Mina is a foreign exchange student from Japan. She has always been shy and timid specially around Mark. The guy of her dreams who seems to only see her bestfriend Sana.

A gruesome murder seems more than just a visual threat

"Grab your palette and pad
Hold your pencil and brush
Follow every line, focus, and don't rush
Wanderlust in papers is what I do
Here's the world I'm going to show you

Perfectionist I may describe myself
'Cuz my work is not just easy to write down and put it on a shelf 
Travel; Different colors on our flight
Yellow and white for our light
And black for its twinkling at night 

Welcome to my visual diary
A book and my gallery
Where my own people exist
Wonderful things you can't resist 
Handosme guys, hugs and kisses
Villains, creatures and princesses 
I'm also a novel with an abstract art
"I wish they were real" says my heart

My diary also has its ending page
But let's create something new
As our yellow brick road continues
In every drawing we pass through
In every point of view, every curve I drew
Unsatisfying hunger to create and 
Sketching a search of peace I do

A reason in every drawing
Every color shows its feelings
Every masterpiece has its meaning
Real art; is the one who draws 
A man; who's the paper with her flaws
A brush; her mouth that speaks
The painting; the words with colors it flows
Wanderlust in papers is done
Another masterpiece is made
Art from the heart that'll not be gone
Even if its colors will fade"

We all have random thoughts in the middle of the night. We all have broken pieces. 
But it's hard to tell what your heart feels. 
We have a lot of things in mind. 
We have voices but we're afraid to speak. 
So here's a pen and paper; write. It's free. 
Cry it out in every pages. 
When reality gets rough, 
Let's runaway and make our own fantasy. 
Let's dream and write what our heart beats for
And escape reality. 
Everday is a new chapter and every pages has its own story to tell. 
Don't be afraid, the pen will help you say what you really feel but cannot tell.

Chapter 4 It's Art
If someone else sat on top of me, regardless if it was a man or a woman, I would definitely throw the person out, without any hesitation. But only Chu Yuan was an exception. I have never bullied her since I was young, never once.
"I... I really didn't see it?"
'Fuck, why am I stuttering?!' It was all this bratty girl's overly intimate posture's fault. My belly could clearly feel the amazing elasticity of her small butt. It made me unable to tell whether the burning sensation in that area was because of her body temperature or my evil thoughts...
"You must have seen it!" Chu Yuan's voice raised eight pitches, but lowered again when my body shivered slightly, "You will definitely laugh at me?" She said in low spirit.
Unexpectedly, Chu Yuan did not kill me. Instead, she took back both her hands to cover her face and began to sob sadly.
I was completely confused. But then I understood why. No matter who they were, having this kind of secrets to be discovered by someone else, they would definitely feel extremely embarrassed to the extent that they would want to kill themselves. Not to mention that the person who discovered it was her stepbrother.
 

"Why would I laugh at you?" I suspected that I was intrinsically an abject person. No matter how much I dislike her, I still tried to care for her unconditionally.
Chu Yuan was quite surprised. While wiping tears from her face, she asked dubiously, "You won't laugh at me?"
I nodded with certainty, "No."
"Why?" Fearing that I might be lying, she was still very vigilant.
"Most people of your age are interested in things like sex. It's normal. Why would I laugh at you?" For the sake of giving an example, I said, "When I collected those things I was even younger than you."
"Really?"
"Really."
"You are lying!" Chu Yuan clutched my neck again, and there was a tendency that she would go crazy again. "You saw it, right? The things I hide are different from yours. Mine is... is... le... les..."
'Lesbian porn. Look at yourself... It has already exposed, and you are still embarrassed to say it?' But I was afraid that she would really kill me if he said that.
 

So I just said calmly, "That... although the interest is a bit strange, it is not impossible to understand..."
Chu Yuan clearly did not believe it, "You can understand? Why? Most people will think that it is perverted."
'... Hello, you know you are talking about yourself, right?...' I was really speechless. How did she expect me to answer this kind of question...
 

"Because... It's... art... Yes, it's art!" an idea suddenly flashed across my mind, and I quickly said.
"The difference between obscenity and art is different from person-to-person. The result depends on the angle of appreciation. Women are the most beautiful creatures in the world, and the ultimate beauty is unadorned and revealed by the nakedness, which is not controversial in art. The love between women is mainly about kissing and touching. As long as we do not subjectively use porn to deny it, we can fully appreciate their feminine beauty. This kind of tension-filled visual impact can bring endless imagination. Soft, romantic, and lyrical, there is an endless temptation. Isn't this what art is about? I also like to watch it. But I would never admit that I am a pervert. In my opinion, this kind of hobby is no different from a cup of elegant tea or a piece of classical music. It is the pursuit of sensory enjoyment, isn't it, Yuanyuan?"
I really admire my quick wit. Thinking about that lewd cover. If that was called art, then the sex between a human and an animal would probably be the pinnacle of art!
'Alas, as the older brother, I have already helped you as much as I can. Now you are on your own.'
 

Probably Chu Yuan also did not expect that I had such great eloquence. She was stunned for a while, and then couldn't help but burst out giggling, "Preposterous reasoning, you are really good at preposterous reasoning."
Looking at my younger sister's smiling face, I couldn't help but be stunned. I did not know that my younger sister's smile could be so beautiful and so feminine.
At the same time, I was speechless again. 'Preposterous reasoning? Denying my reasoning means denying yourself. You silly brat, I have already given you a way out. why do you have to ruin it?'
"It is perverted means it will always be perverted, giving me all those preposterous reasoning, you are such a pervert." Chu Yuan climbed down from my body, but surprisingly she still grabbed my wrist.
"Get up," she said to me.
"What?"
"You get up first!" Chu Yuan's face instantly dropped. I had no choice but to follow her order.
"Come to my room."
"What?!" My mouth was wide open. "Why do you need me to go to your room this time? Eh? Wait a second... why are you coming to my room at this time? Go back to sleep, you still need to go to school tomorrow."
The bratty girl raised her brows in annoyance and said, "Just follow me and stop talking!"
 

She was clearly spoiled by me. And what was sadder was that giving her what she wanted had almost become my bodily instinct. Although I did not want to, I still followed her into her room reluctantly. But I was still worried that she might set me up for something bad.
At this late hour, I was in my sister's room? Could it be that she wanted to accuse me of... Did she want to use this to threaten me?!
With this in mind, I quickly said, "Yuanyuan, you can rest assured that I will not say this to mom and dad."
However, Chu Yuan had already got on the ground, while sticking her small butt out, pulling a heavy cardboard box from underneath her bed. She then rolled her eyes and patted her bed and said, "Sit down."
Sitting on her bed? Thinking the scene that she jumped on top of me earlier, I was even more worried. This was her room, if she did it again, there was no way that I would be able to prove that I was innocent.
"Oh." I chose to sit down on the floor and look at the box.
Chu Yuan was confused for a second, but she did not pay much attention to my reaction. Carefully opening the box, she pulled out a diary-like thing from it. Before giving it to me, she paused in hesitation, "You need to make a promise first."
"Promise?"
"Promise that you will not laugh at me!"
Seeing the stubborn expression of Chu Yuan, I had to raise my right hand with many question marks over my head. "Okay, okay, I promise that I will never laugh at you."
"Okay." Chu Yuan put the diary in my hand, and once again solemnly warned me, "You must not laugh, or I will fight with you until I die!"
'Jesus, what kind of thing is this exactly?'  I gave a perfunctory promise and then opened the diary curiously.
In the beginning, I just glanced at it casually, but gradually, my eyes were wide open. 'This is... a novel!? A novel that was written by Chu Yuan!'
The novel told was about a love story that happened in a seaside town. However, both lovers were girls. Although it was not to my taste, because it was written by my younger sister, I still couldn't help but took a few more glances. But soon the story attracted me.
The protagonist's older cousin did not have the courage to continue the love that was not accepted by the world. She eventually left the town, got married, and formed a new family, leaving the protagonist in the town alone. When the heartbroken protagonist was lost, the other female lead, her childhood sweetheart appeared.
The story was very hackneyed, but the romance on the beach, the warmth of the town, the joy of the campus, the various characters, the female high school students with distinct personalities, and the fear, hesitation, perseverance, tenacity of their love... None of them didn't touch people's hearts.
The rich vocabulary and vivid descriptions even made me wonder, did this really come from my 16-year-old younger sister, whose personality was seriously flawed? When I closed the last page, I even had a feeling of wanting to read more.
"How is it?"
Only until this moment, did I discover that my younger sister had already sat down beside me.
Seeing that I had finished reading it, she leaned even closer to me and looked at me nervously. The feeling of something soft touched my arm made me look down instinctively. The low neckline pajamas were very loose, the two underripe ridges made my old face instantly became red. With two tender pink dots looming on that snowy white peaks, it almost blinded my eyes.
'Why is she not wearing anything under!'
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The old man pointed to the flower-like woman and said, “Call her mother from now on.” He then pointed to a flower-bud-like girl and said, “This is your sister.”

My younger sister was not cute.

She was arrogant, taciturn and weird, but she knew how to please our parents.

She was two-faced and deceitful, but it seemed like she only treated me that way.

I cared for her, tried to please her as much as I can, but she still disliked me.

Until one day, I found out her secret, our relationship began to get a little bit weird…

On Saturday morning, Josephine and Francis came to stand before the entrance of the East Wing when the Chimangat stepped in and held up the scroll he was carrying.
"This is a royal decree;
"In the lights of the investigation conducted by the Royal Intelligence Services in collaboration with the police to uncover the cause of the physical confrontation between Prince Angel and Prince Francis made known to the public by the illegal upload of a video recording of the above-cited altercation, it has been discovered that the crown prince has been the target of a conspirator whose aim was to cause him to lose his place on the throne.
"Further investigation requested by the High Council has come to prove that the royal consort, Princess Josephine, and her son, Prince Francis, are the instigators behind the following incidents and all the commotions that have derived therefrom:
"The illegal release of pictures of Crown Prince Angel in the company of Miss Natacha Irung on the last day of his official trip to Kinshasa;
"The breach of the secrecy agreement on the presence of Changadim Kat Sama at the royal palace;
"The secret procurement of an invitation to Prince Francis 26th Birthday Celebration for Miss Natacha Irung;
"The illegal record and release of the video showing Miss Natacha Irung's suicidal threat;
"And the illegal record and release of a video showing an altercation between Prince Angel and Prince Francis.
"All actions perpetrated in view to discredit the image of the crown prince before the entire kingdom.
"For having conspired against the crown prince and, thus, against the Throne and, by that, jeopardised the stability of the uRuund kingdom; by the kingly ruling, the royal consort, Princess Josephine, is condemned to permanent exile and is stripped off her royal status…"
Josephine felt as if her head had emptied up and her limbs had lost all vigour and took support on her son so as not to collapse.
The Chimangat continued without emotion. "As of the moment of the reading of this decree, Mrs Josephine Nsamb will neither hold the title of Royal Consort nor will she ever again be referred to as a member of the royal family.
"For having conspired against the crown prince, the Throne and the kingdom in complicity with Mrs Josephine Nsamb, Prince Francis, son of late Crown Prince John, is also condemned to permanent exile.
"However, Prince Francis will not be entirely stripped off his princely status. As a carrier of royal blood, Prince Francis will keep his princely title, but he will no longer beneficiate of all the privileges that ensue from a princely status within or outside the uRuund kingdom. Prince Francis will be entitled to the royal abode located in the United States of America he and his mother have previously occupied. 
"As at the moment of the reading of this decree, the ensuing take immediate effect:
"Prince Angel is reinstated to his position as the crown prince of Ruund, and Mrs Josephine Nsamb and Prince Francis are to be escorted out of the kingdom, and are to never set foot back on uRuund soil for the rest of their life.
"This royal ruling will be heralded publically and recorded in the Annals of Ruund Kingdom and of the royal family. 
"This decree has been dictated and sealed by Mwant Yav Angel II, King of Ruund, at this date and time, and has been approved by the High Council of Ruund."
Josephine was on the verge of unconsciousness and being fanned by her son when the Chimangat bowed and exited the East Wing while as royal officers walked in and started to pack up their belongings and royal guards came to stand next to them in wait to escort them to the airport.
Angel, who had come along with the Chimangat, had stayed standing by the entrance door while the royal decree was being proclaimed.
The idea he had submitted to his father had been approved by the High Council. Hence, to avoid having to disclose the true cause of the fight between the two princes, at the time the royal secretary would hold a press conference to publicise the royal ruling, he would state that the video was a hoax. 
Angel's idea was to make it look like the video was, in fact, the recording of a fake fight acted following the instructions of Lady Josephine in yet another attempt to sully the image of the crown prince. So, under the condition that the king should not be lenient towards Francis in his ruling, the members of the High Council had agreed to keep the truth covered – just that once – for the sake of preserving the image of the Throne.
Throughout the investigation, Angel had discovered that the hacker Josephine had used all along was also a specialist in special effects. So with his collaboration – and in exchange for a lighter penalty, it had been easy to mount up another video showing two actors being made up to look like the princes and prepped for the fight scene in an exact replica of the Forest Palace's living room as evidence to present to the public.
When Josephine and Francis' belongings had been packed, the royal guards proceeded to escort them out, but as they reached the entrance door, Angel signalled the guards to stop.
He looked at Francis. "You know… if you had come straight up to me and told me that you wanted the crown, I would have gladly stepped down in order to give it back to you because I always thought that you were better fit for the throne than I could ever be. But now that I've been able to see how low you are capable of stooping just so you can satisfy your selfish desires, I understand why God has put me on the throne instead of you."
Without waiting for a reply from his cousin, Angel signalled the royal guards to carry on with their task. As the guards led Josephine and Francis to the car parked in front of the Central Palace entrance, Peter approached the crown prince.
"Karl Tshisol has handed me this to give back to Your Highness." He explained as he handed Angel what appeared to be an A4 notepad. "It was found in Prince Francis' belongings during the investigation, but it appears to belong to the young maiden."
Angel opened the cover. On the first page was written very artistically 'My Visual Diary' and signed in Kat's name.
"Prince Francis refused to reveal how he came into possession of this item." The guard explained when Angel looked back at him with interrogative eyes. "However, after a thorough review of palace surveillance footage, we have discovered that Prince Francis had gone to the West Wing late on the night Your Highness had spent in the South Wing for of the maiden's birthday."
Angel slightly frowned. Francis had started to act strangely towards Kat the very following day. He looked back at the drawing pad. Could it have been because of the content of the diary? What information was Francis so eager to get that he even risked sneaking into the West Wing so as to acquire Kat's personal diary?
Those two questions led the crown prince to leaf through the pad, and, three drawings later, he finally understood why Francis had been so adamant in his assertion that Kat had fallen for him. Peter's keen observing eyes spotted a faint smile tracing on the crown prince's lips as he leafed further. 
The majority of the drawings was about him, and they were all titled according to the circumstances surrounding the captured moment. 
'First Encounter' was a drawing of Angel standing in front of the Sama property; 'I Was Moved…' showed Angel playing the piano; 'Symbiosis' was a drawing of Angel riding Tornado…
There was again a drawing of Angel in which the serene expression in his eyes was very much in the foreground titled 'His Favourite Place'. 
"The waterfall…"
Angel was really impressed by each drawing he was discovering. Kat did not have her drawing kit with her on all those occasions. How then had she managed to capture all of them on paper? 
"She must have a very good visual memory…" He concluded.
On the following drawing, Angel's eyebrows creased. The drawing was titled '…'; so, Angel had to rummage through his brain in order to finally make out the scene depicted. It was a drawing of him sleeping… But definitely not from the night he had rescued her. From the angle it was captured…
Angel's face suddenly lit up. "So she was not asleep on that morning…" He thought with a smile.
A few drawings after, Angel stumbled on a page where Kat had drawn his face as if leaning and written 'Stolen Kiss… (I'm doomed!)'. 
~ If I were to fall for you, then I'd be doomed. ~ 
The reply Kat had given him at the Forest palace when he had asked her what would happen if she fell in love with him immediately came back to his mind… Was the inscription in brackets in reference to that statement?
In the drawing, she had even succeeded at faithfully depicting the intent in his eyes when he had leant to capture her lips into a forceful kiss. Angel was somewhat taken aback. The anger and indignation he had read in Kat's eyes after she had pushed him away would have never led him to think that it was at that moment that she had come to the realisation of her feelings for him.
As he pondered over the matter, Angel was suddenly brought back to the answer he had received to his second question in the chapel. When he wanted to know whether he should seek for a way to hold onto the maiden or just let her go… When he thought the maiden had developed feelings for his cousin…
As he had repeatedly muttered that double question, another had raised in his spirit in response: "Are you 100% sure that she loves Francis?"
The fact that he could not answer that question with absolute certitude had turned out to be the answer he needed. Knowing with certitude whether Kat was in love with Francis or not was determinant in his decision either to hold onto the woman he had fallen in love with or to let her go to his cousin.
Looking at the drawing pad in his hands, Angel realised that he was receiving an answer to that third question…
…
Later that day, Angel was knocking at Kat's bedroom door. She opened the door and hesitantly made way for him to come in. Her hesitation was coming from the fact that, right after the hearing in the Throne Room, Angel had immediately dived into the RIS investigation so much so that they had gotten very little opportunities to even interact over a meal; making that the first time they would have an actual conversation since she had gone to see him in his bedroom on Sunday afternoon.
Angel walked straight up to the balcony and Kat followed suit; he took place on one of the chairs set there and Kat sat opposite him.
"Are they gone?" Kat asked.
The king had called for everyone in the private office to inform them of his ruling right before the Chimangat was sent to the East Wing.
Angel nodded. "Their flight has just taken off."
"So what exactly awaits them if they ever dare to come back to Ruund?"
"Imprisonment. But that's rather unlikely because they will always be under the same kind of surveillance I was when I was studying in London."
Kat raised her eyebrows. "You knew you were under surveillance?"
Angel faintly smiled. "I am the crown prince of Ruund…" He started. "Seeing how the Forest Palace is guarded while it's within the Royal Estate, how could they let me leave the kingdom without protection?
"University studies in a foreign country are, in a way, an opportunity for uRuund young royals to have a once in a lifetime 'out-of-the-palace' experience, but they cannot be left completely without protection. Though I never saw them, I knew that royal guards were always out there watching."
Kat nodded pensively. If Angel knew that there were guards watching over him, then he must have known that they were reporting all his movements to the king. Could he have purposely had an engagement ring made in a way of telling his father that he was serious about Natacha Irung?
The king had also announced that he would be granting Adolph Irung and his daughter the Royal Exoneration since they had made amend through their public announcement and by giving their full cooperation during the investigation. Was it a step towards accepting his son's feelings?
While Kat was still caught up in her cogitation, Angel placed something on the table and pushed it towards her. 
Flustered by the crown prince's visit, the young woman had not even paid attention to the object he had been holding in his hand all along; so his move surprised her. Kat took a look at the item then looked back at Angel in astonishment once she recognised it. How did he come into possession of her visual diary?
"It was found in Prince Francis' bedroom," Angel explained to answer the question in her eyes. "It appears that he snuck into your bedroom on the night we spent in the South Wing for your birthday."
"He had noticed it one day when I did a sketch of him. I guess the fact that I refused to let him browse through it must have piqued his curiosity…" Kat said almost to herself.
"Didn't you notice that it was gone?" Angel inquired.
"With everything that has happened since my birthday, I didn't even think about my visual diary. I never draw on a restless mind."
Kat scanned Angel's face. Did he look at the content? 
"Possibly…" she thought.
"I now understand why he was so adamant in his conviction that I have fallen for you…" Kat added, still scanning the crown prince's face.
Angel kept silently looking at her, not even a bit surprised by her statement.
"Definitely!" She concluded.
"So… tomorrow is D-Day." Angel finally let out.
"Yes… These three months have passed so fast…"
Kat then chuckled.
"What is it?" Angel inquired.
"It just that, at the time I moved into the palace, I imagined numerous outcomes to the Courtship Program… But none of them was even remotely resembling this one."
More than talking about what had happened with Prince Francis, Kat was referring to her falling in love with Angel. Thinking back at their first encounter, then their clash on her first night at the palace, she had always thought her options were either falling for Francis or going back home.
Normally, the appearance of Natacha Irung should have reinforced that conviction. But instead, it had ended up helping bring forth the feelings that she did not realise she already had for the crown prince at the time.
"I was really hoping that I would leave the palace without being found out." She added pensively before she left her chair and went to lean on the bannister.
As she looked at the beautiful landscape spreading before her eyes, she felt a heaviness gradually pressing on her heart. When Angel also left his seat and came to stand next to her, Kat looked at him. "Don't worry. I'm not about to go back on our agreement," she said when she noticed that he was looking at her with questioning eyes. "I hope Mwant Yav will be more inclined to accept the woman you love once I'll be out of the picture." She added as she looked back at the landscape.
Angel slightly frowned. Was he somehow projecting that he was still in love with Natacha?
"Changadim Kat…"
"Gosh! I'm going to miss this view…"
At the slightly chocked tone, Angel tried to look closer at the young woman's profile. But Kat quickly looked away. 
"Excuse me for a minute." She let out as she motioned to go back in the bedroom.
No matter how hard she tried, Kat was utterly failing at holding back her tears; and since she did not want to let Angel see her like that, she wanted to take refuge in her bathroom until she would be able to regain her countenance. But the crown prince was quicker to grab her by the wrist and pulled her into a back-hug. 
At the shock, Kat froze.
"Please, Kat… don't go…" Angel let out next to her ear.
"…"
Kat's lips had parted, but no sound was coming out because her mind was still racing in an attempt to understand the meaning of Angel's plea. At first, Kat wondered if she had heard right. And when her brain finally reported that the information registered was not erroneous, she started to wonder whether Angel was referring to her not leaving the balcony… or the palace…
Her heart was already set on the latter, but her mind was too afraid to even dare to hope it could be the case.
Angel slowly loosened his hold and turned her around to face him. With an awkward but endeared smile, he cupped Kat's face in his hands and wiped the tears that had finally rolled down her cheeks with his thumbs.
Kat slowly lifted her eyes to meet Angel's gaze and, this time, she read something in them… something that made her heart leap in her chest.
"Crown Prince Angel…"
Angel chuckled bashfully as he released her face and reached down to take her hands. For the first time, Kat was feeling that the crown prince had finally brought down the shield that always kept her from seeing through him.
"From the moment I became heir to the throne of Ruund, I have been trained to never show my emotions…" Angel started. "It is a prized quality for a king to be able to always present a strong front no matter the situation so the people can rely on his ability to make decisions that are not biased by his feelings. This is why the crown prince, more than any other young royal, is required to excel at that. But it can have the counter-effect of making it difficult for us to express our feelings in private…"
Kat was still not able to utter a single word. The scene playing before her was like a dream bubble slowly shaping itself into reality as Angel spoke; a bubble that she was afraid to burst if she dared to make a sound.
So it was in a bit of a daze that Kat read on Angel's lips more than she actually heard him say: "I love you, Changadim Kat."
Then Angel, still holding her hands, slowly went down on one bent knee. "It might be very difficult for me to tell you this as much as I should, but I will always find a way to show that to you…
"Changadim Kat Sama, will you be my princess?"

“Wait a minute… it’s a joke, right? It has to be a joke!”

Even after gulping down two full glasses of water straight, Kat was still feeling a bit dizzy. Her mind was racing while trying to fully process the information her brain had just registered…

Kat has always lived a simple life, surrounded by her loving mother and siblings. But now, in an unexpected twist of fate, she is faced with the possibility of leaving her beloved home forever.

She does not want to yield. Even if he is the crown prince of Ruund. But is still compelled by her grandfather’s oath; the honour of her family is also at stake…



Hello there! This is the author.
This novel work is not a fan-fiction but a remake of the drama series 'Princess Hours'.
It might not be my first novel work but it my biggest one so far.
There will be no locked chapters. I hope you will enjoy this story just as much as or even more than I did while writing it.

Margaret sat on the grassy hill, quietly preparing herself for the final round. That means it was time to meet the Game Masters. She was not looking forward to it at all. But she cannot avoid it either as they have taken 'hostages', and Margaret cannot heartlessly abandon them.

She sighed and looked at the small piece of paper in her hand, then she had a sudden thought. 
'What was the remark for clearing the second round', she wondered.

Does she want to know? It would not be anything good, that much was certain. But she was curious and the more she contemplated it, the more she was itching to know.

Finally, she flipped the paper with an excitement she should not be feeling and she immediately regretted it.

[Hurry up or be prepared to say goodbye to the rest of your stuff.]

Damn it! 
She cursed and stood up. Indeed, curiosity killed the cat. Why couldn't she restrain herself and relax for a moment. Its highly unlikely that she'll get her stuff back untouched even if she hurried over. If she didn't read the message, she could've at least rested her leg for a while.

Margaret turned around and hopped her way towards the C-Wing. The C-Wing was directly north to the chemical lab with a straight path. So after five minutes of huffing and puffing, Margaret entered the C-Wing. She crossed six halls before finally standing in front of the door with a golden number '7' on top of it.

She took a deep breath to calm her heart and opened the doors to the art room, very slowly and carefully. She looked around and stepped inside after making sure that there was no paint can attached at the top of the door.

The big hall was filled with the faint smell of oil paints and a tinge of turpentine. It was a rather large place with wooden flooring and large windows on the side wall to let the sunlight in. The hall was used to host art exhibitions and to display students' art works to visitors and potential buyers. 

But now, there were only three people inside. The 'Main Boss' with her two Minions. 
Not the small and cute yellow things. No, these minions are vicious and savage.
A crazy Witch, a dumb Goblin and the Main Boss, the most popular… Succubus.
The Game Masters. 

The two minions, Jillian and Kade sat down on the floor with paint brushes in their hands and paint cans around them. While the Main Boss, Michelle sat on the stage at the back of the room, twirling her long blonde hair and admiring herself in the mirror. 

The self-proclaimed Queen bee, Michelle and her underling Jillian were a year above her. And Kade was Michelle's brother, and a sophomore like Margaret.  

Margaret hobbled her way into the room and as she reached closer, her eyes widened in shock as she caught sight of the Minions' actions. The Goblin Kade was scribbling black all over her Mickey mouse shirt while the Witch, Jillian was tearing her shorts with scissors, an innocent smile on her face. 

Those were Margaret's humble spare clothes she kept in her locker, just in case. They were merely emergency clothes, but she never thought anybody would go after them. They were completely harmless. 

Such a pity! They were a limited edition as well.

Margaret sighed. She knew it was naive of her if she expected any of her things to be returned unharmed. They left her books intact not because they respected the books, but because they were needed to be in shape to lure her in, and for that trap to work. 
She found her pencil case, but the contents were lost forever and the pencil case itself was returned only to deliver the final clue.
But the spare clothes doesn't serve any purpose for them, so they were ruthlessly destroyed. And Margaret could only mourn for them silently.

Wait, there was still something missing.
Her diary!

Margaret could guess where it would be so she immediately turned her head towards the stage. There it was, her red book of secrets, lying beside Michelle. She took a few steps towards her and the Main Boss, Michelle finally turned her head away from the mirror in her hand.

Margaret was now in the aggro range and the final battle began!
The Sexy Succubus Vs The Silly Geek.

Michelle put the mirror aside and turned to Margaret, a mock smile plastered on her face. "Well well, look who's finally here? Took you long enough."

"Yeah, I was busy surviving your hunger games." Margaret turned aside and mumbled under her breath. But the Main Boss's skills are not to be underestimated. Due to the unceasing practice of eavesdropping for years, her hearing was now beyond ordinary. 

"Hmph."Michelle dismissed the sassy comment with a sneer. She felt it was beneath her to argue with these lowly people like Margaret. 
She was already sitting on a high platform but she still propped her chin up high, looking down on Margaret. She gave her a once-over, with disgust reflecting in her features. But when she noticed the limp in Margaret's step, her lips curled up into an amused smirk.

"Looks like you really enjoyed yourself. Was the game up to your standards?" 

No, it was lame, predictable and half-assed, Margaret wanted to answer, but didn't. She wanted to save her diary from her clutches so she swallowed that comment.

"Lets get to the point. Why did I get summons from your Majesty on the very first day?" Margaret spoke, her tone full of mockery and sarcasm. It was unknown if Michelle didn't notice it or chose to ignore it.

Michelle shrugged casually. "Of course, it's because we missed you. Very dearly." She gave a smile so sweet it buried her original sinister aura and turned the atmosphere into a flower garden. Then as if she realized something, she gasped and put her hand in front of her mouth. "Don't tell me, you forgot about us?" 

Margaret rolled her eyes and chose not to answer her. But, she was right, Margaret really did completely forget about them. They were mere side characters after all.
But were they?

Michelle hopped down the stage and walked closer, and Margaret involuntarily took a step back. 

"And what the hell is this...thing?" Michelle held the diary up in the air and asked, with a confused expression.

"It's a diary." Margaret answered with a straight face, as if it was a matter of fact. And it was the truth too, but not everyone likes to hear the truth and Michelle was one of them.

"I know that, smarty pants." She smacked the back of Margaret's head with her own diary. The nerve of this girl. "I thought it was a personal diary. There's nothing in it but... tests and scores. It's a total waste of my time."

Margaret rolled her eyes involuntarily. Isn't this Boss's AI very low? Why would Margaret bring her personal diary to college, much less put it in the locker. That would be plain suicide, she might as well publish all her life's secrets on social media. 

Margaret was not dumb and she values her life. And speaking of personal diary, she doesn't even have one. Nothing eventful happens in her life which was worth writing in a diary. She could write about the various pranks she deals with every day but that would be miserable and pathetic, and they were not something she would like to read and reminiscence in the future.

Michelle might not be impressed with it, but that red diary was Margaret's pride. Every test she wrote, her scores and grades on various projects and reports, her average on the subjects for every particular lecturer and many other details were recorded in that diary. It started as a silly hobby but now it became her own progressive report.

"Give it back, Michelle." Margaret tried to grab the diary but Michelle was faster. She swiftly pulled it away as a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

'Stupid. Idiot.' Margaret immediately scolded herself silently. She should not have said that. She should've acted indifferent. But it's too late for regrets now. 

"Not so fast." Michelle took another look at the unremarkable and useless diary in her hands. Suddenly, it didn't seem so useless anymore.  Her lips twitched into an evil smirk as she considered all the possible ways to get entertainment from the diary. "Well, If you want it, then-"

"Holy Sh*t." 
Kade's cuss of a yell interrupted her, and both of them turned to him.
Michelle frowned in confusion while Margaret gasped at the scene.

Her spare clothes... they were burning to a crisp within the blazing flame. As if ruining them wasn't enough, they were burning them. When the clothes were being painted black, Margaret only felt pity. But now, watching her clothes burn, she felt as if a part of her was being destroyed. She couldn't brush it away lightly as various unknown emotions were bubbling up inside her.

Self-pity? Anger? Grief? Hurt?

"It's burning... it's burning..." Jillian spoke in singsong voice, as she stood back, giggling and clapping. 
'Of course its burning, you idiot. And those are clothes not fireworks; you wear them, not set them on fire.' Margaret directed a deadly glare at Jillian before her eyes went back to the fire.

"What the hell, Kade?" Michelle yelled at her brother, her expression genuinely angry.
Well, at least someone was feeling bad about it.

"It wasn't on purpose." Kade put his hands up in surrender, a cigarette stuck between his fingers. "I was just lighting my cigar, and suddenly they caught fire. It's not my fault."

Dumb, useless, pea brained moron.

"I don't care. Put it out quickly." Michelle growled at him.

"Okay okay, I'll put it out." Kade grumbled. "Its not my fault, why are you yelling at me?" He looked as if he was unfairly wronged. 

Michelle huffed annoyingly and turned to Margaret, who was still looking at her blazing pile of clothes. She was stiff from top to bottom, her hands clenched, her lips trembling in anger and her brown eyes full of hurt. 

"Hold on." Michelle held up her hand, as she watched Margaret's calm and composed attitude slowly crumbling away. Margaret's eyes were tearing up and she was biting her bottom lip hard to hold back the sobs. "On a second thought, let it be."

Kade, who was about to stomp on the fire, paused and looked at his sister in confusion. 
'Do I put it out or not?' Poor goblin was in a huge conflict.

"I might have a use for it." The Succubus clarified, as a viciously seductive smile bloomed on her face.
That statement hit Margaret like a thunder bolt and shook her awake from her agitated state. She immediately turned her head towards Michelle and saw her waving her diary back and forth as if she was contemplating something.

'No she wouldn't.' Margaret wanted to convince herself that she wouldn't go that far, but she can see Michelle's intentions clearly on her face. Her eyes had an evil glint and her lips were curved into a sinister smirk.

"Don't, Michelle. Please." Margaret spoke, her voice trembling. She was now completely defenseless and didn't care if she sounded desperate or miserable. She just didn't want to see another of her possessions burnt to ashes in front of her.

"Hmm, since you sound so desperate, I really feel bad about it. Well, you can have your diary." Michelle smiled, extremely pleased with Margaret's reaction. "Here." She stretched her hand out, with the diary firmly gripped in her fingers. 

Margaret internally sighed with relief and took a step forward to get her diary back. As she reached out her hand to grab it, Michelle raised her arm and threw it to the side. Suddenly the world went into slow motion as if in movies. Margaret eyes followed the diary as it flew in a perfect arc and landed on the burning pile of clothes. 
Such Accuracy!

Margaret stood there in a daze, with her hand still stretched out to receive her diary. Michelle smiled and leaned close to her ear as she whispered. "Its all yours now."

She then chuckled and shoved her away. Margaret stumbled backwards three steps, and fell flat on her back, knocking over a paint can in the process. 
Green paint spilled out and slowly made its way to her hair. But Margaret didn't even seem to notice it. Instead her mind was still reeling with numbness.

Why was she falling down so many times today? This was already the third time. 
'Damn it, why am I counting them? And most importantly...'
She turned her head to the side and watched as her diary was slowly burning black in front of her eyes. She could clearly see the pages filled with her writing turn into black dust as they were swallowed by the orange flames mercilessly.

Michelle wore an satisfied smirk on her face as she looked down at Margaret lying on the floor with a pale face and blank gaze. Although she was bored until Margaret made it to the last round, she was quite happy with the final result. 

"Let's go, you two." Michelle turned to the side and called back her minions. "We wasted a lot of time here already." 

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked past Margaret, her hips swaying from left to right She was oozing with pride and charm unequaled among her peers. Just a casual glance and a fleeting smile from her was enough to bewitch numerous guys and turn them to be her slaves and do her bidding.

A Succubus, indeed.

Margaret slowly sat up as she felt her body ache all over. It was a turning out to be a really long day.

"Oh, and one last thing." Michelle's voice jolted Margaret to straighten her spine. She slowly turned around and saw Michelle walking back towards her, with a paint brush in her hand.
'What? Are you not done yet? Do you want to paint my face now?' 

Margaret had no strength nor any desire to fight back anymore. So she just closed her eyes and waited for the grimy feel of paint on her face. But there wasn't any, instead she felt a tug on her feet and looked at her outstretched legs.

"I hate your shoes." Michelle declared. "They are hurting my eyes." 

And well enough, she proved it with her actions. Margaret's white vans were now scarred with green blemishes. 
There it was. The final touch!
She then strutted away, her joyous laughter echoing in the hall. Jillian skipped behind her, giggling like a crazy old witch. And the goblin, Kade smacked her head before he too followed his sister.

Margaret looked at her shoes in pity and let out a deep sigh as she slowly laid back down, facing the white ceiling.

After lying there silently for a couple minutes, Margaret slowly stood up and walked out. She never once turned her head back to look at her burnt clothes or her diary. She knew better than most, that there was no use being sad about the past. She had learnt to let go and face forward with a smile.

She exited the C-Wing and went to the main campus and headed directly towards the bathroom. 

-  -

She was washing the paint off her hair and venting her frustrations when she heard the bell. That meant she missed her Math class too and now it was the last class of the day, Literature. It was Margaret's favorite class and according to the new schedule, it was only twice a week. If she missed it today then she will have to wait till Friday again.

She rushed out of the bathroom, ignoring the pain in her ankle and started hopping along the way to quicken her pace. She was only a few feet away from the classroom when she bumped into someone.

She was in such a hurry and with her distracted mind, she didn't even notice a person in front of her. She lost her balance and stumbled back, and as she about to fall for the fourth time in the day, a hand caught hers and pulled her straight. Margaret quickly steadied herself on her good leg and took a deep breath.
'Phew, that was close.'

"Thank you." She breathed out. "And I'm sorry." She quickly bowed her head in gratitude and apology. 
One second passed by, Two seconds passed by... And as she didn't receive any response, Margaret slowly looked up and was left stunned. 
Damn!

Its still only day one, why were there so many surprises at once?
'Dear God, please save some things for the future. Its a lot to take on in a single day.'

Margaret Laurence is a smart and witty girl with a sharp tongue, cheerful personality and stubborn attitude. She is kind, friendly and is not afraid of getting into troubles or creating them. She doesn’t back down from a challenge and never lost a fight, regardless if it’s verbal, mental or physical.

But that was all in the past. Somewhere along the line, she lost that spark in her and became a regular average girl. She convinced herself to stay quiet, move on with her life and not bother about unnecessary things. That’s the Margaret Laurence of Golden Dawn University today.

An unexpected friendship with the silent, sleepy and the infamous, Arthur Bridge added bit of color to her otherwise mundane life. But just when things seem to fall in place, Arthur is falsely accused, and Margaret is forced to confront many things she chose to ignore. But she didn’t wish to sit aside anymore. She is intent on proving Arthur’s innocence, even if it meant going against the whole university. 

As the spark inside her is once again reignited, Margaret is not afraid of stirring up a whole lot of troubles and pissing off many more people who are not to be messed with. 

Read on as Margaret teaches harsh lessons to students and teachers alike; while using her brilliance to outsmart her opponents, play mind games with the biggest masterminds and scheme against the sly old foxed. 

Old conspiracies are solved and hidden plots are exposed.
And all the while she helps create seven mysteries of the university along with a few bored old men.

Follow Margaret’s adventures as she shakes the century old university to its foundations with all sorts of disturbances.

The porch of Kim Insoo's house was was slightly larger than Suhyuk's room. No, it looked even bigger, more than twice its size. This was only the beginning. The huge glass windows occupying one wall in the spacious living room displayed a cool scenery off the outside. While Suhyuk was looking around with a strange gaze, Kim Insoo's mother came over with a smile. Jewels and accessories shaking around her body unusually.

"It's been a long time since I last saw you. Are you ok now?" she asked.

'Even she knows me?' he thought to himself. Suhyuk showed a smile just like her's.

"Yes, thank you for your concern."

"Yes, I was so worried about you. I'm so glad you're okay."

"We're going to study now," Insoo said.

However, she added one last word, "Suhyuk, do me a favor once again. Please teach Insoo well."

At a glance, Insoo was from a rich family. 'Then, why is he trying to learn from me instead of going to a private academy or getting a private tutor?'

"Let's go to the room," said Insoo.

Among many rooms in his house, he pulled out the door knocker of the room located at the far end.

When the door was opened, there was a room that could rightly be called as a study. The bookshelf, filled with the books, was tall enough to reach the ceiling. And there was a luxurious table in the middle.

"Come on in!"

"You came to the right place," said his friends.

Choi Inbae touching his horn-rimmed glasses, and Kim Donghyuk making a strange smile were standing there. They welcomed Suhyuk.

"Your seat is over there," said Insoo.

Suhyuk went to take his seat by a square rectangular table. Inbae and Donghyuk sat on both sides of the table while Suhyuk sat on their opposite. Obviously Suhyuk was given an upper seat.

When Suhyuk felt uncomfortable at the seat placement, they just giggled.

"It was your seat, and it was also your favorite seat."

Suhyuk, nodding slowly, took out the books from his bag and put them on the table.

'Now, show me the surprise you guys have prepared for me. Things will be different from the past.'

"Suhyuk, if you do not know anything, ask us. You might not recall much of what you learned as you lost memory."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Our grades went up a lot thanks to your help. Insoo came out at the top in the entire school."

Originally, it was Suhyuk who came at the top in his school. For some reason, when Suhyuk became a junior, Insoo came out at the top, while Donghyuk and Inbase came in 2nd and 3rd respectively. Besides, Suhyuk's grade fell down like a steep downhill. He was placed 4th in his class, and 20th in his school. The current Suhyuk could not know that.

"Well, as all the members are here, let's get down to work!"

As soon as Donghyeok said that, their study began. The surroundings were very quiet, except when they turned over books and moved their sharp pencils. That was the only sound. 'These guys are really serious about studying?' Suhyuk thought to himself.

They were concentrating, with their eyes fixed on their books.

Suhyuk felt stuffy. He could feel their studying atmosphere, but their real motivation was invisible as if it were obscured by black fog.

After watching them silently, Suhyuk finally opened his mouth,

"I'm sorry to interrupt you guys as you're fully focused, but can I ask you a few questions?"

Their eyes were fixed on Suhyuk.

"Did you notice a problem you do not understand?"

"Please ask any questions."

"Thank you. Don't get me wrong about what I have to say from now on."

Suhyuk, who caught his breath tightly, spoke again.

"Have you ever harassed me?"

At that moment, their faces suddenly stiffened, with a deeply distrustful look. But their hostile look lasted a very short time, so Suhyuk did not notice it.

"What is it? Don't talk rot!"

"Did you have a dream? How could we do that to you?"

'Were they intent to do their mischief to me to the end, not caring at all what they had done to me in the past?' His diary was full of curses he hurled about them. Did he do it even when he was not harassed by them? He could not understand.

"I just want to know for sure what our relationship was like," Suhyuk said.

Inbae, touching his glasses, said, "I think you seem to be confused, but that's understandable as you had amnesia. We've been friends since we're freshmen in the same middle school. And this meeting came about thanks to your idea. As the top student in the whole school, you taught us how to study. Private academy tutoring? Actually, you taught us better than they did, and your teaching method was much more interesting too. Did we feel like that because we're the same age? Anyway, thanks to your help, our grades went up, and we are very much grateful to you."

They all nodded, seeing eye to eye to Inbae's remarks. Anyhow, it was true that they appreciated his help because their grades went up.

"Now, how could we harass you? That's nonsense!"

He could read some sort of sincerity on their facial expressions.

Should he believe all their words?

"I'm sorry, but I cannot believe you, to be honest."

Were they hurt by Suhyuk's response? Or did they give up being patient with him any longer? Insoo stood up from his seat. He looked at Suhyuk coldly. In a hostile mood as if he wanted to throw a punch at him, he slowly turned around the table to approach Suhyuk.

Surrounded by books, the study had an eerie atmosphere where a man could be killed without uttering even one word.

Suhyuk, with eyes fixed firmly on Insoo's face, was putting his head to work to prepare for any contingent situation. This is how long it takes for visual information to be delivered to the brain: first through the cornea, then the lens, vitreous body, retina, and finally through the visual nerve will the visual information be transmitted to the brain.

To make a judgement adding all this up together, it takes only about 0.2 second for the body to react immediately. Can Suhyuk escape his fist? It does not matter if he cannot.

Suhyuk grabbed his chair firmly by turning his hand backward while sitting. Bold enough. He was intent to use the chair as a blunt weapon just in case. 'Let me pay back the pain twice as much as a silly Suhyuk of the past suffered from you.'

"What makes you get stiff like that?"

Wearing a relaxed look, Insoo approached Suhyuk instantly and patted him on the shoulder. Then he picked one of several cups next to him and poured tea from a tumbler. Steam began to roll up from the tea cup, and its delicate fragrance smelled superb.

"I hope that your memory will come back quickly, so that your misunderstanding can clear up," he said. Insoo gave tea to Suhyuk.

"Well, drink it, and you'll feel better. You used to like it."

"Thanks," Suhyuk said, taking his cup to his lips.

Did he really misunderstand? Should he give up his existing perceptions about them and take a different approach? When Suhyuk took a sip of tea and put down the cup, Insoo opened his mouth,

"Suhyuk, what does retributive justice mean? Suddenly I can't understand what it means." Kim Insoo showed a eerie smile.

.......................….....….....….....….....….....….....…..

After returning home from studying, Suhyuk lay in bed. He felt dizzy and languid, in body and soul. If he closed his eyes, he felt like he would just fall asleep instantly. Looking at the fluorescent lamp, his eyes slowly closed.

"What the hell…."

He could not find any malice from the study group members. Not only from them, but also from his other classmates. It seemed as if his thoughts were in a muddle and sucked into a black hole. Suhyuk fell into sleep.

.......................….....….....….....….....….....….....…..

At that very moment he woke up from his bed. He opened the desk drawer and took out the diary. He was determined to peruse it again. At that moment, something shiny in the disturbed drawer caught Suhyuk's eye. It was a paper-bundle of medicine. 'What is this?' It was something he had not found before. Suhyuk brought his hand to the medicine.

At that very moment, his head throbbed painfully, conjuring up a certain scene from the past: He smashed pills into powder, and poured it into a tumbler with a smile. 'How dare you bastards beat me in grades? You bastards never returning my favor! The first place in the class is mine!' <Drink this. They say it will help you memorize things better> <Thank you, Suhyuk. You're the one we can turn to. >

Remnants of memories kept passing through Suhyuk's head. He was completing the pieces of the puzzle little by little: 'As I teach you like this, you have got to return my favor with this kind of gift at the least.' An image appears of him slipping an earring into his pocket at Insoo's house. 'Why! Why does my grade keep going down? Why! Why! I really did work very hard! But why am I lagging behind those stupid little guys? Yes, taking classes at a private academy is not enough. I have to get a private tutor like them. If I get an expensive tutor, my grades will rise quickly.' <Mom, get me a tutor> Mom sighs deeply …

Suhyuk's expressions stiffened after recalling the memories that passed like a light.

"Oh my god, I must have been a crazy little b*tch back then..."

The golden hour where one can save a life.

Golden Time.

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Revised Synopsis :

Golden time is a Korean Medical Drama/ Reincarnation Novel. The novel is short and progresses quickly as the main character is sent back in time to his teenage years when he got into a severe accident. Causing him to lose most of his memories and even trapping him in a coma for three months. The main character wakes up 3 months later where the only memory remaining in his head are his medical knowledge and his name.

A story about the life of a young teenage boy growing up as he strives to save as many lives as he can and becoming the greatest doctor in the world.

Golden Time, a moment in which a life can be saved!

**A licensed novel from Munpia**

"Now come on. I am sure those two idiots have already got into danger." Art said, feeling the tracking spell getting farther away. 

"Idiots?" Cedric asked somewhat confused. 

"Ron and Harry. I'm sure Hermoine told them that it is a Basilisk but they still are heading straight into danger." Art said shaking his head. What could two second years do against such a terrifying beast. 

Art and Cedric followed Harry and Ron's footsteps, ending up at an abandoned girls washroom. Making sure the coast was clear, the two of them entered the bathroom and saw the sink was missing and replaced with a large hole.

"They went down there if you wanted to know." a dreary voice said. 

Turning around, they saw a girl with horned rim glasses but what shocked them was that she was a ghost. 

"You said they went down there?" Art asked pointing at the large hole. 

"Yes, the one boy hissed or something and the hole appeared." she said day dreamily. 

"Parseltongue, that's why no one could find the entrance." Art muttered, he turned to the ghost, "Thank you for your help." he flashed her a smile. 

If she could blush she would have and slowly went back to her toilet and disappeared. 

"Even ghost are charmed by you." Cedric said, shaking his head. "Shall we?" 

Art nodded and jumped down the hole and it turned into a dark, slimy slide. After what seemed for a long time, the pipe finally leveled out and they ended up on a damp floor. They were both covered in slime and looked gross. 

"Give me a second." Art said, taking out his wand and gave it a swish. Soon the slime came off their bodies. 

"That's better." Cedric said, he looked over Art's shoulders and his eyes went wide. "What is that?" 

Turning around, he saw a large snake skin that was at least 50 feet long. 

"Ow! Who is there!?" someone called out. 

"Ron you idiot, put your wand away." Art said, seeing the gangly redhead. 

"Art? Why are you here!?" he asked surprised. 

"I promised your brothers I would bring Ginny back." Art said, walking up to Ron. He was shocked to see Lockhart was beside him, looking like an idiot. "Why is he here?" 

"Long story. Harry went ahead to find Ginny." he said, pointing at the end of the tunnel. 

"Stay here with Lockhart. Cedric and I will go help him." Art said, nodding at Cedric. 

They entered a dimly chamber with large stone pillars entwined with serpents supporting the ceiling. Walking deeper into the chamber he saw a huge statue of a wizard with a thin beard. 

He saw Harry talking to a handsome dark haired wizard who looked almost transparent. He wrote in the air and letters appeared, he waved the wand and the letters rearranged themselves. 

I AM LORD VOLDEMORT 

"Voldemort? You're Voldemort?" Art interrupted, raising his wand with a cold smile. 

"Uninvited guests we have." Voldemort said curling his upper lip. 

"Art and Cedric! We need to save Ginny." Harry cried out. 

Art didn't hear her and glared at Voldemort. "You don't fear me? The boy beside you trembled at my name but all I see is hatred." Voldemort said, a little mocking in his voice. 

"What are you? I saw you last year but this isn't who I met." Art asked coldly. 

"A memory, preserved in the diary. The little girl poured me her soul into me and gave me some strength." Voldemort said, playing with Harry's wand. 

"Her soul?" Art's eyes narrowed, "Dark magic." he spat with disgust. 

"You must be Artland Cason, the genius. I am a little curious about you actually.  How do you think you can compare to me?" 

"Let's find out, shall we?" Art said pointing his wand at Voldemort, the tip was sparking. 

"In time. First I must kill Harry Potter." he then spoke in weird hissing. 

"The Basilisk will be enough to kill yo-." he was interrupted by a strange music that filled the chamber. Fawkes, the phoenix, appeared and dropped a patched worn out hat next to Harry. 

Harry looked at it confused but didn't have time to say anything as a large hissing sound filled the chamber. 

"Look at the ground! Don't look at it's eyes!" Art yelled, knowing the Basilisk was coming.

Art casted his grid spell and closed his eyes. Soon the grid appeared in his mind and the Basilisk appeared. 

The giant snake reared his head and Voldemort hissed out commands to it. It fixed it's gaze on Harry who was staring at the ground. 

"You don't have to do this. You don't have to listen to him!" Art said, trying to convey his emotions to the snake. The Basilisk paused and looked at Art, during this pause Fawkes attacked the Basilisk, blinding both of its eyes. 

'Thanks Fawkes.' Art smiled. 

"Beast Speech?" Voldemort said shocked before a sinister smile appeared on his face. "Doesn't matter though, the Basilisk will only listen to me." 

"Bastard." Art spat. He didn't want to kill the Basilisk because it was a rare beast that was being controlled by Voldemort. 

Suddenly Azura woke up and hissed angrily at the Basilisk and grew in size. Art was shocked at Azura as she was now 20 feet long with her blue eyes gleamed with anger. 

"A Horned Serpent? Interesting." Voldemort said with a sneer and hissed at Azura. She looked at him and hissed at him, clearly telling him off. 

"She actually disobeyed me?" he said in shock. 

"Just because you are a Parseltongue doesn't mean you are omnipotent." Art said with a cold smile. "Cedric, you and Harry find a way to destroy that diary. I will take care of the Basilisk." 

Harry was wandless and wasn't gifted in wandless magic. He knew that Cedric would have to deal with the 16 year old Voldemort. Cedric nodded and faced off with Voldemort, raising his wand. 

"A little entertainment before I leave." Voldemort said with a smile, facing Cedric. 

Harry was holding the Sorting Hat looking lost but Art ignored him and face the Basilisk. Azura curled around him, glaring and hissing at the Basilisk. Art wasted no time and casted new spell. A Dragon and Thunderbird appeared, growing larger and larger in size. They flew around the Basilisk before crashing into it, causing the Basilisk to cry out in pain. Art waved his waved his wand, chains appeared from the floor and wrapped around the Basilisk, pinning it down. 

Azura was darting around the Basilisk, biting it.  

Art didn't stop and tried to use a sleeping jinx but the Basilisk easily shook it off. The chains started to break as the Basilisk continued to struggle. He gave a quick glance at Cedric who looked rough. Voldemort seemed to toy with him as Cedric was barely able to defend against his spells. Art frowned and focused on the Basilisk again, creating more chains to pin it down. The Basilisk gave a cry as it continued to struggle and break Art's chains. Suddenly Harry ran past Art with a large sword in his hand and stabbed the Basilisk in the head. 

"Harry don't!" Art yelled, not wanting to kill it. But it was too late, the Basilisk let out a final scream before it became still. 

Anger filled Art's body at the dead Basilisk but the anger wasn't towards Harry but at Voldemort. Art turned and saw that Cedric was blasted backwards, crashing hard into the ground. 

"You have skills but you still are a far cry from me." Voldemort let out a light laugh. 

Art expression turned cold and stood in front of Cedric. 

"Let's see what the genius that Dumbledore has such an interest in is able to do." 

Art didn't reply and immediately started to bombard him with spells. For the first time Voldemort's expression turned serious as he blocked and returned his own spells. The battle continued for a bit but Art was starting to gain the upper hand. 

"Most talented wizard? What a joke!" Art mocked. 

Voldemort's expression grew savage. "Don't be proud. This is simply a memory, not my real strength." 

Suddenly he let out a loud scream and a hole appeared in his chest. Art was shocked and looked to see Harry stabbing the diary with the sword. 

"Do it again!" Art yelled. 

Harry stabbed the journal again, causing Voldemort to scream again. Soon Voldemort disappeared, leaving Art and Harry taking deep breaths. Art heard Cedric groan and ran up to him, propping him up. 

"Not bad Cedric. Not bad." Art smiled, helping him up. 

Cedric was holding his side which was bleeding. "God dammit, he was strong." he said, spitting some blood out. 

"Of course he was, that was Voldemort." 

Cedric grunted and started walking towards Ginny who had just woken up. Harry was making sure she was okay. 

"Are you okay Ginny?" Art asked, still supporting Cedric. 

"Art! It was all my fault! I opened the Chamber of Secrets! I attacked all those people!" she said, crying hysterically. 

Harry hugged her and patted her back. "It wasn't you Ginny. It was Tom Riddle, he was controlling you." 

Art let out a long sigh. "Let's leave this damn place." 

Azura came up next to him, still in her large form. Art had an idea and asked her, "Can you fly Azura?" 

She nodded and started to fly around, causing Art to laugh. 

"Give us a ride girl." 

The four of them jumped on Azura's back and she took them back to the pipe where Ron and Lockhart were. 

"Take them up first. Come back for Cedric and me after." Art said, knowing that she couldn't take all the weight. 

Harry was still holding the Sorting Hat and the large sword in his hands. 

"Take that back to Dumbledore." Art said, sitting down on a rock. 

Cedric was laying down against a rock, still holding his side. Art stood up and walked over, "Let me see that." he said. 

Cedric took his hands off his side, showing a large cut. Art casted a spell, finding out that Cedric had internal bleeding, broken ribs and some of his organs were damaged. 

"This might hurt. Bear with me." Art said, pointing his wand at the wound. 

Soon the wound started to close making Cedric hiss in pain. The wound closed and the pain was reduced. 

"Thanks." he said, closing his eyes. 

Art laid down next to him and closed his eyes as well. "Hell of memory this will be, don't you think?" 

Cedric laughed causing him to wince in pain. "Yeah, maybe next year will be a quiet one." 

"Let's hope. Thanks for having my back." 

"I'm a Hufflepuff, remember? Loyal to a fault." a smile on his face, his teeth were bloody. 

"Yes, you truly are a Hufflepuff." Art said, a smile on his face.

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.

A lot of time went by as Ves and Professor Ventag iterated on the Aurora Titan design. After the second prototype followed a third and a fourth prototype. Each subsequent tests revealed fewer flaws and inconsistencies. All the major flaws had been worked away, and most of the newer problems that popped up emerged in response to earlier solutions.
Along the way, Ves also adjusted the Aurora Titan's aesthetics in order to make it look more appealing. The mech's likeness began to look more like its namesake. It looked like a large and bulky titanic sculpture with a modest amount of muscle definition. The mech resembled an ancient marble statue, but Ves swapped the humanoid head with an exobeast head on a whim.
That last change perplexed Professor Ventag a bit.
"The Aurora Titan is very much a humanoid mech. Why would you change it to a dinosaur head, Ves?"
"Since every test pilot who interfaced with the prototypes describe that they feel like they are piloting an exobeast, why not play around with it?" Ves replied over the comm. "Both you and I know that appearances matter. A humanoid head is so ubiquitous that it doesn't convey any particular meaning. The lizard head on the other hand will make the Aurora Titan a much more interesting visual spectacle. It stands out even more from the crowd of standard humanoid space knight designs."
The professor still looked like he disapproved. "The Aurora Titan's intrusive aesthetic features are too bold and in your face. I know from your previous works that you have a flair for adding an artistic touch to your mech, but the muscle definition that you've added to the mech will increase the cost and demand more skill to make the armor plating. This complex-looking lizard head is much more troublesome to produce than a standard humanoid head."
"Only the gold label edition of the Aurora Titan will feature all of these frills." Ves retorted. "The extra care and attention put into the aesthetics of its top-shelf model will make buyers more happy with spending tens of millions more credits on what is essentially the same mech. I've also worked on simplifying the artistic elements on the bronze and silver label editions to make them more suitable for mass production. The crystal tech I incorporated in them is also weaker but simpler to reproduce."
The three-tiered mech model scheme of the LMC somewhat clashed with NORA Consolidated's own approach. While Ves favored an artistic touch if he could get away with it, Professor Ventag generally valued form over function. The Senior preferred to design simple and clean-looking designs that were easy to fabricate and easy to repair.
The two argued over this issue for a while but Ves held his ground despite going against the will of a Senior. Since the Aurora Titan was pretty much his brainchild, Ves eventually got his way.
The professor dismissively waved his hand. "Fine. I'll indulge you on this matter. I do have to admit that your art does look appealing in some sense. This will be a benefit to our marketing campaigns even if you don't plan on selling a large number of gold label mechs."
The gold label mechs often times became the public face for the lesser editions even though there weren't that many out there in the wild. This happened with the Blackbeaks and the Crystal Lords. Their rarity turned them into genuine collector's items in some circles.
Ves did take the liberty of adding one particular aesthetic feature to every edition of the Aurora Titan.
He first scoured through NORA Consolidated's expansive library of licenses but failed to find what he needed.
He then browsed the MTA's library of endless component licenses and found the perfect component the job.
The Rescue Particle Generator was a small and energy-efficient component that emitted long-lasting glowing particles. As its name suggested, it was meant to be employed as a signal flare for stranded mechs and shuttles who were waylaid in deep space.
Unlike the Festive Cloud Generator, it did not require a source of fluid to function. It worked on both on land and in space and only increased the energy consumption of the Aurora Titan by a negligible amount. It was also small and flexible in its employment.
Ves added the emitters of the Rescue Particle Generator on the rear of the Aurora Titan design. The particles emitted from this addition not only blended in with the glow emanating from the flight system, but they also left behind a persistent trail in space that looked fantastic when the Aurora Titan was on the move.
Of course, Ves took into account that not every outfit or mech pilot wanted to paint a glowing golden stripe of its passage through space. There was no reason for the mech to puff itself up during routine patrols.
Aside from deactivating the Rescue Particle Generator, owners could also opt to remove them entirely without affecting the structural integrity of the mech.
"Hopefully, not a lot of people will choose this option."
The best part about the Rescue Particle Generator was that its function was so useless in raising the functional battle performance of a mech that its license was dirt cheap. It hardly impacted his bank account at all to license it for ten years, though he did contemplate on licensing it on a perpetual basis instead.
"With the knowledge I possess, it shouldn't be impossible for me to design my own gadget one day." He judged.
A perpetual license was many times more expensive than a standard ten-year license. Ves figured that within this span of time, he would surely be able to come up with something that provided even more visual flair than a component meant simply to put up a colored light to attract rescue.
Perhaps distracting himself with these visual aspects may not be entirely to the benefit of the actual design. However, both his design philosophy and Qilanxo's spiritual fragment approved of his attempts to beautify the mech. It turned the Aurora Titan into a much more interesting mech that distinguished itself further from the concept of mechs as disposable commodities.
"A mech that costs 100 million credits or more to buy ought to represent more than function."
While Ves admitted that form over function or simplicity to the point of minimalism each had their good points, that was simply not his design style.
"Functionalism and minimalism devolves the identity of a mech into its base role to its extreme. The company brand matters plays a greater role in how the mech is seen that its individual merits."
Some mech companies built up a very strong brand name and reputation for quality. They published simple-looking mechs with a unified aesthetic design that all leaned towards simplicity. Their designs were also part of the same product family, so they worked particularly well with each other.
All of this resulted in a trend whereby some outfits fielded an entire force of uniform-looking mechs! Actually encountering such a mech force was quite a sight!
In general, most mech designers didn't bother all that much with the visual design of their mechs. The general trend of mechs was to treat them as functional war machines. Mech designers therefore tended to lean towards simplicity and leave aside any unnecessary visual elements that might negatively impact the performance of their mech designs.
Ves actively fought against this trend. Why couldn't mechs be art?
"Even if mech designers don't actively work on the aesthetics of their mechs, they are still engaging in art."
The most important factor to take into account to Ves was that mech design involved both art and science. In fact, the profession blended the two into an intermingled whole. The science part affected the parameters of the mech while the art part shaped people's perception of the mech.
Many people and even mech designers often underestimated the impact of perception to the performance of the mech. Ves believed that mech pilots would treat their mechs like crap if they looked like garbage. On the other hand, if their mechs looked classy and expensive, then the mech pilots would never treat them like crap!
While these were extreme examples, mechs that looked boring or generic would not arouse any specific feelings to the mech pilot. This was a wasted opportunity to shape their perception and therefore the way they treated their mechs.
"If mechs are bots, then their appearances don't matter. The AIs that control them won't perform any differently whether machine looks like a rust bucket or a sculpture come to life. Humans are different. They are ruled by logic as well as emotions. It's the latter that is the key."
Due to his design philosophy, Ves spent a lot of effort in trying to master the ability to shape people's moods and emotion.
"They say a picture is worth a thousand words."
The true meaning of this phrase was that a picture was a great means of indoctrinating an audience without resorting to overt means!
"To put it more bluntly, art brainwashes people!"
This was a crazy statement to make, but as a mech designer Ves constantly tried to find a way to shape the perception of his target audience to his product.
Every artist tried to convey meaning in their works. Even if Ves visited an art gallery and taped a nutrient pack onto a wall, this work would still qualify as art! While the idea of affixing a nutrient pack onto a wall sounded ridiculous, it nonetheless sent out a specific message that affected the thoughts, emotions and moods of its audience!
Therefore, Ves very much thought that mech designers who focused more on the science and engineering aspects of their designs missed some of the points about their profession. Design encompassed both function and form. The latter deserved at least some attention, if only to prime the opinion of the market without resorting to expensive marketing campaigns!
Still, Ves was very cognizant that he could take this particular quirk of his and turn it into an obsession. His preoccupation with visuals frankly distracted him from paying more attention on the basic functionality of the design. Because he was very much willing to sacrifice a bit of performance if it made his mech look better, his products would never reach their full potential in terms of performance!
"So what? With my current design ability, my mechs already perform well enough to keep up with competing products."
While Ves did care about about the performance of his mechs, he did not fixate on improving it at all costs. Mech designers such as the Skull Architect were so sensitive towards inefficiencies that they would keep themselves preoccupied for weeks or months just to find a way to solve a minor issue.
During his time with the Whalers, the Flagrant Vandals and Lydia's Swordmaidens, Ves made an important observation that shaped his perspective on mech design. While many people tended to nitpick over the technical specifications of a mech, hardly any mech pilot ever managed to reach the upper limit of what their machines were capable of! What a mech could do in theory and in practice were very different!
Again, the example of the Skull Architect came to mind. His mechs were such impressive high-performing machines that one would think that his products would dominate the battlefield. The reality was very much different, especially in a very poor environment like the frontier.
Only aberrantly-skilled mech pilots, expert candidates and expert pilots hit or surpassed the limits of their mechs. The overwhelming majority of mech pilots always performed significantly worse than the capabilities of their mechs implied.
Therefore, rather than wrack his brains on maximizing the theoretical performance of his mechs, Ves would rather attempt to increase the average performance of the mech pilots that used his products.
"This approach is central to my design philosophy."
Shaping opinions and brainwashing his mech pilots through a mix of spiritual and visual design were very underappreciated aspects in modern-day mech design.
Any product or work of art that involved some design aspects always conveyed a meaning.
Ves just recognized this fact and weaponized it in order to advance the goals set by his design philosophy.
"Let's not kid myself. The biggest reason why I bother so much with visual design is because it will help me sell more mechs!"


Humanity has conquered half the galaxy and the Age of Mechs reigns supreme!

Ves Larkinson lacked the genetic aptitude to become a famed mech pilot. Fighting against his fate, he studied mech design in order to express his love for mechs as a builder instead of a soldier.

When Ves graduated from college, he returned to a new but empty boutique. Left with a small, newly founded mech workshop that his father painstakingly built with a mountain of debt, Ves somehow needs to make ends meet with the bank breathing down his neck.

In the midst of his despair, he found salvation from another legacy his father had left.

"Welcome to the Mech Designer System. Please design your new mech."

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Mu Lan was smiling all the way and eating her breakfast slowly. Whereas Hugo was driving the car and showing her all the remarkable places in Paris.
She was thinking, 'Huh, Liang Liang, did you really think everything will go according to your plan? Did you really think that the way you are trying to court me you'll be able to get my heart and body? Why don't we find that out? Let me show you the real me.' She gave her the most mischievous smile.
Hugo who was driving while chewing his breakfast. Sensing something ominous, he looked at his left and saw her devilry smile, he was taken aback. However, he didn't say anything and drove to the Louvre Museum.
Louvre Museum is the world's largest art museum and historic monument in Paris. Mu Lan learned that hundreds of thousands of classic and modern masterpieces were a part of the huge collection at the Louvre Museum.
When Mu Lan saw it the day before yesterday, she didn't pay much attention to it. Actually, she didn't even want to think about what happened that night.
Last night, she opened her diary and started to make a list. She didn't have her memory of her previous activities, so she wasn't sure that she was studying Fine Arts.
However, when she started to paint, she realized that she lacked knowledge in various aspects. She was really surprised at first. Later she knew that she had to work hard for it. Yesterday she was given a Tablet by Assistant Ju Long. He said that it was an order from Mu Liang. Though it was a new product, she found it a bit ancient. She didn't think much and used it to study Arts all night.
Mu Lan wanted to taste the life of Art before she went to the University. So she planned to visit there. After she finished her breakfast, she wiped her mouth and looked out to enjoy the view. The day was sunny and the sunlight was shining brightly. Mu Lan found it very pleasant and adjusted her eyes to the light.
Soon they arrived and it wasn't as attractive as it was at night. However, a palace was always grand. Hugo showed their passes and entered. Though Mu Lan was prepared, yet she was surprised and mesmerized; she thoroughly enjoyed it and after some more observation she got all philosophical. She realized an important thing- 'The best art ever created was life itself!' She observed and she learned a very important thing. She learned that art was life.
During their lunchtime, they went to a nearby park and had their feast. It felt like a picnic. Hugo wasn't a friendly person, so he didn't bother Mu Lan and was observing the area with his professional eyes. There weren't many people in the park because it was a working day. There were two or three people sitting alone and lying down. There were two girls reading. There was also an artist painting. There were some couples, sitting and kissing. It was a normal thing in Paris and no one minded.
After lunch, she lied down on the grass and studied for an hour. There was a huge tree beside her, which cast its shadow over her making her calm and tranquil.
After studying, she sat up and thought of going home. Thinking of home, she smiled. She really started to think of that mansion as her own home. Everyone was very friendly and kind-heartened. They were all very caring too. Except for one, who had started to make her life upside down. It was the demon. But how could she know if he was at home? Suddenly, an idea popped up in her head. In the huge Mu mansion, there must be some security cameras. If she got to know some tricks to hack the surveillance system, it would be of huge help.
Mu Lan started to Google 'how to hack'. She read the articles for a while and she was shocked to know how easy it was to hack. At first, she hacked her own cell phone and it took less than a minute. She found it very interesting. It was as fun as solving puzzles. Then she read the functions for the high-level hackers. Surprisingly, the codes looked familiar. She was startled.
'Could it be that I was a hacker?' She thought. That must be the reason why she was the target. 'That makes sense.' Another mischievous smile appeared on her lips. 'If I really was good at it, then I can easily hack in the surveillance system.'
An hour later, Mu Lan reached home knowing Mu Liang wasn't there. After changing, the first thing she did was to go to the dog house. When she got closer, Oscar barked loudly. Mu Lan put down the hot pot which was in her hands and opened the lid. In a second the smell of beef steak filled the area. Oscar also stopped barking and came to her suspiciously.
The color of Oscar's body was black, grey and white. It was a good and rare combination. He was also very good looking. He smelled the steak slowly. After a while, he bit and started to chew one of the steaks. He waggled his tail and barked in a friendly tone.
Mu Lan smiled cunningly. 'I asked Hugo about your favorite dishes honey. Feel free to eat.' She thought. Then Mu Lan saw a beautiful snow-white German Shephard come out of the dog house. In a stylish way, it walked towards them and nudged Oscar. Oscar gave some space so that it could also eat.
Mu Lan was astonished by his gentle gesture. 'It must be Lucy, his wife. Oscar is a very caring husband. Lucy is sure a lucky one.' Mu Lan prayed to Buddha, 'Please give me a loving and caring husband too.'
When she saw them eating, she took out her diary and ticked two points. 'Avoiding in the morning, done. Hacking the surveillance system, done. Becoming a friend of Oscar and Lucy, done.' She closed the diary and looked at the balcony which was attached to her room. 'Now for the next plan.....'


"You're the moonlight that lights up the night's darkness~ 
You're the rain that patches the dried up lands~ 
You're the breath that keeps my heart alive~" 

"Haha, hubby, you're becoming better at flattering me" 

"As long as it is for you, I can become better at anything you want, my dear wifey." 

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While running away for their lives, she sacrifices herself to let her beloved escape. Hua Lan wakes up in an unfamiliar, luxurious room to find that she's unable to recall anything about herself. Learning that information regarding her existence is wiped out and that she needs to be cautious of the people out there to get her, Hua Lan starts a new life with a new identity. 

Surrounded by her dotting, handsome husband and his loving family, Hua Lan (now Mu Lan) adapts herself to her new life. But now in her dreams, she can hear a girl whispers: "Until you say 'I love you', I'll keep our memories shut. Farewell, my love." 

Mu Liang knows that there is something mysterious going on around her. She got a mystifying background and perplexing capabilities. But he doesn’t care about who she was in the past and why they keep attacking her. All he can think of loving her, cherishing her, locking her up so that she will never return to her past. Because he knows that he won't be able to live a moment away from her. 

They are trying to figure out the mystery regarding Hua Lan. But she needs her memory back. The best doctor cannot understand why she cannot remember anything. 

However, looking at a pair of cruel eyes, her head hurts. Since she cannot regain her memory, they have to choose another way to solve her puzzles. But what will she do after she regains her memories? Someone and some people have to get some face slaps. But who will get the slaps? And who will be able to laugh in the end? 

***This is a story about a girl who fights for herself and the people she cares about. She will try to find out who she is after losing her memory and people around her will help her to solve the mysteries around her. 


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