underneath. Following behind him was a giant orange canine with jagged black stripes. Just looking at him Shadow felt intimidated by the beast.

"You are finally awake. For a second I thought you would never wake up." The man greeted Shadow with a laugh and noticed him looking warily at his partner.

"You don't have to be afraid of Arcanine, he is after all the one who brought you here, and despite his look, he is a big softy on the inside. My name is Samuel Oak, but people call me Professor Oak around here." The Professor told Shadow.

"That's right, I brought you here three days ago after you started screaming in the forest," Arcanine said after Oak, startling Shadow.

"I see, so I've been unconscious for three days already. Nevertheless, thank you for saving me and taking care of me." Shadow thanked the duo.

"How did you know you have been unconscious for three days?" Oak asked him while narrowing his eyes.

"Umm, didn't Arcanine just say he brought me here three days ago?" He asked the Professor, which greatly surprised him. Oak has met other people that can understand Pokemon, but this is an extremely rare ability.

"I see. You don't get to meet people like you every day who can understand Pokemon." Hearing him, Shadow understood that this is not something common, and possibly shouldn't have let the Professor know without knowing his intentions. For a moment he stood there not knowing how to respond before Oak continued.

"I apologize but I checked through your stuff to be able to identify you and possibly get in touch with your relatives, but I was only able to find this note with Jason Grimm written on it. I presume this would be your name but I wasn't able to find any families with that surname." Hearing him say that name, Shadow felt like he had a connection with that name.

'Jason Grimm, huh? I like that, from today onward I would be known as Jason Grimm rather than Shadow.' He thought to himself.

"Jason, could you tell me where are you from?" Oak asked him.

"I apologize, Professor but I don't know where I'm from, and to be honest I don't remember anything about myself other than my name which you just brought up." He couldn't tell him he was snatched away by a magical Game Boy and brought into an unknown world.

"I see, it seems you have some form of amnesia." Said the Professor while bringing an arm to his chin and slowly rubbing it.

"Do you know what Pokemon are Jason?" Oak asked him after a moment of pondering.

"I'm afraid not Professor," Jason answered him while shaking his head.

"Well, this is slightly troubling. How about this, would you like to stay with me for a while and work as my assistant. I will be able to help you out and provide you with all the necessary knowledge regarding Pokemon. You will have a place to stay in the meantime and be paid for your work as my assistant." Oak told Jason.

"Thank you for offer Professor, I don't have anywhere to go so I will be happy to accept it," Jason agreed to stay here and learn what those Pokemon exactly are since he remembered that mechanical voice told him how captured Pokemon will be transferred to his Inner World, which he still didn't know exactly what it is.

Professor Oak smiled once he heard Jason accepting the offer. He might not know anything about Pokemon now, but someone with the ability to understand them is invaluable. 

Suddenly a yellow humanoid Pokemon with a short mustache and two spoons appeared next to Oak, surprising both of them.

"Could you please stop flaring your Psyching Powers you are disturbing my rest." Jason heard a gentle voice in his head confusing him even further.

"Well, this will certainly be interesting," Oak said with a smile on his face.

Silk pushed through a thicket to reveal the campsite and two idiots lying there sleeping. An evil grin came upon Silk, it might be too much but then the look on the victims is priceless. Lifting his leg Silk kicked the two lazy idiots awake.
There was some grumbling as they got up.
"Explain yourself Silk," Crusher said flexing his muscles. "It had better be good."
"What are you and your muscles going to do? Hit me."
"You are going to pay dearly," Crusher shouted.
Flames were sprouting from behind Crusher. It was originating from Phoenix who was obviously furious from this rude awakening.
"While you two idiots were asleep, I have made great strides in the mirror kinds rout strategy." Silk held up the chopping board.
"You have a plaque of wood, well done." Crusher remarked sarcastically.
"It's more than that, it's their greatest weakness." Silk countered.
"How?" Phoenix chimed in. "It's just a bunch of symbols, a picture at most."
"See, I'm not quite sure how it will help us now but I'm sure it will somehow."
"So your plan has nothing real behind it." Crusher remarked.
"It seems that way but I need your help. Oak is still in the city and we need to help him and the people he wants to protect." Silk went on.
"No plan and no backup against an army, sounds great." Crusher retorted.
"Are you planning to kill us," Phoenix retorted. "I don't want to die."
"Have you never gone against an army before?" Silk said in a condescending way.
"Yes, but not the demonic army. That's suicide." Crusher countered.
"Only if you face them head on," Silk countered back.
"That requires planning, you don't have one. You just stated that," Crusher interjected.
"I do have a plan, the chopping board." Silk said back while presenting it.
"The so-called chopping board that you have no idea what it says," Crusher laughed tauntingly.
"If the mirror kind are what I'm thinking of they re tragic beings and I'm sure that the demonic army have tied them down somehow. These enchantments are unnatural and bare the hallmarks of demonic magic, this will help us," Silk explained.
"How would you know that? You haven't been the most reliable magician or even fighter. You have been quite frankly pathetic." Crusher remarked savagely.
Silk's expression darkened. "I'm one of the best at enchanting. My magical ability is near nothing and yet I can survive against a demon because of my knowledge in magic and my achievements in enchanting. Don't look down at me, I'm Silk the Spider and I fought in the demonic war, I'm the tailor of the workshop. What have you done?"
"Harsh," Phoenix said warningly. "I sacrificed myself to stop the demons from destroying my world, I should be dead."
"I fought a demonic horde and only died when they somehow created a black hole to kill me. We've all done some amazing things." Crusher answered defensively. "At least we are reliable, you have not been."
Silk sighed, "You're right. I'm sorry, it's just that I want you to trust me for once. I want to show you something wonderful."
"Fine," Crusher grunted. "I'm in."
"I suppose I am as well," Phoenix moodily said.
"Well, let's go off to see the wizard. The wonderful wizard called Oak." Silk said moving back to the city.
As they were walking Phoenix asked a question taking Silk by surprise. "You said you had an idea of what the mirror kind are so what are they?"
"Unlike you to ask questions," Silk commented. "I would make a guess that they are spirits of the deceased. Well, not quite. The mirror kind are the reflections of powerful people, when the real version dyes, they have no one to reflect. The magic of the powerful people leaves an imprint on the reflection giving them life. I am pretty sure I've met one before but I never knew they had so much skill in space and illusion magic."
"Are you sure?" Phoenix asked with a sad look on her face.
"Pretty sure. Something seems off, are you okay?" he asked concerned.
"Yes," she paused. "No, I'm not. These mirror kind, I had one, right?"
Silk looked her up and down sensing her magical power, "you should almost definitely have a living reflection. Why?"
"I come from the phoenix lineage. Does my reflection know what I know?"
"Yes it should. They are probably the reason that the demons know so much."
"This is bad. Have you heard about death, by death sleep?" Phoenix asked.
"Only the first two lines. Death, by death sleep. Where worlds shall meet." Silk answered honestly.
"I too have heard those words from my dead master," Crusher interjected.
"There are apparently many prophecies which follow this vein with those two lines starting the prophecies. The prophecy that follows the line of the phoenix goes as so. Death, by death sleep. Where worlds shall meet. The flame shall split. Leaving only a flame which will spit. The flame of the corrupt and light. Will have to join and unite. The one who achieves this. Will never achieve bliss." Phoenix recited. "I think the prophecy has started, I think my reflection has taught a corrupt flame to the demons."
"How would you know this?" Silk asked curiously.
"I saw a demon use flame magic similar to mine in God's arena."
"Your prophecy, what is it?" Silk asked turning to Crusher.
"My master took this to his death bed so keep these words secret. Death, by death sleep. Where worlds shall meet. The masters of space and time. Only those by them shall be fine. Embrace the light. To fight the night. Become the first guardian. So you are not beaten." Crusher recited these words confidently. "I think we all know who the master of space is, now I need to find the master of time."
"Oak is not the master of space magic." Silk shot. "The masters of space and time have not been decided yet, we still have a ways to go." Silk's eyes were bloodshot as he said this looking straight ahead. They had made it to the city quickly.
Phoenix and Crusher looked at where Silk was looking. They saw the body of Oak on the ground. Next to the body was what looked like the old man Silk had seen in the reflections trap.
"Why Silk, good to see you," he called.
"How do you know who I am?" he shouted back.
"You are an accomplished enchanter who survived the demonic war, the demons keep tabs on anyone vaguely threatening. Of course I know." The old man shrugged and looked at the other group condescendingly.
"Th master of time, old man Strocker. Your reputation precedes you. You are eccentric and made some questionable choices in the demonic war but this take the cake. What would possess you to take the life of your counterpart, the master of space? Why do you side with the demons?" Silk sharply jabbed.
"The truth, someone like you could never understand." The old man tauntingly said.
"You would be surprised what people like us could understand." Silk countered keeping an edge in his voice. Silk showed him the chopping board.
The old man's condescending smile suddenly disappeared. "I never understood why someone like Oak would mix with someone like you." Strocker showed Silk Oak's key in his hand. "Meet me in the throne room of the castle s you want this back." He disappeared suddenly leaving no trace.
"What did he just do, spatial magic?" Crusher asked.
"No, time magic. He stopped time and moved. If he wanted, he could have slit our throats. That old man is dangerous." Silk grimaced at the thought of fighting him.
Silk approached Oak's body closing his open and surprised eyes. "Rest in peace my friend," Silk mourned. "I will find someone worthy to take your place in the workshop." He turned around, the battlefield isn't the time for mourning after all. "Phoenix, please burn him."
"If that's what you want." Phoenix said without a hint of attitude in her voice.
"Get ready," Silk said. "This is going to be a battlefield. That old man will summon more demons to kill us, three vs an army. I like those odds. First things first, our clothes need an upgrade." Silk had spied a tailor's shop on one of his earlier expeditions to this city. "After that I'll deal with the mirror kind but you will have to cover for me."
"A clothes upgrade, our clothes are fine." Crusher and Silk both said surprised.
"They barely pass as they only cover your bodies, I can make you true weapons free of charge. The tailor of the workshop is not just a title." Silk started running to the tailor's shop. He had to hope the summoning ceremony would take a bit of time. That old man would never make a move if the odds were not extremely in his favour, that's why Silk showed him the chopping board to buy time.

Hope is something all humans need, as long as you have that you have a chance. You can only survive with a bit of hope.

When magic takes over a new legend of one individual takes place. When you live long enough enemies will follow, especially in the demonic wars.

Their numbers are endless, will always be endless but with a will like no other he'll fight so others can have hope, so it will not be lost again.

The boat quickly flew through the bog-like smoke. No one could see anything due to the smoke but Zixin clearly knew the path and navigated the boat smoothly the entire way. With no warning, the boat burst out of the smoke into an empty garden right in the center of the grove. From the inside of the smoke looking out, Wei realized that he could see the outside perfectly. It was as if no smoke existed at all. The surrounding environment was much larger than it seemed from the outside.

When the boat landed Zixin quickly disembarked in a hurry. "Wei, Xing you can find any spot you like and meditate see if you can gain any type of understanding. The sun is about to rise and when it does our time starts we will have until midnight to make any gains. You can go wherever you want but be back here by midnight. Leave Chen Ping on the boat and he will be safe."

Not like I can go far, guess I'll stay in the boat too.

Zixin flew out of the boat and into the night sky heading to parts unknown. Xing quickly flew after him and within a few seconds, Wei could see them no longer.

Wish I could fly away and find a quiet place to meditate on this awesome place. Even now I can feel something powerful and enticing pulling at my senses and mental qi. I'm getting a feeling of curiosity and eagerness from my mental qi. It doesn't seem dangerous so I'll give it a try.

Mind made up Wei sat cross-legged in the lotus position and attempted to meditate. An hour later he was still trying. Why do I keep on failing? Last time I entered deep meditation without even realizing it and now I can't even do basic meditation with the help of whatever is calling to me.

The sun came out in its majestic splendor and lit up the grove bringing with it a new kind of beauty. The surrounding flora and fauna seemed to come alive in a completely different but just as unique way as the night. When two more hours passed Wei decided to try to take a break and think about why he couldn't seem to meditate.

I need to be calm and relaxed. Not distracted but not focused either. I need to find a balance and just be.

To his annoyance, he found that he couldn't be relaxed because of small irritants. The sun would hit him from a glaring angle causing his eyes to sting and for sweat to flow, other times the wind blew strongly and stirred up the scent of Chen Pings drying blood. 

Knowing that he couldn't meditate in his current environment Wei got up with a grimace and slowly hobbled away into the woods of the grove. In the last few days, his illness had gradually been making its reappearance with a vengeance and he could scarcely walk.

Although he was slow and his feet constantly ached Wei eventually left behind the boat and found a small clearing with a single huge oak tree in the center. A small stream flowed nearby and a gentle breeze breathed life into the scenery.

Know this is a place to meditate.

Wei was about to randomly sit down in the clearing when his natural laziness flared its head. Who says you have to endure heat to meditate and gain some enlightenment?! I think that I should follow the example of Buddha and meditate under the tree until I achieve some results.

In the ancient text, Wei had read the Buddha was a powerful cultivator in the Golden Era who some claimed had surpassed Immortality and attained godhood. The difference was not expounded on in most books but in most written counts Wei had found out that the reason that Buddha had impressed and awed so many and been labeled a god was because he had completed a never before seen feat in the Enlightened Realm. 

Supposedly one-day while on his path to find true enlightenment and gain a true understanding of the universe the mortal who would later be called Buddha -who was already a master of deep meditation had meditated under a legendary Bodhi tree.

For seven days and seven nights he meditated and on the eighth day he woke up as an immortal. Because he ascended immediately afterward no one knew how he did it and the only remaining clue, the Bodhi tree disappeared.

Ever since reading that book Wei had wondered whether it could possibly be true. Sure there were Buddhist monks who believed it, even Zixin probably did but could Buddha's story actually be real? Could Buddha accomplish in seven days and nights what it took talented geniuses centuries to accomplish?

Regardless of the answers, Wei used the excuse of testing the theory to rest under the large oak tree. 

Well, you're no Bodhi Tree but I guess you'll suffice. If I gain enlightenment and become immortal here you'll be legendary too. 

With a tired yawn, Wei leaned against the oak tree and relaxed as the shade mercifully shielded him from the cruel rays of the sun. Thinking of Buddha's story and his fabled compassion made Wei almost want to bring Chen Ping over under the shade as well. Considering how quickly the grove had turned from chilly to sweltering Chen Ping's unconscious and wounded body must have been suffering greatly but in the end, he decided against it.

 Not only did Wei not like Chen Ping due to his attitude but he simply couldn't be bothered to waste his piddling amount of strength to drag over someone who he disliked.

I probably can't even drag him this far, Wei thought dismissively.

Remember I'm here to meditate. I need to stop having all these distracted thoughts. Wait that's it!

Last time when he had entered deep meditation he had also allowed his thoughts to roam. Only with a free and wandering mind is there a slight chance at something clicking and entering deep meditation Wei realized suddenly.

This time I have to focus on my mental qi and follow it back to the source of the sensation.

At first, his idea of letting his mind wander had the opposite effect and he constantly thought about it leading to nothing happening but then after a while, he found himself feeling 'aware' of himself as if he was floating on drifting clouds. It felt like he was inspecting himself from the outside looking in.

This must be deep meditation. How intriguing. Immediately Wei brought out his mental qi and directed it in the direction of the sensation. The moment the mental qi started heading in that direction Wei felt something click in his mind as if he knew something had been activated or some condition fulfilled.

A gigantic suction force from the source pulled vigorously on Weis mental qi and dragged it miles away in a few seconds. The connection between Wei and his mental qi snapped like a taut string but instead of separating Wei's consciousness stayed with the bit of mental qi lingering on inside of it. Finally, hundreds of miles away in a cave the mental qi came to a stop in front of a large mirror that glittered like stars at night.

Why is a mirror the source of the pull? Although he didn't understand what it was intended for Wei urged his mental qi towards the mirror. With a sudden jerk, the mirror absorbed the sliver of mental qi and Wei alongside it.

As he was entering the mirror Wei saw a bright shining light like a thousand suns that seared into his eyes and made him feel like his brain would melt out of his ears. He instantly closed the 'eyes' of his consciousness and waited in pain for the burning sensation to wear off.

When he opened his eyes after he was sucked in the mirror he was once more in the grove far away from the cave the mirror was located in but this time it wasn't daytime it was the night. And while the stars above glittered it wasn't with their normal light instead everyone one of them was the color of blood.

The Golden Era of cultivation is over. 

The Heavenly Laws have gained sentience and ascended to the Celestial Realm leaving behind only echoes.

Countless new cultivation methods, techniques, and treasures have appeared in the Enlightened Realm.

It is now the Age of Wonders.

It is in this new age that we follow the story of a young man named Wei and his journey to become a legend.
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   A breeze pushes past me as I open my eyes. The light fails to reach my retinas, as I frantically search for what's pulling on me. Finally, I perceive some light at the end of a tunnel. I notice forest scenery not long after we emerge out of the opposite end. Whatever the thing dragging me is. Its fur is black as twilight, and its wings look scorched and scarred. The beast stops at the center of a clearing and transforms in front of me. The beast shrinks in size and grows a second pair of wings. The second pair looks bright white and angelic. The first pair starts to retract into the body. The body morphs into a humanoid with smooth skin and beautiful form.
  I'm let go as I hit the ground, I hear my body produce an audible thud. I begin to stand up, but just as quickly, the humanoid pushes me back on the ground. The form becomes more defined I look at its face. It's glossy dark blue eyes stare into my eyes and says "You will be tested for your transgressions" Just then the world fades to black.
  My eyes open to the sight of my ceiling. Trembling, I begin to process what that dream meant. pondering for a while despite my effort, I get nowhere, so I push it aside. pushing off my covers and my eyes look around the room. I notice my Xbox and computer. I look at my wall for a mirror and I see my anime posters but not my mirror. I think to myself "Of course he would I need to find him." I go to look for my friend. I walk into the Oak hallway between the bedrooms. I go into his bedroom and I see him working on a weird art contraption. His room filled with red spots, weird faces, paint everywhere.  

I began to talk to him but he stops me in my tracks. 
"I know what you're after don't worry I didn't use it this time!" 
"you always do this!" 
He cracks a wide smile 
"I can't help my artistic ability." 
I replay with clear agitation. 
"Oh, really Sam when have you ever sold a piece of art?" 
Sam stopped what he was doing, and said: "You know you can cut deep when you want too." 
"And you keep stealing my mirror." His skinny frame shaking from frustration. His fist is clasping shut. Its times like this that I realize I'm an asshole to this man. He is always nice to me. 

I shake it off and ask him where my mirror is. "Ok, Sam just tell me where my mirror is." "It's in the living room… just get out." I rush out the door to continue my search. I walk down the oak hallway and find the living room. I find my mirror in between the sofa and the TV stand. I approach the mirror and I look at my reflection. I see my brown hair, dull blue eyes, and V-shaped chin. Only for a second, I could have sworn that I saw horns. I wonder if I really saw horns, or if I just imagined it. I push it away from my mind. My hands grabble the mirror and I proceed to my room. 
I sigh. 
"Man, I have some problems huh?" 
"I only have myself to blame." 
"No I haven't done anything wrong it's their fault!" 
"I suppose I should get ready." 

   I take a shower, brush my teeth, and comb my hair. I look at myself in the mirror again. I see a more put together me, my hair is on the side, and my eyes have a little more color to them. I think back and say. "Man I'm looking great!" 
  I put my black suit on before I fasten my necktie. I fold a handkerchief and rearrange it in my suit pocket. I pick my fedora up and throw it on my head. I check my pants to make sure I'm not running without them. Finally, I can focus on moving on to work! I give myself one last look and can't help but think. What's next for me in life? 
  I work at a brokerage as a financial adviser. I still can't believe I made it! It truly is a blessing. I wonder if there is a God who pulls the right strings for me or am I just lucky. Either way, I have good money and I worked hard for this. 
  I get in my car that has a sleek silver design. Its interiors are silk with red and black. Its engine so powerful that it could pull a building down. Its super-charger makes it one of the fastest cars on the planet. I built this car from scratch and I love it to death. 
  Jumping in the car I turn it on. I hear it purr as the engine kicks in to let me know it's ready. I switch to reverse as I lightly hit the gas pedal. I keep my eyes on the mirror to make sure, I don't hit an unfortunate kid who runs in front of the car. I ease out the driveway. 

   I receive a call from one of my clients patching him through to my vehicle. 
He opens up. 
"Hey, can you stop by later today, Zachary?" 
Replying almost as quickly. 
"Sure I'll meet you at the brokerage." 
"Alright, we got to deal with this sooner than later." 
"I know I know you picked me for a reason didn't you?" 
He sighs. 
"Yeah yeah, just get here why don't you."

In this story, it's about a big-time broker learning from life. He soon realizes that he isn't what he thought and in reality, he is much weaker than he thinks. He is thrust into a situation where he may never get home. He then prepares him self for the Battle to come.

~Laurel Prince~
Prince Kim sat planted on the jewel encrusted stool of his wardrobe, lazily tossing aside outfit after outfit until he found something that suited him. He was preparing himself for a visit to the Oak Castle, and he wanted to look dapper and chic for his first meeting with Prince Jeon.
"Bring me my golden boots." Taehyung demanded to one of three servants that stood by. He inhaled, thinking of other things to enhance his innate handsomeness. "Also, fetch some oils and...my crown."
The servant started a bit at this last statement. Princes rarely wore their crowns out in public unless it was for a serious matter or an official ceremony. The Laurel Prince had only worn his bedazzled crown three times since he had become prince of the region. 
"I said my crown. Are you deaf?" Taehyung threw an unpleasant, unsuitable pair of silk pants at the servant standing there dumbly. 
"Y-yes, my lord." The servant ran embarrassedly out of the large closet, banging his leg on the door as he hurried away. A small laugh left Taehyung's lips, and he shook his head at the graceless blunder.
After shuffling through countless robes, jewels, and sparkly accessories, Kim Taehyung finally chose a satisfactory outfit for the upcoming meeting. His servants carefully helped their prince into the ambitious choice of clothes.
"Perfect." Taehyung admired his reflection in the mirror, lifting his chin up with the natural domineering he possessed. "It's...perfect."
Golden locks of hair sat daintily atop a tanned face, heavy eyeliner acting as a sharp contrast against his calculating brown eyes. Taehyung's high cheekbones gave him an entitled look, as was fitting for his robust personality.
The expensive earrings looped around his lobes consisted of long golden threads with rubies at the tips. They swung softly to and fro when he moved his long neck to change positions. A heavy maroon cloak with golden and black flowery patterns along the sides hung on his lean body. The cloak tutted a long train that his servants rushed to carry when he walked closer to the mirror with his lengthy legs. Under the cloak, Taehyung beheld a golden vest and sleek black pants that fit tightly to his slim waist. Only half of the buttons of his vest were buttoned up, exposing a tan chest toned via his spontaneous weekly sword fights with party guests. A reddish scar peeked slightly out from under his vest and ran up to stop at the base of his pronounced collar bones. 
Wrapped around his muscular neck--several obsidian necklaces that matched the midnight black of the flowers on his cloak. The final touch to the breathtaking visual: golden boots with black laces that wove around his calves over the outside of his pants. 
Bam!
The door of his wardrobe flew open; the servant from before returning with a heavily padded black bag in hand.
"Sir-" The servant started, but his words halted in his throat at Taehyung's utter beauty. "Wow..."
All servants in the room admired Taehyung's godly figure in the finest of clothes, fit for celestial beings. Taehyung glanced around the dressing room at their gaping mouths and wide eyes. He teasingly smirked, turning toward the servant that had arrived with the bag in hand.
"I see that my crown has arrived." Taehyung whispered. A few servants tensed.
"Y-yes, Prince Kim." The servant set the black bag down on the ground, staring adoringly at Taehyung. With a shaky countenance, he pulled protective velveg gloves over his jittering hands. He then painstakingly removed the golden halo of a crown from the bag. The servant inhaled a sharp break before taking a single, slow, utterly cautious step towards Taehyung. The crown was just as prized as the prince, and the generational object needed to be babied.
"You take too long." Taehyung half-smiled, yanking his crown out of shaking gloved hands. In one smooth movement, he fixed the sparkling headpiece atop his fluffy blond hair. 
"Perfect."
His servants stood frozen, awestruck at the man in front of them. Normally, Taehyung looked deathly handsome on a regular basis, but this was another level of powerful attractiveness and sex appeal. Taehyung's outward charm naturally attracted hundreds to his beautiful castle, all hoping to catch a glimpse of the party prince. 
Taehyung was an extremely sociable prince, talking endlessly and drinking heavily with all of his party guests. Notoriously known for inviting a special handful of guests into his personal chamber, Taehyung usually had many desperate delegates to choose between.
Prince Kim was rightly nicknamed throughout Noirwood as "the Greek God." Countless people paid handsome amounts to those specially chosen ones who had been invited into the prince's personal chamber-- to get a description of the handsome hunk without his clothes on. They wanted all the details, all the dirty--and their high prices reflected their raging curiosity. Noirwoodians even traded their personal possessions for a chance to hear about what exactly went on behind the closed bedroom door.
However, they never got a clear answer. Sometimes, the stories were completely fabricated, pollywock--nothing but fanciful tales of drunken minds. Crazy rumors floated around the kingdom claiming the prince had the longest dick in Noirwood; other rumors adamantly stated that the price did not have one at all. Many claimed to have been in a threesome with him or have had sex with him, both male and female.
Others said that the Prince simply watched from the sidelines like a hawk while the other guests got it on. No one truly knew what happened during these parties, and plenty of guests could not even recall the events of their time in the room. Drugs were rumored to be forced upon guests invited into his private chambers, but nobody knew for sure how many people Taehyung had slept with...or if he had at all. 
Only Taehyung knew the truth of the countless nights of partying and drunken fever that he put himself through within the ginormous Laurel Castle. 
"Hey!" To wake the servants from their drooling stupor watching him, Taehyung snapped his fingers several times with impatience. "I will need a carriage prepared for the journey south...NOW!"
The servants jumped at the sudden outburst and rushed to follow his command. The Laurel Prince acted erratically--sometimes childish--on a regular basis, but his servants could never get used to it. They were constantly on edge, even despising their wild tasks at times. However, they found Taehyung's alluring charm too strong to leave their position at the castle. 
After minutes of frantic preparation, Taehyung was led down elegant, crystalline steps to the front doors of his castle. Swaying string music filled the air of the massive grand hall entrance that he stood in. His golden boots tapped rashly on the marble floor to the ebbs and flows of the melody.
"Hmm?" He paused suddenly, snapping his head up--eyes fiery and demanding.
"I need a cane! My gods, get me a cane!" Taehyung barked at a servant. His deep husky voice boomed throughout the different rooms on the first floor of the castle. The servant returned promptly with an ancient golden cane--one that held a lot of history.
"My...my father's cane." Taehyung reached out for the cane but did not take it right away. "I...did not know we still had this."
"It was found in the lower chambers a couple of days ago. I thought it would please you to use this, my lord." The servant pushed the cane into Taehyung's outstretched hand and retreated away like a sullen dog. 
"My...father's..." Taehyung stood there, frozen in the horrible memories pouring in. He debated throwing the cane at the mirror to his left, but collected himself before he could. The green emeralds that painted the side of the cane seemed to buzz with laughter in his hand. Taehyung tightened his grip on the fancy stick and pushed open the doors of his castle. Noon sunlight kissed his tan face as he glid gracefully outside.
Two servants trailed behind him to carry the train of his cloak. His entourage paraded dutifully to the sleek black carriage that had been prepared for him. The Laurel Prince hopped into the carriage and set the cane down on the seat across from him. His eyes ran along its worn surface with sadness. 
His father...those nights...
The memories came unpleasantly pouring back into him. 
The memory of his cruel father--after all of the guests left the large parties held in the Laurel Castle Taehyung was in now...the memory of his old man stumbling up the stairs to Taehyung's bedroom...
"Shhhwweet sweet Tae Taeee!" His father would slur up the stairwell. "Where ahhhhrre youuuuu?"
Taehyung would either hide in the servants chamber or in the folds of the clothes in his closet, trying to avoid his drunken father. He always prayed that he wouldn't be found. He couldn't be found with his father like this.
"I know you are hidingggg... I won't hurt you this t-time." His father's slurred words slithered through the air into Taehyung's anxious ears. "I just want my Tae Tae...I need him..."
Usually, if Taehyung was quiet enough and chose a strategic hiding place, his father would leave him alone if he couldn't find his son. He would give up the search, stumbling away from Taehyung's bedroom in drunken disappointment. Leave Taehyung be.
But if Taehyung was found...
Thunk.
Taehyung went airborne for a second before slamming back down on his carriage seat in pain. "SHIT!"
Fuck these bumpy roads...He made an important mental note to fund repairs for the roadways between the two castles. Between Laurel and Oak.
The Oak Castle...
It was the Oak Prince's fault that Taehyung was looking at his father's old cane now. If Prince Jeon hadn't broken the pact in the first place then Taehyung wouldn't have to doll himself up to visit the cause of his problems. It made him confused, made him think things over.
What did Prince Jeon do to break the pact?
Everybody throughout Noirwood knew about the pact that the Oak Prince had with his uncle. The pact went back to the first founding Jeon of Noirwood.
The first Oak King---the current Prince Jeon's grandfather---had owned all of Noirwood by himself. There was no 'three divisions' as there was now. In his will, the Oak King left his kingdom to his youngest son, Prince Jeon's father, instead of the oldest son, Prince Jeon's uncle. Uncle Jeon was too unstable in the mind to take control of the kingdom--he was ten times worse than Taehyung when it came to ruling. He was a power thirsty asshole and an irresponsible child who grew into an even worse man. When the time came, choosing Prince Jeon's father as the heir to the land was the easiest choice to make. But it lead to a dangerous vengeance...a familial hatred.
When the Oak King finally died, Jungkook's uncle created unrest throughout the kingdom by rallying a band of revolutionaries that supported him as the next true successor of the throne.
Jungkook's father quickly stopped the rally and banished him to the north--told him he could start his own kingdom up there in the lonesome forest as long as he promised not to sabotage Noirwood in any way. Uncle Jeon agreed to those terms, but made one catch. According to Uncle Jeon's pact, if any ruling Jeon of Noirwood ended up infringing on his northern kingdom in any way, it meant war.
Prince Jeon's father agreed to these terms right away, having no interest in the affairs of his northern brother. Jungkook's father had heavy confidence in the troops of Noirwood to handle a war if there was one. 
Over time, Prince Jeon's father became friends with the fathers of Prince Kim and Prince Park. He split the kingdom in three sections--among his friends, to made a more diversified kingdom that could be better controlled within each sector.
And then Prince Jeon's father died...then Prince Kim's father died...and finally Prince Park's. When each of their fathers perished in the last few years, each wife killed herself; as it was custom for wives in Noirwood to join their husbands in death. So the inexperienced sons took control without any parental guidance.
The last few years had been Prince Jeon, Prince Kim, and Prince Park getting used to their titles and trying to successfully run the kingdom with the aid of their staff. 
Taehyung thought all of this history over. If what he knew about the benevolence of Prince Jeon was true, then what did the Oak Prince do to get on the bad side of his uncle?
'I guess I'll have to find out...'
Prince Kim gave one last spiteful glance at his father's cane before letting his brown eyes flutter shut. His carriage bumped down the road to the Oak Castle for the first time in history, ready to discover the secret of the pact.
~~~~~~~~~~~

Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin are all princes that rule their respective zones in the kingdom of Noirwood peacefully. 

But when a fourth party threatens the peace within the kingdom, the three princes have to choose: team up and get past their differences, or burn down together?

RoyaltyAU!
PrinceAU!

Copyright Eremeunjungoo. All Rights Reserved.


Subtle murmurs are heard as Aspen walked through the hallway, Aspen is glancing down. She felt the judgmental stares from the students. 
 
"Hey, so she is the last member of the club?" 
 
"yeah?" 
 
"But how? She used to.." 
 
 Aspen pulled her earphones from her pockets and played music just to block the murmurs of all the students, she headed to the club. 
 
 She sighed as she put her bag on the couch. The room was quiet, few pizza boxes and empty soda cans are all over the place. She smiled as she saw few pizza boxes and empty soda cans that are placed on the table and her smile fades in a split second. She shakes her head and sits on the chair. She opened her laptop and started to type. 
 
Unsolved Case Project Entry #7 
May 17, 2018 
 
Unsolved Case: Annaliese, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE MYSTERIOUS WOODS AT OAK CREEK ROAD 
by Phobus Colten and Aspen Puella 
 
 Annaliese is a young girl that died in 1989. She died because of Esmeralda De Garcia, a witch doctor that cast evil spells. Annaliese was found dead at the old house of Bolen's family, her distant relatives at Oak Creek Road. Annaliese was rumored that she died because of Esmeralda's curse, a local saw her following Esmeralda. Her death remained a mystery. 
 
 After Esmeralda died, the residence that lives near Oak Creek Road live normally but few years passed, the forest at Oak Creek Road rumors spread like wildfire. 
 
 It said that a lot of couples died there, who camp there or happened to be in the forest. Residence says that it's because the curse still lives even Esmeralda died but they didn't blame Esmeralda. Instead, they blame Annaliese because she is the first person who happened to die there. 
 
 The couples that died on Oak Creek Road happened to be cheating on their partner and died as their penalty. 
 
 My partner, Phobus also said that his brother died there and happened to be cheating on his partner. It was not a coincidence since his father and mother as well, died in the said forest because his father and mother cheated against each other. 
 
 
 Aspen stopped typing and laid her back as she reads what she wrote. "Hey, Phobus could you han—" She stopped on her mid-sentence, a smile placed on her face.
 "It's been 3 weeks, Phobus" Aspen said to herself. 
 
 "Playing, Finding clues.. you are quite the detective, Phobus. I like the expression on your face, confused and… the face you expressed when you look at me." A demonic smile was on Aspen's face as she looked at where usually Phobus seated and remember the time he was scratching his head, finding clues. "You look like a puppy that is pitied by a lot of people" 
 
 "I'm scared..  I've been receiving a lot of death threats. Oh Aspen, what a great actress you were!" Aspen said to herself, looking at the mirror that is placed beside her laptop. Her hair grew long and two horns were shown as her red eyes are seen. Aspen looked at the ceiling, 
 
 "I miss letting you run in circles, Phobus.." and the room echoed with Aspen's demonic laugh.

Life went twist and turn as Alexander Hughes, a 20 year old college student woke up in an unusual setting. Not later than he realized he is in the book that a local antique owner shop gave him for free. Little did he know that the more he encountered characters that involves in horrifying events and chilling chapters, the more it is endless. Sooner, a character from a book told him that reading the book was a mistake. Could Alexander find his way out of the book or would he be eternally stuck between the pages that filled with so much suspense? Was it a dream or was he played under the hands of someone he didn’t expect to? 

This story contains extreme language, bit of violence , gore and such that some readers mind find it disturbing.
Read at your own risk.

the photo used in the cover is not mine
credits to the owner/artist

"What do you been you are not capable of it?" Alan asked feeling weird about it.
"I have been cursed like that. Actually it is a blessing too so when I said Diana sends me and then she did. I have nothing else to say to you" Sybil told Davina and Alan.
"What could you possibly have to help us? I guess you are a witch but then so am I?" Davina asked.
"You do not know the things I do" Sybil said with confidence.
"And what are those?" Davina asked.
"I know the meaning of your dreams" Sybil told Alan. Both Davina and Alan were shocked to hear such words. They looked at each other in puzzlement. "So do you want my help or not" Sybil asked.
"You do!!!" Davina asked shockingly. This girl was becoming a mystery. Everything she says was helping in Davina getting more suspicious of the girl. She knows a lot more than normal.
"Yes… I know everything" Sybil answered with proud and confidence.
"So you must also know where Sophia is" Alan asked. The girl herself said she knows everything so she must have all the answers.
"I know something about that too. The dream you saw is a mirror image of mystical realm. The mystical realm had the angel oak tree too which was the gateway to the other realm. It is like mystical realm mirror image. When the seven witches sacrificed themselves to save the world from the creature, they went to the nature for help. The nature asked for the sacrifice not just from the seven witches but from the whole realm too. The angel oak tree which was the symbol of never ending power source in the mystical realm was cut down and with the tree down, mystical realm power was also reduced to half. Basically the mirror realm has all the same things as does the mystical realm. It also has a magical fountain. Now interestingly, the water from the mirror realm is flowed from the valve connecting to heaven and this magical water flows downwards and reaches to the mystical realm completing a circuit" Sybil explained. All the things Sybil explained made the picture clearer. It made clear how the magical water in the mystical fountain is the continuous supply of power source which was quite a mystery till now.
"Flowed downwards?" Alan asked in confusion. He did not quite understand that.
"Physically the mirror realm is downwards to the mystical realm" Sybil said.
"So it is underground?" Alan said making a hand movement towards downwards.
"No it is on different space and time but it is downward" Sybil tried to explain in better way.
"It is confusing" Alan believed.
"Not really. There are many realms parallel to us but we cannot see them and be in them just because of the different time and space. But what does all this has to do with the dream?" Davina asked. They were discussing history. What was good in that?
"It has everything to do with that and you were right. Every answer is hidden in the folklore but in scattered form. You could not link them because they make sense together and you were not able to bring them like that" Sybil answered.
"But you did. How did you do that? How… How do you know that?" Davina asked. She could not believe that this young girl knows so many things and she did not.
"I had a revelation" Sybil told Davina.
"A revelation!!! From whom?" Davina asked with interest.
"I am sorry. I cannot tell you that but it is said that desperate times bring can open many doors of opportunities if you are looking at them correctly and I had one similar opportunity like that some weeks ago. After knowing what the dark king is planning, I started searching for you but I had no difficulty in that too. Diana herself guided me for this purpose" Sybil answered.
"You said you know what the dark king is planning. What is he planning?" Alan asked.
"He is planning something dark as his name suggest. He wants to free the creature" Sybil said making Davina's face fell.  
"The creature!!! The creature is stronger than him; it is a well known fact. I mean if he do succeed in freeing the creature then he will be in trouble too" Davina said with disbelief. Alan had heard of the creature but not very well.
"Yes and no. think about it. The dark king and the creature were born at the same time. The creature that was much stronger than the dark king and everybody else was captured and the dark king travelled the land. This is what we know but that is not the entire truth. The truth is that both creatures were same. The dark king is not a real entity but only a shadow with no body" Sybil said.
"No… I heard he has a body but he keeps it away because he wants to be immortal" Alan said.
"These are rumors which dark king himself spread to create confusion and to deceive everyone. He has no body. His body is captured in the cage build by the holy angel oak tree which continues to get weaken the creature to hold him and the power it gets is from the magical fountain itself. Both the realms have the fountain and it flows in each other realm making a circuit but before entering the other realm, it passes to the cage making the cage strong enough so that creature do not break through" Sybil enlightened Davina and Alan.
"So where is this creature? In the mystical realm" Alan asked.
"Yes and no… he is in between the space of mystical realm and mirror realm" Sybil answered.
"Can I say it is complete crazy… do we know how to get there? What will we do?" Alan said.
"I do not know how to get there and I think that is not our concern. Our problem… the main problem is that the dark king is trying to free the creature because ultimately they are one entity as a whole" Sybil said sadly.
"He will try to enter the mystical realm" Alan thought.
"But he cannot enter" Davina said.
"But Sophia can!!!" Sybil said.
"Sophia will never help him" Alan said.
"But she is in his control" Sybil said making everybody gets nervous for a moment. But then Davina thought about it more carefully and she realized that all these things might not be this simple. Sophia might enter but there were many problems besides a dark soul which is under the control of dark king too cannot enter the mystical realm and so does not Sophia. She can never enter the mystical realm if she is under control of dark king. And once she is not in the dark king's control, she will make her own decision. Besides if the issue was of entering the mystical realm then why go through so much trouble to get through Sophia, anyone would have been able to do that. No… the dark king needs Sophia for some other purpose, some special purpose.
"I am not sure about Sophia. Even if she enters she cannot do anything. The dark king has some other plan in execution. Sophia only told you what the dark king was planning to do but now we need to know how he is planning to do that. These all things are connected but I am not sure and they have surely something to do with Sophia but not the way we are thinking. It is something else… something darker… more evil… more vicious" Davina said. Davina was scared a bit after learning everything. She knew that there will be a war but the creature was a legend. They know the stories not their enemy but now it seems like he has been there real enemy. All their life, they considered the dark king to be the real problem but there real problem was not started yet. Everybody needed to be prepared and firstly everyone was needed to be informed.
"How do we do that?" Alan asked. He was worried not just for himself, his family and for Sophia but for the whole world. He knew Sophia was in trouble but she was too deep and Alan realized it now. He could never think that the things could go more wrong but they did.
"The first thing we need to do is to inform the queen for upcoming danger. The mystical realm is once again at the verge of war and they need to be prepared for that" Davina said packing her essentials. She did not want to waste any other moment.
"Maybe Sophia is also nearby to the mystical realm" Alan said. If all these things are connected to the mystical realm then the dark king might have decided to be near the pace if he cannot enter there. Sophia must be there too.
"It is highly probable" Davina said.


Sophia moved to a new town called Mysticburgh as a member of historical society for starting a new life with a little girl named Aisha. Although being a new person in the town she seemed to know a lot about the town and people in it then she says or pretends. Sophia bore a secret of her own and a agenda in her mind.

Will she be able to succeed in her aim?

What is her aim?

Alan Lockwood is the Alpha of Lockwood pack and is responsible to run the whole town and to protect it. His family legacy is all he stands for. Alan is still not officially pronounced as an Alpha but that was not bothering until his uncle, Tyson returns to town only to challenge his claim and rule.

Alan's attraction towards Sophia compromise his actions and decisions and his responsibility towards pack. Will he be able to balance his emotions with his responsibilities?

What would happen when he find the truth about Sophia?

With the unpleasant history, Mysticburgh is somehow on the verge of an uncalled and unwanted war again between different species like werewolves, vampires, witches, etc. Everyone with a secret agenda is fighting for the supremacy and control.

What is Sophia hiding?

Can Alan protect what is rightfully his to begin with?

Who is plotting against Mysticburgh?

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