A rustling sound from behind his back made him stop from reading the book he's holding.
"Don't call them junk," the elderly professor replied. Struggling to stand up from sitting on his chair, he gently placed the book he's reading on his desk, which was also filled with empty laboratory flasks, notebooks and pens. There was a stain of spilled ink covering the upper corner of his disorganized table. His hair and beard are almost white, with visible streaks of gray, and along with his crumpled and stained lab coat, they all seemed to have been unattended for a long while now.
"It's an artificial spirit prototype made by yours truly, the great Professor-Inventor Zen Xiu, 'cha know?," the professor said with a sly smirk on his face.
The young student was amazed and filled with awe, his eyes wide with interest, but was instantly replaced by ripples of worry, leaving his face creased with apprehension.
"You're creating something that will most likely provoke some of the Elder Council again...," the young man replied with a worried look on his face.
Zen narrowed his eyes as he stared at the fretting student in front of him, completely taking his actions and worry as an insult to his invention.
"Jason, are you trying to say that the ONLY one with the privilege to create four great spirits is the great Elder Council? HM?," he raised his voice and grunted in reply as he grudgingly turned his back on him.
Jason chuckled nervously as he scratched his right right temple with his pointer.
"Please don't sulk like that, Professor. I, well you know...," he paused and walked towards the shelf near Zen's desk. Placing the creature in his lab coat's hollow pocket, he grabbed a book from the dusty shelf.
"Sine Scientia Ars Nihil Est," he said, reading the title aloud. Flipping the pages but without looking at them, he stared at the elderly professor's back.
"Spirits are fine partners for the world, Professor. But we can't fully explain their weird abilities with our science as of now, right? And we can't just go and disturb the balance, sir—"
Zen heaved out a sigh and turned his head only to look at the young man with a scornful face.
"This is why I don't like you Jason. You were never obedient to me. This is why your twin is better than you in being my apprentice," he said gritting his teeth out of anger.
Jason was taken back from what he just said. There was an unsettling silence that came over the room as he returned the book back to it's place. He peeked and saw that the old professor didn't even budge.
"Professor Zen, all I ever did was to worry about what the Council would think and react with what you're doing. But you're certainly misunderstanding me here," he replied as he headed for the door.
"And stop comparing me to Jake because him and I aren't the same. AT ALL."
The professor didn't even bulge as he went back to reading his book and sat on his worn down lab chair, without saying anything. It was as if he didn't hear anything. Jason stood there by the door in silence and decided to go out as the invigorating air swathe him.
Beep. Beep. Beep.Groaning, she waved her hands aimlessly and tried to reach the screaming clock beside her bed."Ugh, I wanna sleep."After a few tries with no luck of silencing the beeping time bomb, she drowned a frustrated scream in her pillows and reluctantly rose from her bed and turned off the alarm.9:00 am."Heck," she said as she looked at the time displayed. "I'm late."Moving as fast as she could, she quickly took a shower and dressed up. Shoving a piece of bread to her mouth while grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, she burst out from the door and ran towards the bus stop."I still have ten minutes. Please."Luckily, she was able to get on the bus and arrive at the place at exactly 9:30 am. She rushed inside and was greeted by her manager with his eyebrow raised."You are late."
Sharp pain stabbed his back as he ran furiously outside the mansion. A lush green rose garden welcomed him at the entrance as he skidded his way towards the gates. Few maids that were tending the rose bushes were startled as they saw the half naked man with bandages scramble his way outside.He was panting feverishly as he got to the main streets of the area. Blood had started to seep out from his bandaged body but he was too distracted to care. The road was empty, and his hope to meet Mr. Kaylus was nearly deflating."Gather yourself Hanji, you can do this."Heaving a deep sigh, he focused and called upon his depleted force. Holding reign of his nearly asleep powers, he convoked his guarding spirit and called it's presence.A gust of wind started to form infront of him as his eyes fluttered open to see The Raven slowly materializing in the air. Normally, it would only take him a snap of his fing
She sprinted down the stairs as another bolt of lightning struck down a building across the street. She could hear a woman screaming on the fourth floor as another roll of thunder went piercing her ears."Run.""Run away from that place. Hurry."The whispers kept coming. Her tear ducts are now swelling, but she had to remain calm. She couldn't understand what was happening and thinks that maybe she was starting to go crazy, but she knew she had to be collected and placid. Sprinting her way out of the building's back exit, she could hear the guy from the maintenance team ordering the tenants to stay calm and stay indoors."Don't listen to them, just follow my directions. Quick."This time, Luna thought about the people inside. Andrea was even inside. Her mind was rammed up with fear and concern for her safety and for everyone
Anthony Reeves was tired of watching the others compete amongst themselves. Maybe if it was Iktanne, it'll look okay. She'll have that fiery look in her deep set, almond eyes, with those black orbs of irises glinting like charcoal whenever she's concentrating on a task. Her straight red hair would bounce back and forth as she prances in glee whenever she gets her sweet cup of victory. It's quite amusing for the him watching her,— putting up a formal and respectable mask in front of everyone—and then seeing her hide in another unoccupied room, squealing and hopping with joy, like a child."Wait, why am I thinking about her?"Sighing, he lazily yawned and checked his examination papers. He was invited for the military exam by his professor that's why he was stuck in that room.Annoying geezer.It wasn't a room actually, but a spacious hall situated at the right wing of the Grand Palace. T
Rain was pouring heavily, leaving some loose strands of hair dangling around her drenched face. Her black converse bonnet is soaking wet and it felt so frore on her head. Calming herself, she listened to the voice in her head, having no other options for help. The creature before her kept grunting as if speaking in a language she doesn't understand."Now Luna, orcs are VERY dumb. All you need to do is repeat after me, and by my signal you should sprint to the direction I told you—to that dark alleyway."Luna mentally agreed but said nothing."Okay, repeat after me... Guergh ferga arghugheda—"Her heartbeat was throbbing loudly against her ribcage as she listened to the voice creating some gurgling-like sounds. But she had no choice but to follow him.❇❇❇"I can see you of-of course!," the normal answered hi
The Pavilion had a few aristocrats roaming around, but not to the extent that they'll bother looking at him padding his way towards the fountain with a statue of a dragon in the middle, spouting water from it's mouth. The fountain was painted in white, as well as the dragon, making the water appear as though it ripples with sparkles.Sighing, Kaylus sat on the bench that was under a lollipop-trimmed tree and started to soothe himself by watching and listening to the water flowing from the dragon's mouth. The statue seemed surreal, as if it stirs something in him. Something familiar, and yet, whatever it is, he can't point it out.Reaching out to his pocket, he grabbed the flaring ruby, ignoring the burning pain it caused on his right palm. He can't do magic here, it'll be dangerous for his family's reputation.He glimpsed to the water again and suddenly, he felt the tiniest tingle of sensation at the back of his n
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblances to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews and such.☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆Hi! Thank you for reading my work. It's still in progress but if you're reading this, I'm really grateful and I appreciate your time. The story's idea was first made by the 12 year-old me (which was about 8 years ago). Too many things happened and because of our family transferring from one place t
"Quaecumque vera doce me."Behind the shadows emerged an old man in pitch black robe that seemed to absorb every bit of light that surrounds him. His droopy eyes showed fiery orbs of red as he looked down upon a young man kneeling on the ground before him, shaking."I speak the language of the common young man. What IS IT that you seek?"As the old man spoke, the walls around them rumbled, filling the void of darkness with echoes of his deep rough voice as crows began to gather around in circles."I—I want to,—ask y-you no, er— I desire to learn the t-truth of y-your P-path, sire...," the young man responded nervously on his knees with his head bowed down low, touching the ground.The old man raised one of his grey eyebrows as he watched the young lad, trying his best to act courageous in front of him but instead, was visibly filled with fear facing him. Interesting.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblances to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews and such.☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆Hi! Thank you for reading my work. It's still in progress but if you're reading this, I'm really grateful and I appreciate your time. The story's idea was first made by the 12 year-old me (which was about 8 years ago). Too many things happened and because of our family transferring from one place t
The Pavilion had a few aristocrats roaming around, but not to the extent that they'll bother looking at him padding his way towards the fountain with a statue of a dragon in the middle, spouting water from it's mouth. The fountain was painted in white, as well as the dragon, making the water appear as though it ripples with sparkles.Sighing, Kaylus sat on the bench that was under a lollipop-trimmed tree and started to soothe himself by watching and listening to the water flowing from the dragon's mouth. The statue seemed surreal, as if it stirs something in him. Something familiar, and yet, whatever it is, he can't point it out.Reaching out to his pocket, he grabbed the flaring ruby, ignoring the burning pain it caused on his right palm. He can't do magic here, it'll be dangerous for his family's reputation.He glimpsed to the water again and suddenly, he felt the tiniest tingle of sensation at the back of his n
Rain was pouring heavily, leaving some loose strands of hair dangling around her drenched face. Her black converse bonnet is soaking wet and it felt so frore on her head. Calming herself, she listened to the voice in her head, having no other options for help. The creature before her kept grunting as if speaking in a language she doesn't understand."Now Luna, orcs are VERY dumb. All you need to do is repeat after me, and by my signal you should sprint to the direction I told you—to that dark alleyway."Luna mentally agreed but said nothing."Okay, repeat after me... Guergh ferga arghugheda—"Her heartbeat was throbbing loudly against her ribcage as she listened to the voice creating some gurgling-like sounds. But she had no choice but to follow him.❇❇❇"I can see you of-of course!," the normal answered hi
Anthony Reeves was tired of watching the others compete amongst themselves. Maybe if it was Iktanne, it'll look okay. She'll have that fiery look in her deep set, almond eyes, with those black orbs of irises glinting like charcoal whenever she's concentrating on a task. Her straight red hair would bounce back and forth as she prances in glee whenever she gets her sweet cup of victory. It's quite amusing for the him watching her,— putting up a formal and respectable mask in front of everyone—and then seeing her hide in another unoccupied room, squealing and hopping with joy, like a child."Wait, why am I thinking about her?"Sighing, he lazily yawned and checked his examination papers. He was invited for the military exam by his professor that's why he was stuck in that room.Annoying geezer.It wasn't a room actually, but a spacious hall situated at the right wing of the Grand Palace. T
She sprinted down the stairs as another bolt of lightning struck down a building across the street. She could hear a woman screaming on the fourth floor as another roll of thunder went piercing her ears."Run.""Run away from that place. Hurry."The whispers kept coming. Her tear ducts are now swelling, but she had to remain calm. She couldn't understand what was happening and thinks that maybe she was starting to go crazy, but she knew she had to be collected and placid. Sprinting her way out of the building's back exit, she could hear the guy from the maintenance team ordering the tenants to stay calm and stay indoors."Don't listen to them, just follow my directions. Quick."This time, Luna thought about the people inside. Andrea was even inside. Her mind was rammed up with fear and concern for her safety and for everyone
Sharp pain stabbed his back as he ran furiously outside the mansion. A lush green rose garden welcomed him at the entrance as he skidded his way towards the gates. Few maids that were tending the rose bushes were startled as they saw the half naked man with bandages scramble his way outside.He was panting feverishly as he got to the main streets of the area. Blood had started to seep out from his bandaged body but he was too distracted to care. The road was empty, and his hope to meet Mr. Kaylus was nearly deflating."Gather yourself Hanji, you can do this."Heaving a deep sigh, he focused and called upon his depleted force. Holding reign of his nearly asleep powers, he convoked his guarding spirit and called it's presence.A gust of wind started to form infront of him as his eyes fluttered open to see The Raven slowly materializing in the air. Normally, it would only take him a snap of his fing
Beep. Beep. Beep.Groaning, she waved her hands aimlessly and tried to reach the screaming clock beside her bed."Ugh, I wanna sleep."After a few tries with no luck of silencing the beeping time bomb, she drowned a frustrated scream in her pillows and reluctantly rose from her bed and turned off the alarm.9:00 am."Heck," she said as she looked at the time displayed. "I'm late."Moving as fast as she could, she quickly took a shower and dressed up. Shoving a piece of bread to her mouth while grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, she burst out from the door and ran towards the bus stop."I still have ten minutes. Please."Luckily, she was able to get on the bus and arrive at the place at exactly 9:30 am. She rushed inside and was greeted by her manager with his eyebrow raised."You are late."
A rustling sound from behind his back made him stop from reading the book he's holding."Professor, what's with all of these junk?," a guy with round rimmed glasses said. He was wearing a white lab coat and his unruly dark hair partially covered his ears and nape. His thick eyebrows were furrowed deep on his forehead as he scrambled over the piles of documents scattered on the floor. Leaning over the table stacked with books and papers of different sorts, he scooped down and held a tiny gray creature with big round eyes and yellow irises. The creature's body was slime-like, yet it seemed to have short limbs and a small mouth that produces a harsh hissing sound when it opens."Don't call them junk," the elderly professor replied. Struggling to stand up from sitting on his chair, he gently placed the book he's reading on his desk, which was also filled with empty laboratory flasks, notebooks and pens. There wa
Congratulations Graduates!The hallway was filled with noise and laughter as students came rushing to see their parents, guardians and friends. Walls were decorated with banners and different spectres of light. Confetti was blasted from above, that left the ground scattered with small pieces of squares with different colors.An announcement was blasted by the speakers attached on the walls."Greetings Imperial Grand Academy graduates! Please proceed to the auditorium for the Ball."The place seemed to get noisier as people squeezed their way to the venue of the ball. Near the corner of the Left Wing, a small crowd of newly graduated students gathered in front of two adjacent rooms. They were chattering and were in glee as they surround a red-headed girl wearing a student uniform which was in gray and gold. She wore a sash from her shoulder down to her waist and was smilin