

"I do have passions...they keep me going, what I love...is what has kept me this far." 

F.A.B. 

The drive to the gallery was filled with music and me getting lost in my thoughts of how it could look like, I only had to keep on reminding myself that what I'd see is beyond my imagination and I shouldn't sweat over it. But I was already sweating, I wiped my wet palms on my jeans and started wondering why I was sweating when the air conditioning was blasting in my face. 

"We're almost there," F.A.B announced breaking into my thoughts and I just gulped loud enough for her to hear and burst into laughter, I really feel anxious. 

We rounded a corner and my heart kept on beating fast...it went faster by each passing second...ART GALLERY. I closed my eyes to control my heart rate, pointless but a bit helpful. 

"Open up, we're here" I heard her say and I opened my eyes slowly only to see us in front of a duplex...the wall painting was of figurines and I could see statues lining up the walkway to the entrance of the gallery, my jaw could only drop, while my eyes were wide open...I think my heart skipped a beat. I'm in love with this place. 

Love? 

Whatever...this place is the real deal. 

We walked in and I looked at the floor...it wasn't of tiles...no! It was mosaic, coloured broken bottles were used to make beautiful designs of hearts, flowers and even the hope sign on the floor, I look up at the ceiling and I gasped as I saw patterns made up there too... 

Define love. 

Love is Art... 

We moved from section to section examining each art work on display, from statues to clay works to mosaics, to papier mâché before finally stopping at paintings...my safe haven. 

I took in a deep breath and walked down the hall into the section, the walls of the hallway were displaying African figurines telling the stories of a typical African Village, the stream, the children playing, wrestling competitions, heavy rain, children playing ball under the rain and splashing around in dirty puddles of water, children bathing at the stream and fetching water, mothers cooking in the cooking hut, people gathered around for festivals, people cheering their favorite wrestler, singers arousing the gods, maidens dancing to entice suitors. Elders conversing in a meeting, children gathered around the story teller sitting under the moon light to listen to the tales of Ijapa. 

Africa 

Africa my home, 

Africa my peace land 

Africa my artwork 

Africa my safe haven 

Africa my origin 

Africa my pride 

I love my Africa 

 Define love again. 

Love is Art. 

Love is Africa. 

I didn't realize I was transfixed on a spot staring at the tales on the walls absorbing the reality of my origination and nationality, embracing the African Pride that I had deposited in me, enjoying the tales of Ijapa like I was one of the children seated under the moon light. I kept on looking at each figurine, I saw a herd of cattle as well as fruitful farmland. I kept on looking and I entered Nigeria, I saw the new yam festival...the òrò festival, the Fulani herdsmen, the fruitful farmlands and baskets of harvest, the poor infrastructures, the bombings, the killings, the human ritual, kidnaps, the collapsed buildings, the poor road networks...sigh...well, it's Nigeria. 

I walked into the section and took in the beautiful paintings in front of me, getting absorbed in the perfect blend of colours from oil to paint to poster to pencil even to sketches. Art is a celebration of culture, art is evoking the gods, art is getting lost in celebration, art is life. This is such a pleasant experience, I'm so elated. I walked and the deeper I got in the section, the deeper the meaning of each painting. 

Stories were told, of rejection, of divorce, of weather, of rain, of pain, of anger, of betrayal, of festivities, of gatherings, of joy and celebration, of plenty and little. Art is nativity. Art interprets and brings into the light. I am Art, art is in me, art runs through my veins...art is my passion. 

Beaming from ear to ear I followed F.A.B to the man who seems to run the gallery, with all introductions done, he asked for my paintings and I showed him, I could see the awe on his face as he looked at each one. 

"You're very talented." He remarked, 

"Thanks," it's the childhood trauma. And I successfully sold 5 of my paintings to him...I am definitely visiting this place next semester. 

We got back to the car and she drove us to an eatery, I still can't get the excitement off my face. 

"Thank you for today," I thanked her as we sat to eat. 

"Don't mention it, you seem to be someone who hasn't had joy for a while." 

"... true" 

"Do you want to talk about it?" 

"Not yet, I'm still broken about it" 

Really broken...one single event broke every glass of happiness in me, shattered every light bulb of hope and knocked the wind out of the figure of joy and love in me. So yes, I haven't changed at all. I'm still the broken girl that I was years ago when an unforgettable experience broke my childhood and stole it away. 

. 

. 

. 

My exam will last for two weeks and it's starting tomorrow, the only thing I'll have to do tomorrow is to ignore Gloom and dear chatterbox, and yes, Amber, did I forget Grace? I really can't wait till I'm out of this examination period, the air of tension is always so thick it could be cut with a chainsaw. The last time I saw Gloom, we had a quarrel, that has been going on for "ages." Sometimes I wish I had a friend to tell all of these crazy happenings in my life, but who will I confide in...how do I develop trust in someone without fear or without the person wanting to know that important and sensitive thing about me? 

 
 

 
 

 


What you see is not always what is the truth, this is the case in the life of Fiyinfoluwa, who strives to find joy and love after an incident in the past that sucked out the joy of her life and left her traumatized. But this particular year will be different for her, the question is, who will fill that void in her life? 
In her gradual walk when she meets people and tries to open up, will she end up getting hurt again or will she finally find peace when she develops feelings for the first time in her life and for the first time in a long time? Will she give love a chance or just keep living emotionless?
A tale of two lost souls merged into one, creating an epic balance of similarity and pain.  
Loosing something valuable can be hard to get over, but Fiyinfoluwa wants to get over it, and she can't do it alone, she'll need help, but she's scared to call out for help for fear of being broken again and left alone, she's scared to get attached to someone for fear of loosing the person again. She finds trust, finds peace despite loosing that irreplaceable and invaluable possession and most importantly, finds love where all else fails.
A tale of trust, friendship, pain and romance. A tale of evolvement and family affairs, of bond and new beginnings.
There's always a first time for everything after all.

Art and love. Such abstract, yet somewhat tangible words that we've all said at least once. Yet, we all say them without much thought to the weight they carry. And take them for granted.
What is art? She defined art as the creativity of allowing yourself to make mistakes. Mistakes? Why does that word plague him so? Is it because of the events of his childhood? He said, "creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art, is knowing which one's to keep. And not knowing the difference is mediocrity."
What is love? he defined love as a willingness to prioritize another's well-being or happiness above your own. Why did those words hurt her so? Is it because another, who once mattered to her said them too? She said, "Love is a ruse that allures one to intense feelings of jealousy, dishonesty, unfaithfulness, and vulnerability."
However you may define art and love, Know this. This is neither a story of two hearts intertwined by the red-string of fate, nor is it one of adversity and strife which inevitably leads to happiness. No. This simply is a story of art, love, regret and chance. A story of how Beau met Paris.
It is a story that involves you and them both. You will travel the same path they travelled. See every choice they made, whether right or wrong. Hear every word they spoke, whether truth or not. Know every friend they had whether good or bad. You will travel an almost identical path to the one they did. And once you've seen it all, and come to a conclusion, do answer the question. Truly, how does one define love and art?
"There is nothing truly more artistic than two people in love" - Vincent Van Gogh.
Can I be your Picasso?

Ever wondered what goes on in the mind of an artist? The intricacies of what they seek to express maybe? Or the unyielding desire to achieve perfection? Whatever it may be, We all make mistakes right? No one's perfect after all.  Well, no one except Beau. A self absorbed artist of unparalleled, exceptional talent. He sees anything short of perfection as mediocre. Paris, an expressive and creative mind. She seeks perfection in imperfection and challenges the borders of creativity with finesse and charm. What happens when these two artists  from opposite ends of the creative realm are suddenly placed in an unprecedented situation? Is either one willing to compromise on their view of true art? And could it lead to something more?

At his death, James, a Kendo master had the deep regret not to have had the opportunity to exploit his techniques to their fullest.



when he thought he had reached the end a voice said:



"I will fulfill your wish, but in return you will distract me for eternity."



Thus began his cycle of infinite reincarnation in strange worlds.

An Artist. . . 
Does Arts help humanity to evolve and survive?
We have only one life to life, how can we contribute?
Why contribute?
Because life is too good to not make it last longer and be better.
Not everybody knows how good life is. 
They are losing too much.
Do it.
Why me
Because I love and want to love more and be loved.
Love is . . .
Definitely not only sexual and physical things.
It is when you want the best for someone as ah entire.
Why do you want that person to be good?
Because she makes you feel good and protected? So, that you want to protect her too?
I do not know it, yet.
Back to Art.
How important is Art?
Someone once told Art and science were the same.
Science help humanity and is important.
But how can Art help us?
Darwin and Alexander von Humboldt used Arts to discover and document Plants, animals and insects.
Da Vinci, Einstein and other genius were musicians ad artists too.
What is Art?
To express yourself
To do beautifully things
What is beautiful?
To me?
Everything.
This is useless, I can't do everything to contribute.
Everything is already there, people only do not see it.
Can I make people see everything?
We have only one life and body to use, how?
Influence live to live more a better.
Save life.
Discover things about life and share.
Art can only help with number one and two.
 But how?
With more talent and effort than I will ever have.
Why does it have to be art?
Because ah promise I made when little.
Because I love Art.
Why?
Because it is beautiful. 
. . . And everything is beautiful. . . 
Then I can be and use Anything to contribute.
No, remember the promise.
. . .
Is art that important?
I found this answer in internet:

1. it is a natural behavior of expressing yourself just like language.
2. You might not understand a particular language. But art everyone can understand.
3. Art is a form of preserving culture. It reflects a society's beliefs, cultural values, etc.
4. Attracts tourism
Not helpful at all.
Once I had an idea of making Biolight. So, that we would reduce the energies consume.
But it would not have an off button. 
A big problem that I can't solve, yet.
Humans need to learn to live in the dark without killing, stealing etc, or being killed, stole etc.
How improve it? Not with art, or not?
I want to learn. . . What?
Everything, impossible I know
So, one last time. What is art?
Art is to do things with love.
Love is. . . 
Beautiful. . . 
Is everything so, it is. . . 
To live consciously of our surroundings.
Impossible.
Can you prove you are not in matrix?
Can you prove reality?
Can you prove others are alive?
I am alive, anything false would say that.
But I am thinking, so, only for me, I can prove, I exist.
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Bedtime stories, fantasy, fiction, and more ...
Just a warning ... none of them are normal.

When Weiwei reached home, it was already 10 am. Exhibition was going to start by noon, so she had enough time to re-dress . Chen Xixi's one-room apartment was neither luxurious nor plain. With enough furniture with a touch of elegance, it was neat and tidy. Her room still had small hints of guilelessness. Weiwei reached the wardrobe and picked a black formal long dress and went to bathroom for a quick shower. During applying some light make-up, she examined the facial features of host body.

Small pale face paired with almond shaped brown eyes, high nose and heart shaped lips; the face still had signs of immaturity on it. Black hair with baby soft skin and 5'3 feet figure with curves in their right places made a delicate beauty. Weiwei said languidly, "With such a face, there is 80% guarantee of no chances of OOC (Out-of-character).

After putting on a pair of matching black sandals and handbag she called Jiang Mei.

"Shall we go?"

Jiang Mei nodded.

"Ah! Boss I forgot to ask earlier why were you in that run-down industrial area. You know that it is very dangerous there. I even heard that suspicious people lurk there. And earlier I was really frightened out of my mind when I couldn't reach you." Jiang Mei continued to rant and nag. She was a asset in management and assisting skills but she had a long mouth.

"Boss, you shouldn't go like this in future without informing anybody and that too on such a important day. You know there are recently kidnapping..." Before she could complete her words,she was cut in by Weiwei.

"Stop! Stop!Stop! You're going at it again Meimei. Let's just go already alright." Finishing her last sentence Weiwei used her eyes to plead pitifully and puckered her lips. Seeing this killer expression, Jiang Mei was deflated like a balloon and sighed.

Reaching the venue of her exhibition, she asked Jiang Mei nervously as per her character, "Meimei is everything ready? Has press came? Are all the decorations in place?" Jiang Mei knew her boss' fine-grained character and said soothingly, "Yes, everything is prepared. Don't worry boss. You just handle the main event and leave other matters to me."

Weiwei entered the hall and saw the paintings on display. They were a mixture of surrealism, modern and abstract art forms. The theme of painting was 'Ai'. The love shown in the painting were for all to see. It was a novel concept. Maternal love, pratenternal love, love of lover, friend and teacher. Seeing the art techniques, careful strokes of colours and emotions behind them sprouted a question in her mind.

She quickly questioned, "System, I am jack-of-all-trades. But these paintings are above my level. In the future, how can I impersonate Cheng Xixi." 010 snickered at her distressed expression and spoke. "It is nothing to fret, host. Whatever talent the host's body possessed in the past, it will be passed to you. Same will be the case in future worlds."

After finishing her conversation with system, she readjusted her expression and started welcoming and greeting her guests as they starting to come around 12:00 PM. While exchanging pleasantries with her guests, she starting making her way to the stage. Inside calm outwardly showing nervousness, she grabbed the mic and gave her greeting speech.

"I wholeheartedly welcome all the distinguished guests who've arrived here to attend this art gallery exhibition. I also want to give my heartfelt gratitude to my teacher and mentor,  Mr. Xu. Without his help, I wouldn't be standing here with all of you. Respected guests, today's art exhibition's theme is Ai." She paused for a moment then continued with a bashful expression. "I've never experienced love of family, but the love of a teacher, friend and a...lover. So, I am now sharing my experience with all of you through the art. After 2:00 PM we will start the bidding process. Before that I hope you all enjoy the time you spend here admiring the art. Thank you everyone."

Ending her speech she bowed and descended the stage. While networking with guests she was like a fish in the hot oil. But whenever someone talked to her about paintings and art, she became like a fish in water. Her eyes oozed self-confidence and she talked smoothly. She also greeted media and answered all their queries although somewhat awkwardly. Due to her mentor's reputation, many bighshots from all walks of life present in the exhibition. According to original plot, after failing to present in exhibitions she was banned by everyone as she wasted these big shots' time and trampled their faces. Afterwards no one wanted to interact with unprofessional Cheng Xixi. Her reputation was already destroyed in the social circle when she tried to explain which rendered her explanations useless. Now Weiwei omitted the mistakes of Cheng Xixi.

Weiwei called Jiang Mei and got her ready to start the bidding. She walked to the stage while mouthing the word K.O. as she saw the art gallery exhibition a success.

A 21st century lone and ruthless mercenary woman dies during mission and is forced to bind to a system for reincarnation.

She has to travel to other worlds to complete the last wishes of the dead female villains. 

Will she fall for someone in these worlds?

How will be her life in these worlds?

Can she reincarnate again?

(Cover is not original)

Gulf's  P.O.V

I have convinced P'Mew to go drinking with me. It hurts so damn much to see him crying . I have liked no wait...

I have loved P'Mew since the first time our eyes met. Yeah it was love at first sight. I know it sounds stupid but as soon as our eyes met I knew he was the one for me but unfortunately I would never be the only one for him because he is madly in love with Art. I envy Art a lot.

He has everyone wrapped around his fingers whether it be P'Mew or other staff or fans. 

Art and P'Mew are main character while I am just a side character in the series. In fact the plot of the series is similar to my real life story. In the series too my character is of a person who is hopelessly in love with a person (P'Mew) who will never love him back.

Today during shoot P'Mew was quite nervous he would even space out sometimes. I wondered if everything was right? or Was he not feeling well?
I was worried about him so I followed him after shoot. The sight which I saw broke my heart into millions of pieces. P'Mew was proposing Art to be his boyfriend. 

As I was about to leave I heard Art rejecting P'Mew. I was quite shocked that how can someone reject a perfect person like P'Mew.

As soon as Art left P'Mew broke down in tears I couldn't see P'Mew crying so without a single thought I went inside the room and hugged P'Mew from behind. As soon as he turned around and saw me he had a shock expression on his face but then he hugged me back and started crying again.

I wanted P'Mew to stop crying so I asked him to join me from drinking so that he can forget all the pains he had. Gladly he accepted it.

Now P'Mew is sitting with me and chugging vodka shots as fast he can. I am also drinking but not enough to get drunk as one has to stay sober to drive the car. As P'Mew drank more than enough I tried to stop him but he refused to listen me.

"P'Mew stop drinking you already drank four bottles and this is the fifth one." I said to P'Mew as I grabbed the bottle from his hand. 

"Why did you rejected me Art , Do you know how much I love you?" P'Mew said while grabbing my face by his hand with tears glistening in his eyes.

"I'm not Art P'Mew , I'm Gulf." I said removing his hand from my face. Sometimes I wish if I were Art my life would be so easier. But the reality is that I'm not Art and will never be Art.

Suddenly there was a 'Thud' sound which startled me. As I saw from where the sound came from I saw P'Mew fallen on the ground. I carried P'Mew on my back to the car and drove towards my home as I don't know where P'Mew lives.

Author's Note :

Hope you guys liked the chapter. Please comment,vote,share the story.
I hope everyone is safe.
If you have opinions please share with me. You can DM me or comment .
I purple you all💜

Mew , Art and Gulf are working together in a series. Mew is in love with Art and when he confess his love to Art he gets rejected. 

Gulf has been in love with Mew since the first time he met him. 

Being heartbroken Mew goes drinking with Gulf to forget all his pain but in their drunken state they both end up having sex. Next morning Gulf confess his feelings for Mew but Mew rejects him. Even though he was rejected Gulf wanted to stay close to Mew so he offers Mew to be Colleagues with benefits. Remembering how good it felt having sex with Gulf he agreed to his offer.

Now the question is whether Gulf will be able to make Mew fall for him or will Gulf give up after being hurt for so many times.

*This story will include mpreg*

Perfect or Not
 
By Earvin Eugene
 
Copyright © 2020 by Earvin P Eugene
All rights reserved.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
​In the past, maybe two or three decades ago lived a man of art, a meaningful and articulate character of creation, who before this story developed had made a craft of unworldly attraction than any artwork. He had left his studio to the care of a friend, removed his fine instruments and there was a view of a blank canvas. The man was able to marry a pretty lady. In these times life imitated art. The artist curated a world of love and passion with a great design. He allowed his thoughts to overcome him on occasion. This was the essence of fine art. Axel had qualities of good performance and demonstration. His art was his life. The only competition was for his beautiful young wife. The dilemma was combining the two for an unhealthy intimacy.
​The marriage between the love of art and his wife was truly outstanding.
One day, Axel stared at his wife with trouble. An issue was escalating.
 
​He said, Ariel, "has it never occurred to you that you possess many freckles. It is present on your cheeks, your breasts, your body. Would you ever conceal them?"
​"No, I never thought much of it", she said with a smile. She was curious.
"Honestly, many people tell me of their cuteness, so I assume it to be pleasing."
 
​"Maybe it is for some", replied her husband; "but you are perfect by every other regard. No, my love Ariel, it is not for others to decide whether they are blemishes or marks of beauty, it is perceived to me as the only presentation you have of imperfection."
​"How could you say such a thing?" cried Ariel, feeling hurt; she was mad, and then starting to shed tears. "Why did you marry me if that is the case? To be so vain, you cannot love what you dislike."
​To think about this conversation, it must be mentioned that her freckles were on complete display. There was an array of flecks that meshed with the texture and substance of her skin. Many men observed this and believed it appreciated her value. It was interesting and defining. Axel, himself did not ponder about it before.
​He found this one flaw rising. It started to become intolerable for him. It was considered a mistake or error to him. When considering pure aesthetic art, it was a blunder. It is the order of humanity to seek symmetry and clearness. The lack of perfection brought him torment and pain. It would be the utmost achievement to create an image of perfect beauty of his wife. He never attempted to do it before. It could be his greatest work. Ariel's soul was so delightful that he believed he could forget this. He tried. He failed to overcome this. It became an obsession. Axel was on the pursuit for excellence.
​Even in their greatest moments, without realizing it he would focus on her freckles. In the morning, Axel would lay his eyes on his wife and noticed the symbol of stain. When they ate meals together, walked in the park, watched a movie, he shyly glanced at her and focused on her specks.
​One evening when things were quiet, she discussed the idea. Ariel said, "Are you thinking about my freckles?" She said this with a fake smile and slight disdain. He responded, "At no fault of my own, I question it at times. My love, Ariel, I wish to draw you. I want to depict the ultimate beauty you possess. If it is to be my masterpiece, should I share you in a lesser light?" She replied, "If there is a possibility to make things better, let us proceed. If this is going to grow to an even bigger problem, we must solve it. It seems my freckles are not so pronounced. You have great skill. If you were to cater to me and display me in your art, then let us make it as perfect as it can be. Are you capable of creating work that will give me peace?"
​Axel stated, "Ariel, my lovely wife, I have a plan. You have brought me closer to my art. I have decided to fix this mishap. It will be my greatest achievement to relinquish what human nature has formed and relay it to a better work. Artists in the past have created close to perfection in a certain circumstance. In my position, your true appearance will be established and be magnificent to see.
​Ariel responded, "It is agreed! She reluctantly smiled. Now we can move on.
You will find me as you always have." Her husband gave her a grand kiss avoiding
her freckles.
​A few days later, Axel showed his wife of a strategy that he formulated. In his studio, the originator studied techniques from across the world. Concepts of nature and society were considered. Thoughts of international best kept secrets on profound art were noted. The perceptions of beauty, exhibition, and arrangements were read. He satisfied himself of the reactions of different colors and tones. Every object within the workshop had its value and place. To the inexperienced eye it appeared to render a spectacle.
​Both of them alongside a team shared the area. Axel seemed to be glad. Ariel was overwhelmed. The group mentioned, "I do not see the reason to not depict her freckles." Your wife is astonishing. Axel ignored the suggestions. He comforted his wife illustrating to her various paintings and images. He described the similar layout he would use in drawing her. Axel reminded her of her uniqueness. The studio was set up with calming music and dignified lighting. There was an aura of acceptance.
​He provided his wife with a formula. He described it as some sort of medicine. Something to calm the nerves. Soon, she possessed a certain vibrant quality. Axel quickly started to work. There was a sensation that time is of the essence. The squad mumbled and talked in a suspicious manner. They applied her with make-up. She was more attractive than ever before.
​Axel performed to his best attributes. He worked vigorously. Axel stared at Ariel with such passion. He placed soft strokes on the canvas. Axel utilized a complete spectrum of colors. Ariel began to sweat. She believed it was due to stress. She voiced her concerns. Axel disregarded her. He needed to keep working. It was blind passion. In a few moments, Ariel's eyes turned red and she felt nauseous. Again, she made a statement. Axel said, "Please my love be still." The team patiently viewed her from afar. Taking photos of her. Writing notes. Adjusting the lights and creating a serene environment. The atmosphere emulated fine art itself. It was time! Axel exclaimed. "Yes!" He was finished. First, he showed his personal curators his artwork. They applauded with joy. They clapped and gave their expert remarks. One mentioned, "That is perfect, do not change a thing." At last, he went to show his greatest admirer, Ariel of the completed work. At this point she was terribly ill. She looked at the painting and cried. Within seconds she left us…
 
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Sky(Point of view)

he cover my eyes so i did'nt see anything but i feel the cold breeze here,,(brggghhhh) then after i count one to three the cover on my eyes is gone....

whoahhhh,,,,i see a candles in the pathway and the end of that i see a tent(sorounded by candles with a shape of heart) with a table for two,,,and that table is sorounded by petals of rose,,,,this place is so romantic(you can see amusement in my eyes)

this night is so woderful,we end our date and now,Art send me to our house 

"thank you for the dinner date ,Art"i said to him and kiss he's cheeks

"ohh,,,it's nothing just for you, i'll do everything"he said

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Art (Point of view)

i'm so happy this day,hayyyyy,,
i arrived to our house and as i enter our house,i see my parents talking.

"Good evening ma,pa,"i said to them, then kiss to my mom.

"we have something to tell you"my dad said in  a serious tone

"what is it! is it a bad news or good news?"i lively said

"i don't know son,if it is good news or bad news,,,,,but starting today you're engage to Sophia"dad said,,,,

"b-but dad,i dont like or even love her,,,,M-mom please,,,,,i love someone else"i pleaded to them.

"M-mom,,,i love Ali!!"
"but son,,Ali is not going back anymore so please move on..."
"No mom!!!!she's back but she have an amnesia because of a car accident, her family is died beacause of that, she's in a coma for   one year and she is in a trauma after she recover in coma so beacause of that she did'nt remember me,but now she's back and i will never lost her again!!"

after i said that, i walked out and go to my room,i shut the door and lock it.
"d*mn it!! what the h*ll they thinking,they did'nt bother to asked me about that matter!!...tsk,tsk,tsk,..."

about earlier,,Ali and sky is only one person,i already knew it after she bumped me in the hallway, i investigate her with the help of my private investigator,I'm so happy after i knew that Ali is back but at the same time sad beacause she did'nt remember me,but it's okay more important is, i will never lost her again.
..
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Sky(Point of view)
i arrived to school and i notice that it's so crowded in the hall way,while walking i heard some gossips from students in my back.

"oh my god!! Art is already engage to Sophie?is it true? i thought Art is courting Sky..?"

"Sky is more beautiful than Sophie"

I don't bother what i heard,i just continue walking to my classroom,
after a couple of minutes i see Art in the door holding a bouquet of flowers i smiled to him,but my smiled automatically wash away when i see Sophie kiss Art in he's lips infront of me and get the flowers from Art.
"morning hon,,is it for me(she said while savouring the smell of the pink rose)"i heard Sophie said

Sh*t so it's true,,Art and Sophie is already engage,after that scene i run as fast as i can..i see that Art is going to chase me but Sophie blocked he's way...and now i'm here in the roof top of our school..

F*uck you Art,Asshole!!!!...i scream as loud as i can and cry out loud,,it's so f*cking hurts,that someone you love engage to other w-woman(i said while crying)

"It's okay i know what you feel,,,,remember i'm always here by you're side"
i stop crying after i heard that voice,i look at my back and i see Tristan handed a handcarchief,but i did'nt take it,,,i hug him tight and i cry again to he's shoulders....
....Thank you....for always being here with me....and sorry..i said

"you don't need to say sorry,this is my decision,so let me"

Tristan is being good to me,even if i reject him  in the time he confess to me he's feelings...i felt sorry for him but i saw a smile to he's face in that time.and he say...." let me stay by you're side"
"b-but--"
"no but's that's my decision"then he pat my head

~back to reality~
"criiinnnggggggggg"
while he's hugging me...my cellphone rang, someone is calling  me..
"hello"
"ma'am this is you're secretary,,,ma'am you need to go in korea tommorow because you're company there is having a trouble,i already gave you're excuse letter to the dean in you're school and they already agreed and ma'am youre going to korea together with mr.Santiago's son "
"okay then,"
.
"who's that?"
"thats my secretary,she said i'm going to korea tommorow "
"that's good you can unwind in korea and forget you're problem,even if in a short time"
"yeah...so i need to go...hehehe i need to take a rest this day is so tiring"
"let me drive you to you're house,"
"okay"
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.
"thank you tristan... good night.."
"no prob. good night"
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Shelby walked away slowly, slightly swaying in an alluring manner. Art watched her go and shook his head. 

'That girl is dangerous.' he thought, finishing his bottle. 

He saw Boomer and Justin singing some classic rock and roll song at the top of their lungs. 

"Art! Come join us!" Justin yelled, running towards him. 

Boomer stumbled behind him and grabbed Justin's arm, almost falling over. 

"Not tonight boys." Art smiled at them. 

"Are you going to… you know, with Shelby?" Boomer slurred, a huge grin on his face. 

Justin was shocked grabbed Art, "Is it true? Man you have to do it! She is so hot!" 

"I have a girlfriend." 

"Different country bro, doesn't count." Boomer said, giving a loud burp. 

Justin smacked the back of his head, "Our boy is in love Boomer! Not like the sluts you hook up with!" 

Boomer gave him a weird look, "And you are any better? Grace, Helen, Madison and Kate just to name a few… this school year." 

"I'm friends with a couple of man whores, great." Art said, shaking his head. 

"We simply love love." Justin smiled. 

Art left them alone to party and walked around the grounds. The moon was very bright tonight, shining its pale rays on the school. Art leaned against a large snakewood tree, its leaves were used for potion ingredients. 

"Not celebrating, Mr. Cason?" an old voice rang out. 

Professor Chip appeared out of nowhere and was smiling at him. 

"What is there to celebrate, Professor? We killed a low level criminal, nothing worth all this." 

"You need to loosen up my boy, you are young and should be happy with yourself." Chip said, sitting next to him. 

Art didn't answer and looked at the moon. 

Chip followed his eyeline and said, "Constantly pushing yourself has worked for you your entire life Art but… eventually you will burn out. I know that you are under immense pressure but you should find people to share that burden with." 

"It is my burden to carry professor, not one elses." Art said simply. 

"What about Harry Potter? Does he not deserve revenge the same as you?" 

Art didn't hesitate, "Harry never knew his parents, I did. I remember their laughs, their scoldings, how my uncle used to bring me gifts when he visited. I remember them." Art let out a deep sigh and continued, "I should be able to share this with Harry but he isn't talented enough to face Voldemort. He is a gifted wizard, don't get me wrong but he isn't a genius." 

Chip gave a sad smile, "Being a genius doesn't mean everything." 

"I know. I know hard work beats talent every time. That's why I train with every spare second I have." 

Chip didn't say anything for a long time and just looked at the snakewood tree. 

"Do you know the story of this tree?" he asked Art. 

Art shook his head and looked at the tree, it was beautiful and ominous at the same time. 

"It is connected to one of Hogwarts founders." he said with a smile, getting Art's attention. 

"Isolt Sayre was a descendant of Salazar Slytherin and used Slytherin's wand. After she killed her aunt who came to kill her, she buried the wand here, not wanting anything to connect her to that old life. This tree appeared and no matter how many times they cut the tree down, it always came back." 

Art was shocked and put his hands against the tree, feeling the rough bark. 

"Amazing… though Slytherin was a pureblood supremacist, he was still one of the most gifted wizards ever. That wand did many incredible things." 

Art looked at the professor, "Sir, you said that a gold eyed man visited your tribe many years ago… do you know anything more about him?" 

"It was said that he was a curious man that wanted to learn about magical beasts and our way of life. He was kind and didn't look down on us at all and instead learned our way of magic. It was said that he rescued a Wampus kit and raised it. It followed him everywhere. He left and visited other tribes, exploring the world." 

"Sounds like an amazing man." Art said. 

"My grandpa says his grandpa was good friends with him. To my shock, a gold eyed child appeared in my class. A child who has a Horned Serpent sleeping in his robes." he gave Art a mysterious smile. 

"You knew!?" Art asked shocked. 

"Please, you aren't as sneaky as you think." Chip scoffed. 

Azura poked her head out from Art's robes and looked at Chip. 

"Hi little one." Chip said kindly. 

Azura licked his hand before disappearing into Art's robes. 

"You sure have a gift Mr. Cason." 

--- 

School returned to normal in the following weeks. Art studied hard under Professor Chip making great progress in learning and mastering new words. He dueled almost everyday with Boomer and Justin. Natasha became warmer to him as her, Shelby and Alby continued to hang out with him. 

Art continued to visit the forest looking for new creatures. Much to his enjoyment, he met a family of Wampus'. They were wary of him at first but after shifting into his Wampus form, they became friendly. It was a family of four with two kits that were adorable. Art named them Frisk and Delphi and played with them almost everyday when he had spare time. 

He looked for Thunderbirds but Newt told him they stuck to the plains of Arizona. The school year went by quickly and soon it was time for Art to leave Ilvermorny. 

He stood at the gates with Newt and his bags. Lots of people came to see them off. 

"Thank you for everything old friend." Headmaster Fonatine said giving Art a hug. 

"Anytime." Newt smiled. 

Justin and Boomer came and gave Art a large hug, "If you ever need help, don't be afraid to ask." Justin said. 

"Of course." Art laughed. 

Natasha and Shelby came up next and both hugged him. 

"Make sure you beat up some purebloods for me." Natasha said giving him a smile. 

"Of course, those prats deserve it." 

Alby talked Art's ear off one last time as Natasha dragged him away, leaving him and Shelby alone. 

"So you are leaving…" she trailed off, looking him in the eyes. 

"Yes I am." 

She looked down at her feet and kicked the ground gently before looking up at him again, "I won't give up." she said, giving him a kiss on his cheek. 

She flashed him a dazzling smile and walked away, her hips gently swaying. 

"You luck with women is truly magical." Newt teased, laughing at Art. 

Art laughed loudly and thought, 'Time to go back home.'

Artland Cason lost everything at a young age to the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. Though it is years later his anger and hatred burn just as hot.

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