Humanity has reached its peak, they have discovered their purpose in the universe.
They are not judges of right or wrong
They are not heroes or villains

They are the all seeing race, capable in recording the  events  and life of the universe.
Individual they can seek what they desire. Money, fame even peace.

Together they are untied and betrayal is a myth.

However each individual must go on a journey through the cosmos to discover their own meaning, their dreams, and analyse the bubble they live in.

This is the ultimate goal of humanity

"Hence, be it the empty fort strategy, or praying for the eastern wind, they are just artistic imaginations of the writers. This is not called history." Zhang Ye's words seemed to vaguely beat down on Ma Hengyuan, Teacher Xu and Editor Xu. He then said, "What if we use artistic works such as 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms' or plays of the Three Kingdoms as a basis to understand history? If we used the plot of these artistic works as lectures, or used them to analyze these historical figures, then it would be making things too trivial. Even the real image of the historical figure is something you don't understand, so what can you analyze?"

Ma Hengyuan and company nearly cursed out!

Zhang Ye! Do you have no end to that? Who are you trying to beat upon?

Teacher Xu immediately stood up and shouted loudly, "What a load of crap! How can a young kid like yourself know any history!?"

The audience was startled. What's wrong with you? Have you gone mad?

Hu Fei was also angered, "Stop the camera!" This scene was definitely not suitable for broadcasting.

Zhang Ye looked at them and said, "If you think what I said is wrong, you can refute it. If your point of view is right and it makes sense, anyone will listen to it. Please tell me which part of what I said was nonsense?"

Ma Hengyuan also said, "You just don't know a thing!"

Zhang Ye laughed, "I'm asking what I do not know. Can you tell me?" Seeing that they could not say a thing, Zhang Ye's face sank, "The three of you say I'm not right. Fine, I am willing to accept the opinions of others. But can you at least say something? Without any reasons or arguments, you are just saying that I do not understand. You just keep insisting that I don't know a thing. Are you professors and teachers, or are you rogue hooligans? Even I know that when a teacher lectures, he would need to use reason and arguments to convince a student. Why are experts and professors like yourselves unknowing of that fact? Is this a joke? You say I do not understand. Yes, I don't understand. So, are you gods? Wherever you say there is light, there will be light?"

The audience erupted into laughter. They felt that this host was extremely humorous!

"What you said is totally unfounded!" Ma Hengyuan said angrily with a black face.

Big Sis Zhou was the first person who could not take it any longer, "You old fart, what do you mean by saying that Teacher Little Zhang's words were unfounded? Everything he said was clear and following the details!"

Auntie Sun also scolded, "What mess are you trying to create!?"

Xiaofang said angrily, "To think he's a professor. He's so lacking in manners!"

A member of the audience also said, "That's right. He was doing a good job, and we were enjoying it. Why are you interrupting offstage? Previously, you even said the host interrupted you? Ah, others can't do it, but when it comes to you, you can?"

"Hurry and go back home!"

"Right, stop ridiculing yourself. The host is doing such a good job!"

"And Professor Ma? Just an undeserved title! I really wonder how you went on CCTV! With the Three Kingdoms from what you said just now? Our whole family was nearly falling asleep from it!"

"The three of you are really funny. It's clear that you are turning angry from embarrassment!"

"You even said the host doesn't know history? I think it's you who do not know!"

Quite a number of audience members began to boo. They did not have any good impressions on these so-called professors and experts who put on airs!

Ma Hengyuan and the two Xu surnamed guests still wanted to speak. Even Teacher Xu stood up and flared at the audience, "You can go on television saying the Three Kingdoms like that? Do you even know history!?"

Big Sis Zhou erupted, "Do you only know how to f**king say that? You just keep saying others do not know. You are f**king sick!" She cursed!

Teacher Xu was flustered as she pointed to Big Sis Zhou, "I dare you to scold me again!"

A person in the audience could no longer let this go. He stood up and stood by Big Sis Zhou, "Why are you shouting at a woman like that!? If you have the ability, shout at me! Shout for me to see!" He was a stout middle-aged man with a height of 1.9m!

Teacher Xu immediately shut up.

Auntie Sun also spat, "Only you know! Only you are the professionals!?"

"What the heck!"

"How can they be so hypocritical!"

"Did us the audience pick the fight? Why are you yelling at us?"

"Hurry and get lost! What kind of sh*t are they!"

The audience began to curse. The situation was quite out of control!

Zhang Ye was also disgusted. He immediately took the microphone and said, "A few of the stronger staff, I'll trouble you. Please throw the people who have interrupted the recording out!"

Dafei and Hou Ge had long disliked them. They immediately rushed forward!

There were two guards and three staff members who volunteered. They immediately surrounded Ma Hengyuan and company. Lifting them up, they were thrown out of the studio's door. Not only were they not cooperating with the recording, they did not listen to anyone's directions. They had even messed up a scene and impeded the recording. Not only would throwing them out not be a problem, even beating them up would have been fine. Did you really think that you were some big shot star? Bullsh*t!

The third guest, Reporter Ci from before, also shook her head and sighed. Ma Hengyuan and company had really lost their reputation and had disgraced themselves!

Zhang Ye cleared his throat, "There has been a complication, so please do not mind. Let's continue analyzing the Three Kingdoms."

Hu Fei did the countdown once again, "Three, two, one. Begin."

Zhang Ye continued from before, "So that is why we must differentiate between 'Historical Image' and 'Artistic Image'. The differences are huge, but then we ask: is the 'Artistic Image' worthless then? It does have value. There's much worth in the studying and analyzing of it, like the 'Empty Fort Strategy'. Sima Yi was a scholar. The way he thought would be more complicated. When something is said or an action is made, he would have given it some thought. Aiyo, what does this mean? What could this mean? Hur Hur, if it was a gang of thieves or bandits, they would have entered the city directly, with the attitude of ‘who cares’! Then what would have happened? Zhuge Liang would have been caught!"

Everyone was laughing for the umpteenth time.

After speaking for another ten minutes, Hu Fei made some hand signals.

Zhang Ye understood that this episode's time was almost up, so he made a closing, but suddenly remembered that this was the most important first episode, so how could he just make a simple closing to it? It didn't seem to be good enough; it didn't match the beginning well. With a flash of brilliance, Zhang Ye said, "The first episode is coming to an end. Some of you may still be wondering why this episode was named as 'Great River Flows East'?" Because I have composed a melody poem, and these four words are a very important part of this melody poem. So I would like to use this as an ending, which I was lucky enough to have gone to the Red Cliff and had been inspired by it to create this melody poem.”

Melody poem

Ancient poetry?

A few people were listening in earnest now. They had likely heard of Zhang Ye's 'Shuidiao Getou' before, and knew of his melody poetry's prowess.

Zhang Ye built up the moment; this was a famous Su Shi melody poem. It was comparable with 'Shuidiao Getou'. In his previous world, there were other versions of it. But the one he would be using was Yi Zhongtian's opening to 'Analysis of the Three Kingdoms',  although it was not used in full.

When speaking of the Three Kingdoms, Su Shi's melody poem had to be mentioned as well!

But since there was no Su Shi in this world, many other literary scholars involved with Three Kingdoms poems had also not existed, Zhang Ye made some modifications accordingly to the flow of 'Analysis of the Three Kingdoms'.

Zhang Ye looked at the audience and began reciting, "'Lyrics to Remembering Your Charm - Remembrance of the Tale of the Crimson Cliff'."

The audience were listening earnestly, they were curious to know what it would be.

Zhang Ye said with a balanced tone, but his voice had no lack of majestic energy, "The great gushing Yangtze with piling waves flows towards the east; away it carries gallant souls of the remote bygone days."

The first line had captured everyone!

The ancient fort on the west is said to be The Crimson Cliff, where Zhou of the Three Kingdoms era defeated Wei's navy. Stones were hurled into the sky indiscriminately; Mighty waves must have crushed onto shores hurling high snow-like foam." Zhang Ye said with a smile, as his eyebrows appeared concentrated, "The river and mountains today's landscapes paint; Where once there were many courageous and heroic men. Picture Zhou in his prime; dressed in plain clothes together with his young bride, gallant he must have been. Topped with a silk crest, he held in his hand a fan of feathers; with humor he helped see to that the masts and sculls of Wei's navy go up in smoke and ashes turn into. My mind wanders in the history vested hither; My sentimentality, no doubt, has caused my early grey. Life is a dream; Allow me to libate a drink to the river, the moon and its reflection."

Many people were engrossed listening to it!

The river and mountains today's landscapes paint? Where once there were many courageous and heroic men?

Many of the male comrades became very passionate when they heard it!  As though they were now in battle during the Three Kingdoms era! They could hear the the sounds of battle around them!

The female comrades were all charmed by Zhou Yu's description of 'With humor he helped see to that the masts and sculls of Wei's navy go up in smoke and ashes turn into.' What sort of grace was this? What level of daringness was this?

But in the end, everyone was a little hurt by the first line of Zhang Ye's poem!

Yes, "Great River Flows East". How many heroes in history had been washed away by the waters of the great river?

What a spectacular "Great River Flows East"! What a great "Lyrics to Remembering Your Charm - Remembrance of the Tale of the Crimson Cliff"! What a great "Lecture Room"! What a great Zhang Ye!

Hu Fei stood up, stunned!

The audience also didn't make a sound when they heard it!

Zhang Ye closed off with this, "As it is, how many events of history are hidden within light-hearted conversations? Starting from today's program, I will be sharing with everyone through light-hearted conversations an analysis of the Three Kingdoms. But where should we start from? I think that we should begin from that era's most contentious figure, whether in historical image or civil image. Let him lead us as we delve into the most complex and magnificent history next week with 'The Real Cao Cao'!"

After finishing.

The recording studio was silent for a moment.

Suddenly, Big Sis Zhou and Auntie Sun stood up and applauded with all their might!

Everyone else stood up one by one from their seats and applauded with admiration!

Even the staff present, the cameraman, Hou Ge, Hou Di, Dafei and others also applauded loudly. They were all very excited!

In that time, the studio was filled with thunderous applause!

It went on for a full minute before stopping!

No one left, as they did not want to leave!

Zhang Ye was very flattered and clasp his hands together, "Thank you, everyone. Thank you, thank you." This was a huge acknowledgment to him!

But in the closing poem, there was a flaw. Because at the end, there was a sentence about early graying of hair. This was Su Shi's plight and not Zhang Ye's. Therefore, with analysis, this would be a small flaw. But Zhang Ye did not care, it was not a bother to him!

My hair has precisely grayed early!

I precisely have gray hair at a young age!

Are you going to bite me?


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

"Dylan? There is no Dylan in my class. Who are you talking about?"
'What?'
Angeal looked at the seat beside her. Her eyes widened more when she realized that there was no bag beside her, indicating that this Dylan may not have brought anything other than the notebook and pen that he had with him.
She then looked at her father once more, almost mumbling so that only he could hear.
"A while ago, there was a guy sitting beside me—brainstorming with me about the poem. His name is Dylan and he gave me his notes. He said he went to the comfort room."
Professor Leon's eyebrows creased together. He blankly stared at the empty seat beside his daughter for a moment before returning his gaze on her.
"Are you sure there was someone beside you earlier?" he asked, his daughter nodding once to answer his question. "Because while I was walking, I did not notice anyone beside you," he added, Angeal's lips turning into a tight line.
The young lady then looked at the two classmates behind her and asked, "Did you see me talking with someone else a while ago?"
The classmates looked at each other as if Angeal asked something weird. They answered her question still by nodding, the professor feeling uneasy.
"Yeah! He was there a moment ago, right? What's up?"
"But there's no Dylan in my class list for Stylistics," he said, mumbling to himself that only Angeal could hear. He then looked at everyone, clapping both of his hands together loudly to get everyone's attention.
"I would be going to the comfort room for a while, alright? It will only take me a few minutes. Continue doing your task at hand."
"Alright, Professor!"
With the students' reply, Professor Leon looked at his daughter briefly, a serious look etched on his face as he bent down to talk to her in the most quiet way possible.
"I would have to check who this Dylan guy is if you said he went to the bathroom. Unenrolled students are not permitted to enter class," he said, Angeal nodding as she watched her father's retreating figure.
The classmates behind her then leaned in closer, getting Angeal's attention with the question they had asked her.
"What's wrong with Professor Leon? He seems to be concerned about the guy who was seated beside you?"
The other girl beside her giggled and said, "Maybe because he is a potential suitor for Angeal and the father is protective?"
Angeal shook her head, disagreeing with what the two had said. Knowing them from the previous semesters as well, she felt that she could tell them, knowing that they won't say a word.
"My dad finds the guy beside me suspicious. He isn't enrolled in Stylistics."
"What?" the other girl reacted, the second one whispering to make sure others won't listen to the conversation.
"I thought he was a late enrollee that's why I just saw him now," she added, Angeal shaking her head then she heaved a small sigh afterward.
"That's why dad—I mean... Professor Leon followed him there to confirm. He wouldn't want to announce to the others since it might be a serious issue," Angeal said, the two girls nodding slowly.
"Then we have to wait as we do this task at hand, then," one girl said when at the same moment, Professor Leon went back in the room, getting everyone's attention with his announcement.
"Students, before you continue on with your task, I want you to listen closely," he announced, everyone's eyes now on him as Angeal and the two girls behind her looked rather serious compared to the other students.
"If you notice that some of the students are not familiar in class, do ask if they are late enrollees and if they have their white forms with them. This is just a precaution. We may not know if some people could easily slip through the guard's security."
Hearing this, the students mumbled to each other, curious of what is happening. To ease their anxiety, Professor Leon smiled, his words easing the students' worries.
"This is an announcement. Don't worry, there is nothing serious that is happening. Since the semester just started, you may encounter students entering the class—probably entering the wrong course," he added, the students' mumbles dying down.
"Now continue on with your activity," Professor Leon added, looking at his watch at the same time. "You have 20 minutes before the class ends."
With Professor Leon leading them back again to the activity at hand, Angeal sighed as the two girls behind her just shrugged their shoulders, minding their own business as they continued analyzing the poem. 
Angeal's eyes then looked at the notes Dylan had written, her astonishment evident on her face.
Dylan wrote that the themes of The Passionate Shepherd to His Love has the themes of carpe diem and the immediate gratification of their sexual passions.
He also said that the "free love" movement of the 1960s was a recent manifestation of a utopian belief. If the nymph would go with the shepherd, they would have a perfect life.
As for the Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd, Dylan said that Raleigh argues that it is not society that taints sexual love.
He was also specific when he said that the nymph sets up a hypothetical set of questions that undermine the intelligence of the man's offer because all that he offers is transitory and the nymph reverses his images into negative ones.
Angeal went on with the examples Dylan wrote about these images—enumerating it below his explanation.
1. Rocks grow old
2. Fields yield to the harvest
3. Rivers rage
4. Birds complain of winter
Angeal's eyes widened when she saw a note beside number four, her mouth almost agape with how accurate Dylan's analysis of the poem was.
Beside number four, he wrote: "a reference to the story of Philomela who was raped and turned into a nightingale."
"May I see the notes, Angeal?"
Angeal snapped from her thoughts when she suddenly heard her father's voice. Following his instruction, she nodded, giving it to him as the professor's lips turned into a tight line, finding the accuracy of Dylan's analysis at par—no—even better compared to a teacher's
"He has oddly perfect analysis," he mumbled, enough for Angeal to hear.
With that reaction and comment coming from his father, it made Angeal feel suspicious of the man who sat beside her. She wondered who could he be and why did he give her his notes?
'Who is Dylan and why is he here in Professor Leon's class?'


"Devin, do you love me?"

Hearing her question that had snapped him out of his thoughts, the Soul Eater opened his eyes slowly to meet her blue eyes once more. He smiled foolishly as his right hand reached out to her face, his thumb caressing her bottom lip.

"Is that a question you dare ask your husband?"

Angeal pouted like a child. 

"Tell me you love me... or I’ll cry."

Devin chuckled, making Angeal pout more as she narrowed her eyes at him. When Devin ceased his jovial laughter, he didn’t answer her question. Instead, he bent down as he pulled her closer to him, his lips smoothly landing on hers to give her a loving kiss. 

’I love you, Angeal. Before I even knew it, my heart yearned for you.’

~

Punished by the Almighty Seraphim, Devin was branded a fallen angel and was given a curse to become a Soul Eater—a being who is hungry for souls and feeds on them for sustenance.

Devin was bound on earth, looking for clues on how to cure his irrevocable curse until a desperate old man saw the Soul Eater and begged him to save his newborn granddaughter’s life.

However... it comes with the price of selling both of their souls. 

With the old man giving both of their lives to the Soul Eater, what path lies ahead for Angeal as she grows in a house full of magical immortals?

~

The Almighty Seraphim sighed, shaking herself from her thoughts. She then spoke, planting more curiosity in the mind of the Dominion who was watching over the Soul Eater. 

"Continue watching over them. She is his cure, but it will lead her to oblivion.”

~

With the Soul Eater cursed and with them eventually knowing that the sweet innocent girl he saved is the cure, will their relationship be a boon or a bane?

Will they perhaps have sweet love, forbidden love... or maybe even both?

With the given thoughts at hand, will fate bless their lives... or curse them even more?

Let us know the answers to these questions as we unravel the story of Angeal being the Soul Eater’s Possession.

~

[WARNING: Some chapters may contain mature R-18 content.]

[FYI: This book is also a SLOW BURN romance. If you don’t appreciate slow burns, feel free to take a chance on this book if you want to. *wink*]

Volume 1: Nunc Domum
When the Soul Eater, Devin, and his personal servant, Ivar, found no clues about the curse, they finally went home after 18 years. However, when the two arrived in the mansion, Devin's curse suddenly went amok when he met the human girl, Angeal. What could be the girl's involvement in his curse?

Volume 2: Est Ignotum
As the immortals and the mortals spent their days with each other, they are more confused than ever with not only with the feelings they have for a certain person, but also with their background, with their loyalty, and with what lies ahead. To them, there are a lot of things that are unknown...

Volume 3: Actio Culmen Cadentia
The peak of their lives had finally arrived as secrets and revelations, stirring their judgments and what they believe in. As they all go on with their lives, what will they decide for others, and of course, for themselves?

Volume 4: Et Requiem
With all the events that had transpired, each one of them had started to question one's judgment and decisions. Now that these actions had been falling, what will Devin, Angeal, and everyone do to face what's ahead of them?

Volume 5: Insidiamini Torquet
Everyone's lives are now practically caught in series of unexpected twists and turns. As they are to face the challenges that are thrown at them, what would everyone do as everyone is in it for a shocking revelation about their fate? Will they fight for friendship, freedom, or for love?

~

Update Schedule:
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I stared at her with a grim expression on my pale face. That joyful feeling from before has abandoned me, leaving my mind an empty shell with nothing to fill it up except that awful feeling of emptiness. As I awkwardly stood there, I seemed to have forgotten the reason for my visit. There's just this weird feeling within me keeping me static, trapping my body in that location.

"You mind waiting for a second?" Luna asked as she ran her fingers through her hair and used a comb to straighten and tidy it after whatever had occurred earlier. Her voice appeared quite cold, but there appeared to be some signs of sadness mixed within it. It was such a minuscule amount that I might've just been mistaken.

"..." I didn't respond to her. Instead, I stood there in silence and looking away from her. Even though I was simply staring at the floor, the sight of her wearing that lingerie that I had purchased for her still lingered.

"I'm done," she said.

When I looked over, I saw that she had indeed finished combing her hair as it was now straight like it usually was. In addition, her sick gown was properly worn, concealing her stomach as well as the front view of her chest that was concealed by that bra I had bought her. On her face was a cold expression. She didn't look over at me. Instead, she kept her eyes trained on the screen of her phone.

"So," she said without moving her eyes off of her phone. "What is it?"

"I...I just wanted to tell you that um..." I paused and looked down at the floor, feeling something within me, especially in my throat, that made it impossible for me to continue speaking. It was only when I reconditioned my mind and took a deep breath that I could finally finish. "The thing between Irina and I...it's fixed now."

"That's good," she simply responded.

I looked up at her, taking in that mysterious and sudden cold attitude that she was directing towards me. It was rather...unsettling to experience that from her. It was as if she's suddenly a different person now. It was as if the Luna that I had known never existed. It was puzzling to me as to what might've caused that girl who would smile in such a bright and charming manner to become so cold in demeanor. This wasn't the cold that Muria exhibited. Rather, it was more of a repulsing cold, one that's as if trying to drive away anyone who dared to attempt to approach her.

"I..." I muttered. "I think I'll head home now..."

"Is that so?" She softly sighed. For the first time that day, she put down her phone on the open spot on the bed beside her and looked over at me. She rested both hands atop her kneecap and leaned her head forward until it laid on top of her hands.

I met her eyes, feeling an uneasy feeling that seemed to be trying to drive me away. It made me avert my gaze out of discomfort, and gradually, I started backing out of the room. Without saying anything else, I slid close the door. Maybe it was simply my imagination, but I believe I saw a smile on her face as I was closing the door. Whatever the case may be, when the door was closed, I realized that my legs were weak as I slowly slipped down towards the ground until I was on my knees and my forehead pressed against the wooden door.

After a short while, a nurse came by, inquiring if I was feeling alright. Instead of responding to her question, I simply forced myself up from the ground and went on my way towards the elevators. My mind felt heavy as the emptiness gradually developed into a mass and gained a weight of their own, weighing me down. In addition, that same bitter taste returned back to my mouth.

I walked out of the hospital, leaving it behind and simply made my way over to the train station in an almost robotlike manner. With my mind occupied by emptiness, I passed through the ticket gates and boarded a train that would take me back to Lumina and back home.

When I finally got home, the sun had almost set completely, leaving behind only a few traces of sunlight in the sky that was transitioning from an orangish-cyan to a light purple to a darker shade of purple. Stars dotted the already-dark portions of the nighttime sky and the celestial moon that appeared as if it was framed in the sky simply stared down at me.

Back at home, I felt somewhat uneasy. But surprisingly though, I felt oddly calm. I leaned back on my computer chair with my head against the backrest. Then, a soft laughter escaped from my throat. I do not understand why I was laughing, but I couldn't stop myself. However, I have a possible idea as to what the laugh was for. It was a mocking laughter, that I was subconsciously using on myself.

It wasn't long before the laughing stopped, leaving me sitting on my comfortable computer chair and spinning side to side slightly using my feet to apply a rotational force on the ground. Before me, the monitor to my PC was on, illuminating my face with its large, bright monitor. I stared at it in response, feeling discomfort in my eyes as the brightness pained them. In response to this, I simply closed my eyes and continued to sit there.

"I still have to do homework," I muttered to myself, trying my best to distract my mind from whatever that had happened that day.

Slowly, I reached for my school bag, grabbing it and pulling it onto my lap. Then, I opened my eyes and retrieved my homework notebook from within it. Even though I don't usually focus much on homework, I would always complete it to not create a scene in class. However, I would simply only do enough and never did I spend plenty of time on them. But tonight... I suppose it might be different.

For the first time in a long time, I opened the literature book that us students were given for homework. I then checked online for the assignment and saw that Mura had assigned for us to read a poem and write an analysis on it. I really do not understand analyzing poems. Like seriously, is there even a point to it? But being the bored individual that was also trying to escape from something, I opened the book and did as I was told.

I flipped to the page that the poem was on and started reading it. This poem was written by someone seven hundred years ago, and it would appear to be a... love poem? I do not understand its meaning though. Maybe that's why literature is so difficult for me because unlike the other subjects where there's only one right answer, in literature, you have to identify what the other might be saying and analyze it or something. That makes it more difficult.

What your true intents are, I do not know

But maybe in love, it's wise to let go.

Those were the ending lines to the poem and the main indicator that the poem was about love. After reading through it one more time, I discovered that it was indeed about love.

-----

[The Human Tragedy]

Difficulties lie

In the human mind.

Forever they roam

In the sealed, enclosed dome.

Torturing one another

For the sake of the other.

Don't cry my dear,

Life's always unfair.

Just keep walking,

And please keep talking.

In your words, I'm alive,

In your words, I'll die.

What your true intents are, I do not know.

But maybe in love, it's wise to let go.
-----

To be fair, this was one of the simpler poems in the textbook. In addition, I sort of understand the emotion that the author was trying to convey, but when asked to write it down in words, that's when I struggle the most. Therefore, the only way for me to write down an analysis is to just keep going over it until I find something to bullshit about.

So the poem is basically about these "difficulties" in the human mind and how people roam in this sealed and enclosed dome. Since this poem is about love, so I assume that the difficulties referred to is love itself. Then the enclosed dome...like a coliseum? Torturing the other for the sake of the other...I guess it refers to how love is basically two people seeing who could hurt the other the most. The next part about not crying...I suppose it's about how not every love can come to fruition? And when one walks, that means they're moving forward, but when they keep talking, then they keep the other person alive in their minds. So that's why the next line is about being alive in the words and also being dead since the love will be alive in a way but dead as it will never occur. Finally, the last two lines... Sometimes in love, it's really the best to simply let go...

Wait a minute...



***



The next day at school, I looked over at Loyd, seeing if there was anything unusual about him. Based off of my observations, nothing about him as changed. Nothing seemed to be bothering him aside from a slight confusion that lingered in the depths of his mind. I wasn't entirely certain what that confusion was for.

Like I had suspected, it would appear that he's going to see Luna again after class. Unlike the day before where I had to stay behind and talk to Irina, I decided to follow him. I kept at a certain distance so he wouldn't notice and followed him all the way to the hospital. Then, it was simply a journey to Luna's hospital room that was left.

I took the elevator after him and rode up to the level that Luna's room was located on. Then, I slowly walked down the hall and towards her room. When I finally arrived before the closed door to her room, I took a deep breath and slowly leaned my head toward the door.

"So can you tell me why you're having me act that way yesterday?" I heard Loyd's voice say to Luna.

I'm just me. An ordinary high school boy with no girlfriend, not too many friends, and no talent.  What I enjoy doing after school is roaming around the halls, hoping that like in the cliche anime and manga, I'll bump into someone that'll change my life. Of course, nothing is going to happen. What do you expect? 

But, this APP on my phone is kind of weird. I don't remember installing it. If I click on it, it asks me to complete missions. But how the hell am I supposed to do these embarrassing tasks?


Update Schedule:
I will post new chapters usually once a day, but that is subjected to change depending on my schedule as I am a student in my final year of high school. During breaks, I will usually post multiple chapters per day.

Raven was not in the least bit having a fun day. It started out with Knightblade giving him a panic attack, then the two yellow types making fun of him, and now the entire class's lives are in his hands. The adrenaline is what's keeping him from crying but trust me, he definitely is once he has time to.

So far he's come close to accidentally miscasting a spell like everytime he has to cast one. But thankfully, there haven't been any casualties.

Yet.

I'm just kidding.

Maybe.


The red fight is over and Raven has to treat yet another burn victim. However, this time the girl would definitely die if Raven messed up. Raven is frantically moving his fingers to find the right spell to save her life. His sweat from his forehead dropping into his eyes and his hands soggy. He can't use the spell he used for the previous victims because it is not strong enough for a situation with the victim's body completely covered in burn. The victim doesn't have a strand of hair left or even eyelids. It is quite disturbing to look at and scary.

Raven finally finds a good spell and gets to work.

"Do you need any help, kid?"

Raven looks over to see the coach.

"Get me grass and a water type."

The coach nods and not even a minute later comes back with a handful of grass and Knightblade.

"I heard I get to serve you." Blade says with a grin.

"We don't have time for that." Raven says a bit snarky. "See the grass Coach is holding make it wet along with this girl's body, leave the rest to me." Raven is speaking so fast it is barely audible.

Rave watches as Blade follows his instructions. Coach opens her first allowing Blade to pour some water into it. Blade takes the grass out of her hand and mixes some more water into it. Drops hit the grown and run down blade arms leaving their sweater sleeves a little wet. They then hand it to Raven. Blade steps towards the victim as Raven searches to figure out what their facial expression means. It doesn't have a hint of fear or disgust leaving Raven flabbergasted. How could someone not be scared in a situation like this? Aren't they scared they're going to mess up? Blade bends down and puts their hands over the girl's body, careful not to accidentally touch her. Water falls out of their hands covering the body. The girl let's put a soft but scared moan that panged Raven with fear that she would die any second.

Quickly, Raven takes the handful of grass and sprinkles it over the girls body letting every piece fall gracefully but quickly. Once, it's all sprinkled over her Raven closes his eyes and focuses all his will on the girl and his spell. He starts chanting in a language only he knows and words that only have meaning to him. He chants his chant free times in a row and then opens his eyes with a sigh.

He looks at the girl. Nothing happens for a second making Raven's heart beat faster than light but then there is something. A white light shines from the girl as all her skin melts back. She grows back her eyelids and her hair, everything but her clothes that coach rushes to get and Raven and knightblade avert their eyes.

"Good job Raven, I was scared she was going to die. You're a good doctor, man." Blade says this with hands over his eyes.

Was Raven good at this?

Raven did not really think that. Sure, Raven was a good spell caster but this was the first time he worked on humans. Back at home he only helped little animals in the woods. This entire time Raven was holding back vomit and it was only the first match. 

"Thank you." Was all Raven could get out. Blade gave him a small nod in return.


The orange match came which was filled with gore and animals getting fucked up. Raven was used to animals getting hurt but still he wished they would stay animals when they came to him, maybe it would take away some nerves. This entire time Ravens body was shaking. The red girl gave him a small "Thank You." as she ran to the coach who had her clothes. She looked to be on the verge of tears but who wouldn't, she almost died.

The orange fight was not nearly as bad as the red but far more loud. Wolves howled and their beard grawloded. Raven felt like he was working at an illegal animal fighting arena. However, nowadays those were all shut down because of orange types pretending to be big dogs or whatever other animal people used to get a kick out of.

The winner was a big guy who had a twelve pack because he had to be extra. He looked like a Chad. Was probably named Chad, Raven would bet you ten bucks on that. Chad came out to Raven after the match, shirtless because he had to be extra, and asked him to heal a small scratch on his face. "I would but I need to save up my energy, I'm sorry." Raven replied. Chad scoffed and walked away with "I thought you were a healer." which reinforced Raven betting ten bucks his name was Chad.


Then the yellow fight came. Raven bent his neck to look for the twins. They were just walking out to the arena. Kat had a smug look on her face but Malvin looked decently scared. Side note, Kate absolutely petrified Raven but he still wanted either her or Malvin to win because Raven kinda wanted to be friends with them.

In the arena there were around six, maybe seven yellow types. Raven could not tell all the commotion. People were screaming or waiting patiently for the match to start. Raven's hands were busy flickering the pages of his book around. Sweat droplets would fall onto the pages and disappear idmetitly after. That's just the magic the book had, it was impossible to tear or bark. Raven has tried to rip it apart before but failed.

Coach brought the megaphone up to her lips, "The match will start in... three seconds."

"One"

Kat got into her stance.

"Two"

Marvin got into his.

"THREE!"

Yellow lighting got thrown everywhere. It was almost impossible to see anything. All you could see was faint figures.

Raven's eyes strained to see one of the twins but failed. He grunted and waited for a patient to be carried to him by coach. She had her work cut out for her. 

Raven saw a silhouette for a girl that fit Kat's profile. Her hair was falling in her face.

That has got to be Kat.

She jumped up and ran across the stands and jumped down onto another silhouettes shoulders and brought her hands to their head. The silhouette fell and Kat jumped back up and disappeared into the light onces again. She's pretty dang good and knew the element of surprise. Raven wondered what Marvin was doing.

Some people may think Raven would wish to join in on the fighting but he did not. Raven likes to help people in a different way. He loves to heal the wounded and gets plenty of joy from that. Purple types books always line up to the users values and Raven is no expedition.


Coach sprinted to the fallen victim and carried them over to Raven. It was Marvin. His hair had fallen on his face and his forehead was red. His eyes were closed and he was unconscious. Raven peeled up his eyelids to reveal glossy eyes. He had a fever and his brain was fried. Raven knew the perfect spell for this.


Split flashback time.


One day Raven's parents brought him to the park. It was a while since he last visited and was around the age of eight. Raven was throwing a ball back and forth with his mother as his father sat on a bench doing a bible study. Raven accidentally chucked it into the woods and told his mother to stay back, as he would retrieve the ball.

Raven wandered into the forest trying to find the ball when he heard some teenagers yelling. 

"Bro, you wouldn't dare."

"Oh yeah, I would."

A sound of a teaser went off.

"You actually did it..."

"Yeah, see! I ain't no pussy. Now we should go before someone finds it."

"Yeah"

Sounds of footsteps vanished and Ravens eight year old brain thought it was a great idea to go and see what happened.

It took awhile but Raven managed to find where they were at. Raven heard some moans and looked down. A tiny rabbit laid motionless, Raven screamed horrified. It was white and about a little bigger than the Raven's hands. Raven had never used magic before but he knew that he could. Just his parents never let him. But, in that moment, Raven knew he had to help that rabbit. It was his duty.

Raven scooped it up and put it in the inside of his pocket. It was barely breathing and hot, Raven somehow knew it's brain was fried. He walked back to his parents, forgetting about the ball. He told his mom he tripped and hit his head. And that he wanted to go home. His parents got in the car and headed home.


Once Raven got home he headed to his room. He got out a shoebox and put the little bunny in it. His heart was pumping with adrenaline and his brain trying to figure out what to do. He needed his spellbook. He knew he had one but he did not know where it was or what he would do when he found it. He really needs it. 

Next thing he knew it was in his hands.

How?

He didn't know but he jumped with glee.

"Everything good up there!?"his mother shouted from downstairs.

Ravens' hearts sank. He needed to be more careful. "Yes, everythings good!", was his response.

Raven opened his book but the issue was that he didn't know what he was doing and couldn't read half of the words. He set down on his bed with his book in his hand determined to figure out a way to help his patient. And that my friends, was what he was going to do.

He closed to book and put his hand on top of it. He didn't understand what he was doing but it felt like he was doing the right thing. He closed his eyes and thought, help me find something to help this bunny, please.

Then he opened the book and flipped to a random page. The first spell his eye landed on was the spell he needed. Thankfully, he knew what he needed to do.

He walked over to the rabbit and put his hand on top of its head and said a verse to a poem that only meant anything to him. After he did that he lifted up his hand. The rabbit's eyes opened and slowly but surely it stood up. It lifted its head towards Raven and gave him a little nod that to Raven meant: Thank you.


That was Raven's first spell. That day was when Raven found his drive, he found his purpose. And that is to help the wounded. Ever since that he helped injured animals in his woods. It's what gave his life meaning.


End of flashback.


Raven looked down at Marvin and placed his hand on Marvin's forehead. He whispered the little poem that would not make any sense to anyone but Raven himself. Raven closed his eyes and when he opened them they met yellow ones.

"What happened?" Marvin said in a whisper.

"Your sister-um, kinda fried your brain." Raven swallowed.

"Of course she did, she always targets me."


The fight between the yellows ended with a bang. It was Kat against a guy with a scar across his lip. Raven will refer to them as scar dude. Kat and scar dude had a straining competition for a solid three minutes. The only reason they stopped was because the coach shouted: "Will you hurry up, we still have five of these to get thrown!" That's when the scared dude attacked Kat who was still looking at the coach. He sent a bolt of electricity at Kat that electrocuted her, leaving her helpless. She tried to attack back but she couldn't think straight due to the pain. She couldn't do anything. Scar dude kept it going until she was unconscious.

Once she arrived at Raven he could tell that her whole body was fried with some burns. He healed her up and once she awoke. She was really pissed.

"That was cheap! I was looking at the coach and he didn't wait for me to be ready! That could have been fun! We could have had a fair fight! But NOOO! He had to play dirty! Asshole..."

That's all she went on about util Marvin came and grabbed her by the arm leading her to the stands.

Raven was getting nervous already , but he was growing more tense. He was running low on energy but they weren't even half way yet. He might pass out on the spot.


The green fight happened which made the whole place smell like dirt. No major injuries happened which made Raven happy.


Then the blur fight came which Knightblade will partake in.


In all there were about eight blue types. Raven studied Blade, he did not look nervous at all. Not even a single hint of fear. Coach counted up to three.

"One"
Blade didn't move; he stood still with her arms crossed with his blangs flowing in the wind.

"Two"

No movement.

"THREE!"
Here is where a movement happened.

Blade shifted his hand and in an instinct, everyone in the arena besides him was in an ice cube. They had no time to think or do anything about it. Blade was just stronger and his timing was impeccable.

"Did I win?" Blade asked.

The entire stadium was silent. Everyone was in shock.

How did he do that?
Was what everyone was thinking.

It took a moment but Coach responded, "Yeah... you won."
"Yay, now get a red type to unfreeze them please."
"Y-Yeah I will..." Coaches voice wasn't as strong and mighty as it used to be.

Blade walked back up to the bleachers and set down. Everyone's eyes were on him but he pretended not to notice. 
Who was this guy? Was the only thing Raven could think.

What if the world had a malfunction? Some people are now born with special abilities that make the world a very different and dangerous place. So the government came up with an idea to send the malfunctions to a school that will train them and set up a life plan for them. If they do not follow the life plan they will be killed. How will this turn out?

"Hm, I don't know why I didn't make myself visible to Liz and Aella, or why I didn't try to speak to them…" Gaia shrugged. "You lot are weird, I'd rather understand by observing you first. I'll start interacting with everyone more once I get used to-"
"Let me stop you right there," Raven interrupted. "What you're saying is that you've actually never interacted with a living soul before, so you're not sure how to go around it?"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Kayla suddenly burst out laughing. She was listening the whole time while focusing more on the avatar taking part in the EDA course, but she just couldn't hold herself from laughing. "That's pretty much it!! She's an anti social nerd!"
"Oi, that's harsh!" Raven scolded. "You're starting to curse and not care much for how others feel… what's wrong with you Kay? You're not hitting puberty are you?" Raven narrowed her eyes.
Hearing that, Kayla stopped laughing and instead sat down next to Gaia while massaging her shoulders. "I was joking! See? I care for her!"
Taking a deep breath, Raven shook her head with a smile.
"Um, you two might be more or less right…" Gaia said, defeated. "I've always been so busy that I didn't have enough time to talk with another soul.
"I've always observed though… I have so much information about everything and how to act appropriately, but knowing and executing are two very different concepts…" Gaia sighed.
"It's ok, you'll get there eventually," Raven comforted. "In fact, if you want to get some practice, I'd urge you to keep my mom's company.
"She's a wonderful person and she'll take you for whatever you are and she will never care about your imperfections. I promise," Raven smiled. "Hm, I'd say that Axane is also like that to be fair, so choose your pick or maybe pick them both!"
Seeing Raven's smile, Gaia felt at ease. "Hm, maybe I will, but let me sit here for now, ok?" 
"For sure!" She smiled again. "Oh, Kay, I've been meaning to ask you, can you show me my status page?"
"Aye, for sure!"
[Requesting Pilot's Status Page…
[Loading Pilot's Status Page…
[...
[Race: Superior Soul Weaver.
[Blessings: Infinity's Will. Avavia's Affection. Radiance of the Primordial Dragon of Light. The Sacred Contract of the Crimson Monarch. Passion of the Mother Spirit.
[Titles: Soul Weaver Princess. Heavenly Collector. Exorcist.
[Rank: A+ 
[Energy Capacity: 1,940,000 EP 
[Magic Skills: 
Apprentice Mana Manipulator (tier 4) - Level 1
Brilliant Primordial Radiance (tier ???) - Level ??? 
[Inherent Skills: 
Contingency Call (tier ???) - Level ???
Quick Study (tier ???) - Level ???
[Unique (Racial) Skills: 
Mana Elementalist
Oasis (Mind Space, Mind Link, Subordinate Status, Power Share, Skill Share, Mana Share, etc.)
[Special Skills:
Dominator (tier 4) - Level 2
Saint of Life (tier 3 - Passive+) - Level 1
Plunderer (tier 3) - Level 3
Void Ruler (tier 4) - Level 5
True Sight (tier 2) - Level 3
Summoner (tier 3) - Level 2
Master of Trickery (tier 3*) - Level 2
Stealth Master (tier 3 - Passive+) - Level 3
Soul Hunter (tier 4) - Level 6 (Max Level)
The Elders' Scrolls (tier 3 - Passive) - Level 3
Premonition (tier 2 - Passive) - Level 3 (Max Level)
Apprentice of the Primordial Light (tier - ???) - Level ??? 
[Shared Skills:
Judge's Domain (status: unable to use)
Execution (status: unable to use)
[Combination Skills:
Mana Recharge
Dark Kraken
Dusky Phoenix; Blackout
[Ultimate+ Skills:
Sorcerer of Dark Magic (Demonic Tentacles, Chains of Dark, Dark Hell, Flammable Void, Dark Lightning, Dark Mist, Soul Torment, Darkness Recharge, and Master of the Night.)
[Resistances: Ailment Nullification, All Elemental Nullification, and Spiritual Resistance.]
Going over her status page, Raven was surprised and intrigued at the same time. "Hm, interesting… I see why you'd hate the system now," she muttered, realising that she couldn't use the skills of her subordinates.
"Also, why do the new skills not have tiers and levels?" Raven asked, confused.
"Hm, I actually am not sure, but if I had to guess, I'd say they're not meant to improve? Or maybe it's that they improve with another skill, so they're technically connected to another skill?" Kayla muttered. "Wait, actually let me ask the system…"
[...
[Normally, tierless skills are skills that have surpassed the power level of an ordinary SSS+
[Any ranker with the rank of Star[1] or above can be identified as Hexa S+ and they're special skills are automatically included in an Ultimate or an Ultra skill which is used as the ranking system in such a case.
[In Pilot's Case, the skills "Mana Elementalist" is connected with the skill "Apprentice Mana Manipulator (tier 4) - Level 1" and as such does not have a rank of its own, much like the skills included in the Combination Skills section.
[Additionally, the skill "Oasis" is a unique skill that can not be improved, but new subskills can be added into it, much like an ultimate Skill, etc.]
"And there you go!" Kayla said in a bit so appreciate tone. She was still salty from the system calling her the admin but then torturing her when trying to help Raven.
During the evolution, she had tried to evolve some specific skills but almost all of them ended up failing. She knew the system had something to do with it but she just didn't know what, yet.
"Hm, makes sense, in a way I guess,but hm, do I can see subskill from 'Oasis'... Can I view my subordinates' status for real?" Raven asked, still remembering how Abbadon's status page was technically hidden from her, before she had named him.
"Yep, for sure!" Kayla replied. "Just activite the skill, like any other."
"Oasis, Subordinates' Status!" Raven said.
[Activating the Oasis; viewing subordinates' status pages…
[Loading Abbadon's Status Page…
[...
[Name: Abbadon
[Race: Daemon
[Affiliation: A subordinate of Raven, the Superior Soul Weaver.
[Blessings: None.
[Titles: Baneful Executioner (Daemon of Death and Destruction)
[Rank: Star[2] 
[Followers: None
[Magic Skills: Mana Manipulation
[Unique/ Racial Skills: Soul Devouring, Demon Magic, Shape-shifting, Spiritual Body manifestation, True Form Unleashed, Skill Analysis, Skill Integration, Contractor, etc.
[Ultra Skills:
Domain of the Sinners (Anti-Magic Area, Space Isolation, Blink, Mind Prison) 
Baneful Executioner (Execution, Eyes of the Sinner, Void Particles, Blood Seal)
Sin of Hatred (All to Ashes, Corrosive Energy, Chaos Unleashed, Mind Control, Temptation for Hatred)
[Resistances: Physical Attack Nullification, Ailment Nullification, Natural Elemental Nullification, Mental Attack Nullification, and Spiritual Resistance.
[....
[Loading Maeve's Status Page…
[...
[Name: Maeve
[Race: Daemon
[Affiliation: A subordinate of Raven, the Superior Soul Weaver.
[Blessings: None.
[Titles: Precious Adjudicator (Daemon of Courage and Order)
[Rank: Star[1] 
[Followers: 42 demonic beasts (inspect to view all)
[Magic Skills: Mana Manipulation
[Unique/ Racial Skills: Soul Devouring, Demon Magic, Shape-shifting, Spiritual Body manifestation, True Form Unleashed, Skill Analysis, Skill Integration, Contractor, etc.
[Ultimate+ Skills:
Temptation World (Anti-Magic Area, Space Isolation, Skill Seal, Undeniable Love, Servant's Wish)
[Ultra Skills:
Precious Adjudicator (Judge's Domain, Spiritual Assault, Order of Blood, Eyes of Judgement)
Sin of Lust (Nature's Thorns, Charm, Mind Slave, Petals of Life, Temptation for Lust)
[Resistances: Physical Attack Nullification, Ailment Nullification, Natural Elemental Nullification, Mental Attack Nullification, and Spiritual Resistance.]


Peace is such a wonderful illusion, but it is just that... an illusion.

Planet Earth had just recently recovered from a devastating invasion attempt where countless portals were mysteriously created out of thin air, spawning monsters and aliens alike. 

Even though humans had various superpowers, so did the monsters. The clash between the two sides was brutal, leading to a global crisis that was the end of many.

Raven O'Bannon, a sixteen year old girl, was trying to overcome the incident, just like any other. But unfortunately for her, the cage of lies holding her reality together was all shattered apart the moment her little sister died.

As if triggering a chain reaction, Maya's death was followed by many tragedies and that kept on flipping Raven's world upside down.

First, she had to learn that she's no human, but rather, an alien. She belonged to a race that preyed on souls and could barely survive otherwise, hence the name given to them: The Soul Weavers.

Secondly, she was then exposed to the fact that she was the young princess of her race. However, being royalty wasn't good in her case since that meant her subjects wanted her head on a stick. 

After some investigations, it became apparent that her father, the king, was responsible for destroying their planet and wasting many lives. Obviously, this didn't set well with the elders that now wanted the royal blood as a smoothie.

Lastly... no wait, of course it doesn't stop here...

One after the other, tragedies just keep on attempting to break poor Raven who was only trying to live her life normally.

Follow her along her journey to learn of her thoughts, emotions, and goals. How will she defend against an entire race wanting her dead? What will she do as a demon war threatens to destroy what's left of her sanity? Will she survive the journey with her heart pure white, or will it be dyed black as she let the darkness within take control?
 
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Arc 0 - The Beginning of a New Era: Countless portals suddenly explode in the air, releasing monsters all around the globe. They wreak havoc, spill blood, and destroy everything like there is no tomorrow!


Arc 1 - The Aftermath (Nemesis): The story of two girls who are bound by hatred and envy. One has everything while the other has nothing but a broken mind and a shattered heart!

Arc 2 - An Angel's Sin (Heaven's Fall): While diving into the depth of a war between the ancient rulers of the Demon Realm, our protagonist is met with an unknown enemy that has quite the grudge against sinners!

Arc 3 - (coming soon)


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NOTEs: 

The first 88 Chapters are will be part of Arc 0. And let me tell you, they're not perfect (gets better after Chp12+). If you feel like you're not sure about the book yet, I advise you to start with Arc 1, which will be the official start for this novel.

However, if you feel like you're patient enough to read through lackluster chapters then, you might as well try Arc 0, it has a lot of good background events (such as the portal incident mentioned in the synopsis) that you might enjoy. I can promise that you'll find it worth the read:D

The book is tagged "Yuri" but it won't be focused around that aspect much. Instead, it'll be more centered around fantasy.

Alternative synopsis is in the first chapter.


***


Chapter ave. length: 1500-3000 words.

I'll be publishing daily, but depending on what my school (university) requires, that might change.

P.S. I'm so chill, feel free to comment your ideas and thoughts. Also, it's my first book, have mercy on me! Enjoy:)



*I do not own the book cover. All credits for original owner.

"Um, because it was the first time I saw so many people have the same kind of powers, I was a little too excited." Kitty lowered her head and said with a low voice.
"I believe my dear, will forgive us, won't you?" Emma winked at Will.
Will shrugged, looking at the three of them, and said faintly: "Next time...don't make  a dance party in the office!"
"They are weal. Let's put a plan for this operation!"
Eric proposed to Charles.
"So be it!"
Charles was still angry, and he was extremely disappointed with the team he had assembled.
"You two can go there, I will stay!"
Will turned to look in the direction of the "office prom", he shook his head with a smile, glaring at the three girls who were waiting for their punishment, and said lightly: "These little kids need more disciplining and teaching."
"It's time to teach them well!"
Eric nodded, "Without instruction or training, they are just mobs."
"Ok!"
Charles nodded helplessly, looked at Will, and said: "I will leave it you Will, give them a good training, but first let them know what discipline means!"
"Leave them to me!"
Will waved his hand, turned, and walked toward them.
"Hello, ladies, gentlemen!"
Will stepped into the office, waved to the mutants, carried his hands on his back, looked at the little guys, and said, "Charles told me that you need training! Are you...ready?"
"Oh, God! Training? We are not agents!"
A group of teenagers in their rebellion time. How can they be interested in training or working hard for something?
"Of course, you are not agents."
Will nodded, pointed his finger at the mutants, and said, "But, don't you want to control your strength? Sean, when you talk, you will accidentally break the glass. Hank, you can't even control your Strength properly. You guys...do not need training?"
"Well, you are right!"
After mutants have awakened their abilities, they need a period of familiarity and exploration. Most of them can't control their power, let alone using it in the fight.
"Good!"
Will smiled and stretched out his hand. A row of test tubes appeared on the table. He looked at all the mutants and said, "Everyone drops a drop of blood. I must first study it clearly and understand the nature of your abilities. Before teaching you how to control it."
Will looked at Raven, Emma, and Kitty.
Although he had been with them for a few years he didn't take their genes because they were completely useless to him.
But knowing two genes of the same kind can be combined, he changed his mind because both Emma and Charles have mind power. As for the others, Darwin and Alex's power suits him very much.
"Blood drawing... really not a pleasant experience!"
Raven grumbled, she bites the tip of her finger, then squeezed a drop of blood into the test tube.
What mutants hate most is "research" and "experiment", which makes them feel that they have become guinea pigs.
After everyone has done, a dozen test tubes were delivered to Will.
"Very well, you take a break first. After I have analyzed your gene clearly, I will give all of you the right training course."
Will put away the test tubes, turned, and left the office. 
Back to his room. Will sit on his bed, he took Emma's blood drop and put it in system storage.
 
"Successfully adopting Emma's genetic sample, the analysis was successful, and the analysis of the mental ability is complete, do you strengthen the mental ability?" The system prompt sounded from his mind. 
"Strengthen," Will thought in his mind. 
"Strengthening, strengthening success"
The system prompt sounded in his mind again "Due to having two different genes of the same ability, do you fuse them"
"not now," Will said, then he put both Darwin and Alex's blood in System Storage.
"Successfully adopting Alex's genetic sample, the analysis was successful, and the analysis of the Plasma Energy Convertion ability is complete, do you strengthen the Plasma Energy Convertion ability?" The system prompt sounded from his mind. 
"Successfully adapting Darwin's genetic sample, the analysis was successful, and the analysis of the Environment Adaptation ability is complete, do you strengthen the Environment Adaptation ability?" The system prompt sounded from his mind again.
Will took a deep breath and said "Fuck, it will be painful" 
Taking one last very deep breath" Fusion all genes" finally gathered his courage.
There was a bang in his body, he felt his body was splitting apart, the unbearable pain almost made him yell, the pain of fusing three genes at the same time was much greater.
After a few hours of torturing and pain, the fusion was completed, he was laying down on the bed, panting, he could barely catch his breath, his whole body was sweating, he looked like shit.

The last line of the poem made a rang into everybody's heart as every kid instinctively displayed their defensive mechanisms out of vigilance and hopes of survival. Needless to say, the most cautious were Shivaree and Yellow. The former was briskly munching his last chocolate bar while the latter was multitasking - biting both the nails of his left and right thumb.

"Hey guys, look at that glow on the left side of the hill," John said upon noticing something unusual. Everybody turned their attention on the brimming light.

"I'll go check it out. Shivaree come with me", the half-brave, half-scared Rumpus said while gulping some saliva and gallantry.

"Why, me?" A look of horror could be seen on Shivaree's face. He involuntarily took a step back and dropped the chocolate bar in his hand.

"Nevermind, we'll go together and check it out!" Solomon interjected, annoyed by the cowardice before him.

Upon descending the steep portion of the hill's side, the group arrived at a large wooden door with a spooky signboard. In the entrance's placard were two words that pushed the curiosity of some children to the peak - Winter's Curse! 

Series of events, answers to questions, and theories were endlessly forming in the kids' heads upon witnessing the scene before them.

"All this time, Winter's Curse was just a name for a door, and it was just here with us on the hill? Was Granny Whang mocking us?" Solomon contemptibly asked upon looking at the newly found doorway.

"So, this is why the two elders barred us from coming to this place every time there's a full moon." Soccoro shared his realization. 

"Yes, and that is why we got to see new plants, every time we returned the following day. The Winter's Curse opens every full moon at the expense of the life forms around it." Serene added an analysis; she was a bit hesitant due to the line of the poem that mentioned about the killing part.

Everybody agreed to the three's rationale, but there was one person who dared to argue.

"No way! No Way! This is impossible. What about the Gamaliel Forest? What about the disappearances of Brannigan, Granny Whang, Old Freud, and the hut? Also, what about the line in the poem that mentioned that there would be killings tonight in this hill? How come we're still alive? Is this door a vegetarian and only consumes the life of plants to open? How were all of these related to this freaking door?" The disheveled Fuss frantically asked about all that had happened the night before until now.

"Well, Fuss, isn't it obvious that the answer is just beyond that door," Solomon politely mocked the boy.

"No way! No way! Are you telling me that we will enter that gate? I will definitely not go inside that trap! Who knows what lies ahead within that door?" Fuss indignantly refused Solomon's offer.

"Then, what are you waiting for, Fuss? You may start kicking the can until you reach Trugani's town hall. For sure, you'll arrive there before dawn if you start now." Annoyed by the boy's stubbornness, Solomon did not hold back in insulting Fuss as if he's already sure that everyone was willing to enter the door with him.

Upon hearing Solomon's ridicule, deep inside Fuss' heart, he cursed Solomon with all the chants available in his memory. Well, all of those jinxes were not real, of course, since his father just taught them to him, who was a quack doctor. However, it still eased the heaping anger growing within his core.

"Fine, I'll come with you, but our blood is in your hands." Fuss gave up arguing and handed all the blame to Solomon for this foolish plan.

"Alright! Who's ready for some adventure?" Solomon smirked as he asked the horrified faces of his friends. His passion for adventure and eagerness to quench his curiosity was so out of place among his hesitant buddies.

Without waiting for the other kids' answers, the boy pushed the massive door with both hands and was immediately met by a deafening roar.

"Bright are the stars that shine, Dark is the sky, I know this love of mine, Will never die, Like I've died... Oh, Raven excuse me, those aren't the lyrics sorry about that," Johnny the skeletal bard chuckled and scratched the back of his neck.
"It's alright, Johnny, don't worry about it, you've been playing great," I said.
Johnny tipped his hat, "Thank you, Marla. Allow me to continue."
"Actually that's alright, I think it's time Marla and I head out," Raven looked me in the eye. "It's 8pm, I'd be happy to walk you home, or, if you'd like to come over my house and meet my parents, you'd be-"
"Yeah, I would love that," I beamed and stared.
Our lips were inches away from connecting.
"Sounds great, Johnny, you can head home now," Raven said, rotating his head away.
"As you wish, thank you for listening," Johnny bowed, stood perfectly still and sank into the earth in front of the fountain like going down an elevator.
"Raven this whole evening feels like a dream," I said.
"A good or bad dream?" his lip curled up.
"A good one."
"Come on, let's head out of here," Raven took my hand and lifted me up from the grass. We dusted ourselves off and sauntered towards the exit.
"Calling it a night already?' a punk kid's voice hissed.
Two tall figures emerged from the woods. A scrawny sunken cheeked kid and another who was quite muscular.
"Z-Z-Zonn, L-Lyzo? What are you guys doing here?" Raven pulled me behind him.
"Just hanging out, came to enjoy the little show you put on," Lyzo, the thinner kid sneered.
"Y-you guys s-saw th-"
"Yup. Saw the whole thing, Rave-y Jones. We were quite surprised you conjured up some hollows," Zonn cackled. "I thought you were a mage? Too good for us, are ya?"
"Please, I don't want any trouble, and please don't tell anyone!" Raven quaked.
"Just take your punishment and we'll forget the whole thing ever happened," Lyzo sneered.
"Please, I didn't hurt anyone, we're on our way out. I'll take my punishment back at Fyra, let me take her home, she's a vem, she hasn't done anything wrong!"
Lyzo snickered with a pig-squeal snort. "How about this, Rave', we'll give you a running start. 5...4..."
Raven sprinted at the exit, clutching onto my hand, holding on for dear life. I was expecting to see flashes of something come from behind us but they stopped counting at '1' and nothing happened.
I was running out of breath, but escaped. We were back outside the black pointed gates.
"I'm so sorry, usually no one from the other side comes to the fountain until midnight. I thought we'd have more time."
"Raven!" I blurted, still trying to catch my breath. "What the hell was that all about?"
"I can explain. Let's walk and talk though, we should really head to my house in case they follow us, but they shouldn't," he scoffed. "Can't believe they said... hollows," Raven shook his head. "It's a derogatory term for skeletons."
"I'm sorry that happened," I frowned.
"I'm sorry you had to deal with that," Raven hung his head.
We wandered away from the gated park, towards the graveyard which was on the edge of town where the farmlands started popping up.
"Fyra is the magical land where my people come from. It's kept a secret to this world. My demonstrations of necromancy in front of you were technically illegal but, I-don't-know, you just seem, special. We've been friends for a while now and I just know I can trust you," Raven said.
"Raven, I trust you too," I said. "Your secret is safe with me."
"Fyra is where I go every summer. On Baton Lake I get on a boat that takes me out to sea, and with the right incantation a brilliant green flame blazes on the horizon. You sail through the fire and you appear in the land of Fyra, hence 'the other side of the fire' in a lot of the spells."
I nodded. We strolled past the large town graveyard up to an empty plot of land next to it.
"We're here!" Raven smiled.
"You live in a field?" I chuckled.
"Kind of," he scanned the area to make sure no one was looking, then focused on the vast space. "Here's my home and here's my poem, the place where I always retire, hidden by the other side of the fire."
A three-story white brick house with black Gothic accents appeared in front of us. It reminded me of a castle with its towering turret and tall windows.
Raven jogged up the steps and spun around. "Come on!" he beckoned for me, even though I was rooted to the ground. "You gotta meet my parents, I think you'll get a kick out of them."
I nodded and followed Raven as if I was hypnotized, but there was nothing more I wanted than to dive deeper.
Inside the house the walls were festooned with skeletal art and jars of different colors containing parts of things in organized shelves.
From the living room on the left I heard a French song fill the air with two people singing: "Aux Champs-Elysées, aux Champs-Elysées Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Elysées"
"Mom, Dad! Could you turn that down? There's someone I'd like for you to meet!" Raven facepalmed himself and turned to me. "Sorry, they can be so embarrassing sometimes."
"Nothing to be embarrassed about," I shrugged.
"Come on in here, Raven!" his dad called out.
The music stopped and he led me in the living room where his mom and dad were in the middle of the wide open floor, hand in hand, dancing. They looked like normal people, just paler than the average person.
They spun to face us and the color (what little they had) drained from both of their faces.
"Raven!" his mom yelped. "You brought company?"
"Yeah you didn't hear me because you were blasting your music like a bunch of savage teens," Raven eye-rolled. "Anyways, this is Marla, I wanted you two to meet her."
"Nice to meet you, I love your house," I smiled.
Their jaws were dangling. "Raven, can I have a word with you? In the other room? ...Now?" his dad said.

A compilation of different stories about magic in modern society

N: I recently saw the new Star Wars movie (Which was great! Confusing...but great!!) and am a little obsessed with it right now. So I am adding a star wars part in here because why not? I admit light sabres are cool! Give the movie a chance guys! Sorry that this chapter isn't very long. I have been super busy recently. I was lucky to get this out.
Chapter 36: Heroes and Demons: Part One.
(Nine days after Jetrel. Time: An hour after lunch.)
-----
Harry Kim's POV
I hummed to myself happily as I walked down deck 6, wearing my new medieval costume, excited to start my new holoprogram. I entered in my code for the holodeck and walked into...well...a madhouse.
I heard the holodeck door closed behind me as I watched with an open mouth as Bini, Sarah, and Micheal jumped and whirled around in a winter forest, each wearing dark cloaks and holding laser swords...light sabres is a more fitting name actually. Bini was holding a red one with a long laser blade with two short ones on the side as Micheal and Sarah fought back with green and blue lasers that didn't really have anything special about them. The area lit up from the night as the sabres spun around clashed with each other.
"You guys are pathetically slow!" Bini teased which enraged the kids and they dived towards her, Bini blocked Sarah's blow by dragging her blade to the ground with Sarah's locked on, giving a chance for Micheal swing at Bini, hitting her in the face, causing a long burn to make to cross her face.
Bini stumbled back in surprise and pain as she grabbed her face and collapsed to the snow. Sarah stumbled back to catch her breath and Micheal went for another charge.
"What the hell is going on here!?" I cried out in alarm. Dragging the attention of all three and they stopped mid-motion to look at me. They yanked down their hoods to get a better look at me. They looked at me, then to each other than back to me after a moment of silence.
"Ahh, Harry? I have a few questions." Bini started.
"I have some too! What the hell is going on!?" I demanded again. Sarah giggled and Micheal glared at me in annoyance and turned off his light sabre.
"We were in the middle of a fight that I was about to win. You ruined it." Micheal snapped back.
"What ridiculous outfit are you wearing right now?" Bini blurted out, ignoring Micheal's comment.
"You look dumb!" Sarah added. I felt embarrassment rise to my cheeks as the bitting artificial cold of the scenario started to sink into my bones.
"It is for my new holoprogram. What are you THREE doing here? Cutting into my holodeck time are you?" I shot back.
"Ohhh, I see. Sorry about that Harry. We were having a Star Wars fight." Bini explained. What the hell is Star Wars?
"Wh-What is Star Wars?" I asked. God, this program is cold.
"Ask Tom. He knows more about it than even us. I think he is obsessed." Bini replied and turned off my laser, followed by Sarah doing the same. "Computer, save program "memory-Alpha-Star-Wars-Force-Awakens-Movie-Alpha-Beta-Five" and end program."
The winter forest disappeared and allowed the hologrid to appear. The hoods Bini, Sarah, and Micheal were wearing with their weapons also faded and Bini's burn that stretched across her face had also faded and she seemed completely fine. They were wearing each long sleeve shirts with plain pants and belts. Bini wore completely black and Micheal wore gray and Sarah wore white.
"Bit of a long name for a program isn't it?" I commented with a side-eye as they passed me. Bini shook her head and stopped signalling for Sarah and Micheal to continue out. She gave me a crooked smile.
"That's the joy of making B'Elanna clean through the programs." She admitted and hoped on out, allowing me to start my session. Finally!
-----
(Few minutes later.)
Captain Kathryn Janeway's POV
((Captain's log, stardate 48693.2. We've altered course to investigate some unusually intense photonic activity in a nearby protostar. Lieutenant Torres and I are beaming aboard samples for further analysis.))
"Containment field is active. We're ready for transport." B'Elanna announced as we stood in engineering. I kept a close eye on the two containers on the console in front of me and B'Elanna.
"Energise." I ordered and the glowing orange gas from outside filled one of the two containers, I looked over to B'Elanna in alarm. Both of them were supposed to be filled.
"That's strange. Both containers should have been filled." B'Elanna muttered and I logged onto the console, checking on the status of the containers.
"Here's the problem." I announced. "A slight breach in the annular confinement beam."
"I'm aborting transport. Okay, let's try that again. Energising." I ordered and we did the process again. This time filling both of them.
"All right. I'll get a complete phase spectrum analysis on this as soon as possible."
"If this photonic matter works as well as I think, it could boost the efficiency of our power converters fifteen percent."
"I'd say more like twenty." B'Elanna corrected beside me.
"How long will it take to finish the preliminary analysis?" I asked.
"Um, six hours. Maybe more." She estimated.
"I'd like to get it sooner than that. I believe Ensign Kim is off duty. Could you use his help?"
"Can you convince him to give up his free time?"
"I think I might be able to. Janeway to Kim. That's odd. Computer, locate Ensign Kim." I barked.
"Unable to comply. Ensign Kim is not aboard the ship."
---Five minutes later---
"Sensor logs show no record of any unauthorized transporter activity and all shuttlecraft are accounted for. If Ensign Kim left the ship, he did not do so by conventional means." Tuvok reported once I quickly explained the situation to Tuvok and Chakotay at the security station.
"His last shift ended four hours ago, and he was scheduled for time on holodeck two a few minutes ago. No one has seen him." Chakotay pointed out.
"Scan the holodeck." I ordered. "What's the matter?"
"There is significant interference in the holodeck. I cannot obtain a clear scan." Tuvok replied and his eyebrow lifted in confusion.
"Is it a system malfunction?"
"I do not believe so."
"Commanders." I said, gesturing for Chakotay and Tuvok to check it out.
-----
Chakotay's POV
"The holodeck is definitely active. There appears to be a programme in progress." Tuvok confirmed as we stood in front of the holodeck.
"Can you shut it down?" I asked, watching Tuvok attempt to do it on the holodeck controls but a flat out denied beep sounded.
"Manual overrides are not functioning. I cannot terminate the programme." Tuvok stated. I sighed and ran a hand through my black hair, looking at the gray doors of the holodeck.
"All right, let's go in." I said reluctantly and opened the holodeck, walking into a lush, dark forest. I heard any animals in the background as Tuvok stepped in and the doors closed behind us. "Computer, identify the programme."
"The programme in progress is a holonovel based on the epic Earth poem Beowulf." The Computer replied as we continued down the barely visible path.
"Beowulf?" Tuvok repeated.
"An ancient English epic, set in sixth-century Denmark, if I remember correctly. It's about a hero named Beowulf who fights a creature that's terrorizing a kingdom and murdering its subjects. Monsters and swordplay. That sort of thing." I explained. Tuvok pulled out his tricorder and waved the device around the area.
"I'm not detecting any life signs but there's still considerable interference." Tuvok reported, I pulled out my own, hoping to have some better luck.
"I can't determine the source."
Suddenly, a wooden spear flew in between us, narrowly missing our heads and sticked in a tree between us. We jumped to alert as the bushed beside us rustled and a tall lady, wearing lots of animal clothing, armour from medieval ages and braided long hair stepped into our view, pointing another spear at us.
"Speak as a friend or stand challenged." The lady barked at us.
"Computer, delete the character." Tuvok ordered but there was no response.
"The holodeck command systems must not be functioning either." I muttered, watching the lady carefully to make sure she wasn't about to throw a spear at us again.
"We must also consider the possibility that the safety programmes are malfunctioning as well." I concluded.
"I am Freya, shieldmaiden, daughter of King Hrothgar. I hold this guard post against any intruders who would bear us harm, so declare yourselves. I will hear your answer before you march any further through this land." Freya continued, either ignoring what we said or the holodeck controls were still working well enough for her to be incapable of hearing us.
"We have no desire to trespass. However, we are on an urgent mission, so if you would allow us to continue, we would appreciate it." Tuvok stepped in.
"What land do you call home? Your faces tell me you are not men of the Danes. Are you kinsmen of Beowulf?" She asked, he must be being played by Harry.
"Yes. We are Beowulf's kinsmen. My name is Chakotay and this is Tuvok. Have you seen Beowulf?" I calmly asked.
"Yes. He was like no other. Hair straight and raven black. Eyes bright with a fierce fire. The burning gaze of a hero."
"Grandiloquence notwithstanding, that would qualify as a description of Mister Kim. How did you know he was Beowulf?" Tuvok asked.
"This is Harry's holonovel. It'd make sense that he'd be playing the hero. She might be able to help us figure out what happened to him." I explained quietly.
"A reasonable assumption."
"Your kinsman was a truly noble warrior. It is right you should avenge his death." Freya pitched in. Death? Harry? Please tell me she is joking.
"Yes. But first we'd like to know more about how Beowulf died."
"Of course. Come. I will take you to the king." She replied and lead us, through the forest.
---20 minutes---
Tuvok and I stumbled out of the forest and followed Freya as she opened a large door with a grunt and revealed a large room with a throne was a large older man sat, overlooking a large buffet where men and women of all sizes swarmed around it in loud chatter.
"Hail, Lord Hrothgar! I bring new friends, Chakotay and Tuvok, kinsmen of Beowulf who come to avenge his death. Greet them well." She announced as we went farther into the room and people started to surround us. The Lord Hrothgar stood up and raised his hands in the air.
"I would bid you welcome to my hall, but the days of glad tidings are gone from this place. We grieve with you for your kinsman. We had hoped that a warrior of Beowulf 's strength and renown would be able to deliver us from our curse." Hrothgar exclaimed and was slightly pushed back down by one of his men.
"Could you tell us exactly what happened to him?"
"He met with the same fate as did thirty of our own warriors." His aide next to him snapped and the Lord nodded sadly in agreement.
"It's true. Grendel."
"That's the monster who's been attacking you." I clarified.
"Repelled by light and laughter, the beast waits until we slumber. Then bereft of remorse, Grendel comes in murderous rage to my hall to take my people, and there is nothing anyone can do to stop it. If you are wise, you will forego your vengeance and return home. Death lives here now."
"My lord is fatigued. It is time to retire." The aide announced.
"We would like more information about Beowulf. Would it be possible to examine his body?"
"The body of Beowulf is gone, dragged down to Grendel's foul lair, no doubt. The beast leaves no traces."
"Did anyone actually see the battle?"
"No. Beowulf chose to face Grendel alone."
"Then I think we'd like to see this Grendel for ourselves."
"To what purpose? To raise false hopes in our king again, as did your kinsman? Leave us alone in our misery." The aide yelled.
"Unferth, these men are our guests. You will show them the hospitality they deserve." Freya snapped at him.
"They deserve nothing!" Unferth yelled. "If their Beowulf was truly the champion he claimed to be, then Grendel would be dead, his head mounted on a spear! Instead, we spend yet another night in terror."
"If you would allow us to assist you, perhaps we could help alleviate your terror-"
"Your names mean nothing to me. There are no songs of your deeds nor stories of the battles you have fought. Who are you to believe you can slay Grendel?"
"We have no intention of slaying anyone. We simply wish to examine the creature." Tuvok stated.
"Grendel might not wish to be examined without a fight. And if you would fight Grendel, then you will first prove your worth to me. Defend yourselves!" Unferth yelled and started to draw his sword when Hrothgar reached out and held him back. Then he looked towards us.
"You are able warriors. You may stand sentry tonight." The Lord announced and left the throne room, making the rest follow and the room quickly emptied. Leaving only us and Freya.
"You are brave men. I hope to see you again, fate permitting." She said morbidly and rushed off to another part of the castle. Tuvok and I quickly looked around to make sure no one else was there and I tapped my combadge to report.
"Chakotay to Janeway."
-----
Bini Filters's POV
Tom, B'Elanna and I all stood near the science station on the bridge, monitoring the holodeck, hoping to see why Harry went missing. I was explaining to them what happened in the holodeck before Harry went missing.  
"You were talking about...Star Wars?" B'Elanna repeated in confusion. I rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, again. Micheal, Sarah and I were having a lightsaber fight, Harry came in and asked what we were doing. We were playing Star Wars." I repeated again for the slow engineer as Tom grinned and B'Elanna scoffed in confusion.
"Why Star Wars? Out of all the programs you have. You decided to fight with lasers?" B'Elanna said.
"Well, when you say it like that...it sounds boring-"
"Because it is."
"Now hold on. Hear me out here. It's Star Wars."
"Is that supposed to...do something for me? So what if it's Star Wars." B'Elanna asked with annoyance lacing her tone.
"Well...you aren't getting the point."
"Clearly."
"Do you even know what Star Wars is?"
"No! I don't. I don't see why it matters anyway."
"Oh, it matters!" Tom blurted out. I groaned and lay my head down on the console.
"Now you got him started." I muttered.
"Go ahead." The Captain's voice said, allowing me to focus on the com channel, instead of the mindless bickering.
"Captain, we haven't found any definite signs of Harry, but we've encountered several holodeck characters who claim to know what happened to him." Tuvok replied over the channel.
"Mister Kim was running a holonovel based on the poem Beowulf. According to the holo characters, he attempted to battle a creature of some kind and was killed in the process."
"Killed?" The Captain repeated, bring Tom and B'Elanna back from their flirty reality.
"Since the safety programs are malfunctioning, we must consider the possibility." Chakotay said.
"But you haven't found a body."
"No. If we shut down the programme, we'd know if he's here or not."
"Run a diagnostic on the holodeck's imaging control systems. If they're not working, try to repair them. And relay your tricorder scans to the Bridge. I'd like to analyze your readings." The Captain ordered them.
"Aye, Captain. Chakotay out." Chakotay replied and cut the channel, so the Captain started to pace again in greater worry.
-----
"The primary imaging matrix should be here behind this wooden panel. I will attempt to locate the auxiliary matrix. This ancient Earth culture seems fascinated with monsters." Tuvok explained as he examined a piece of the wood floor as I was pacing back and forth. My footsteps echoing across the stone flooring.
"Every culture has its demons. They embody the darkest emotions of its people. Giving them physical form in heroic literature is a way of exploring those feelings. The Vok'sha of Rakella Prime believes that hate is a beast that lives inside the stomach. Their greatest mythical hero is a man who ate stones for twenty-three days to kill the beast and became a saint." I said.
"Such fables are necessary only in cultures which unduly emphasize emotional behaviour. I would point out there are no demons in Vulcan literature." Tuvok replied in a calm demeanour. Which as always annoyed the hell out of me. I am having trouble believing I can survive another 75 years on the same ship as him.
"That might account for its popularity." I muttered.
"Bridge to Chakotay." The Captain's voice cut through the silence of the room. I quickly tapped my combadge.
"Chakotay here."
"Commander, we've analyzed your tricorder data. A deep-level scan shows minute quantities of photonic energy."
"How could it be in the holodeck?" I asked.
"We think it happened when we beamed aboard the samples from the protostar. There was a breach in the annular confinement beam, and photonic energy must have leaked into the transporter system." B'Elanna explained over the channel with Tom and Bini arguing about something in the background.
"And from there into other ship systems as well. We've already found some in the replicators." 
"That raises an uncomfortable possibility, Captain. If the holodeck's conversion nodes were contaminated, Ensign Kim may have inadvertently undergone the process of matter conversion." Tuvok added.
"You're saying he might have been converted into energy?" I demanded from Tuvok.
"We have to consider it a possibility. After all, the holodeck are basically an outgrowth of transporter technology, changing energy into matter and back again every time a programme is run." The Captain explained over the channel.
"Except it's not supposed to convert people."
"Hold on, Captain." I interrupted as a bright light shined through the door. "Something's coming."
Tuvok yanked out his tricorder.
"It is an object of approximately one metre in diameter." Tuvok reported.
"I think Grendel may be paying us a visit." 
"Captain, the holo-characters told us Kim was killed by Grendel. An examination of this part of the programme might be advisable." Tuvok suggested.
"Proceed."
"Captain, I'm picking up signs of matter-energy conversion."
"Emergency transport. Get them out of there now!"
The bright light forced the door open to the great hall, and the...glowing energy came through engulfing us. We struggled against its pull, but I felt like I was being torn apart.
---End of Chapter 36: Next: Heroes and Demons: Part Two.---

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