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 Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 5:19 pm
Previous updates will be stored here for reference.I was a happy boy, even though he never really had the time to spend with me, I content with every minute we spent together.
But now I'm not sure anymore. It's been so long since he promised to return, the waiting is really getting tiresome.
They tried to convince me that he would surely return by tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow...
But when tomorrow came, there was nothing but another disappointment, and another lame spark of hope that,
surely, he'd return tomorrow, right?
I have gotten tired of all of this. Really, really tired.
==================== Departure ====================
"Quite a few students have signed up for the field trip, I'm rather excited."
Said Herei with a cheerful expression. But in return he was faced with a rather gloomy face from the headmaster.
"So I have agreed to your suggestion, advisor, but do you think it's a good idea for students to---"
The advisor simply waved and cut off Norman's rather repetitive uncertainty with a gracious smile.
"It'll be okay. After all, we are training them to become future saviors who can protect themselves, not future royalties who need to be protected by others."
That was a strong argument. At least, enough to force the hesitant headmaster to nod and smile.
"Ah yes...I suppose you do have a point there, advisor. So how is the preparation going?"
"Well, I have sent out announcements to students who have signed up for the field trip which should contain a list of tools they will need to purchase and bring with them. Whether they really abide by the instruction or not is out of my ability." Another smile, this time more on the strict side.
"Thick winder coat, warm boots, multiple socks, easy-to-carry sources of calorie, water, ropes, compasses, walking-stick, knives, hammers..."
"w-wait, what?" Norman interrupted Herei as he began to read down the list. "I understand about personal warmth and food, but why the surviving tools and weapons?"
"You never know what to expect, Headmaster." Herei gave Norman a small wink as if this wasn't a serious business at all, "As far as I can remember, last time our saviors got helplessly lost in a forest out of nowhere in China."
"...Are you saying you are expecting the same thing to happen this time?"
"Better get prepared. My instinct tells me that whenever there's magic, there's never going to be a smooth trip."
Norman opened his mouth to object, but found himself at loss of words. It pains him to think that students will have to face possible hardships in this field trip, but at the same time..."
Really now, field trips like this wouldn't seem so dangerous when compared to the actual times when he has to push these boys off to the battleground against the Aliens.
"We depart in a few days, headmaster. No further objections?" Seeing that he seemed to have gotten the upper hand of the conversation, Herei asked gently, eyes sparkling with victory.
"...Very well. Good luck."
Metaplot sign-up is officially over. For those of you who have signed up, get ready!
( a map of the area will be updated ASAP. )
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 5:20 pm
Today, I'm going to leave this place.
It's not because I hate this place. But I simply cannot wait longer.
I am going on a journey, as I told the others, to search for him, to search for what happened.
They are going to reject me, they are going to protest...
But nothing is going to stop me.
Nothing is going to stop me from climbing the stairway to heaven.
==================== The Village ====================
It took roughly an hour of boat ride and 4 hours of plane ride to reach the frozen land, which was closer than he had originally thought.
Advisor Herei and his students from Shinkami had arrived down to the village without much trouble several hours later. The weather was surprisingly nice, and the road was surprisingly quiet. If anything, the students were probably bored to death during the bus ride. There was nothing to see on the frozen continent of Greenland, other than snow, snow, and seldomly pine trees.
But when they arrived at the village the sight changed drastically. Most significantly was the increased number of people around. Herei and his students were no longer the only ones who had set feet on this frozen land, but others, women, men, adults, children...mostly tourists from all over what's-left-of-this-world. It was rather amusing to see this many people gathered at such a small place. And from what he hand heard from the native villagers this was the common scene since the attraction was completed.
The construction of the white tower, huh...
During the first night stay Herei did a survey and found out that aside from the students and tourists, there were around forty some native villagers. Five of which were head of the village, and a majority were (formerly) hunters who had taken up the job of guiding the tourists since the attraction opened to the public. There was also an orphanage, which was quite strange, considering the small number of people here and the seemingly close family ties within the village.
One of the elderly woman told the advisor that the orphanage was founded after the white tower was completed. Perhaps...tourists would come and sometimes forget to bring back their children? How bizarre.
When Herei voiced his suspicions on this matter the elderly woman shook her head and smiled. Really, there were only a handful of children living in there, so it felt nothing more than a regular family with an extra few children. As to where they came from, the elderly woman shook her head again.
"It was unfortunate to see them abandoned, in one reason or another. But at least they have a good home for now."
That was all she said.
When Herei returned to the students he found out that the assigned tour guide was already waiting for him. The girl was young, around the age of some of the students, even. Yet, her strong figure told Herei that she was quite experienced in her job. The students seemed to get along with her fine, which made Herei relax a little (not that anyone could realize with the usual smile he wore on his face). She had also delivered a slightly unfortunate news: the trip to the tower would have to be delayed because a storm was forecast to set in around tomorrow.
Well, Herei sighed, that was to be expected.
So around the time being it was okay to relax and walk around the village, and perhaps find out more about the white tower beforehand. With the number of people here Herei had no doubt that the students would be bored. Villagers aside, there would also be tourists, probably all of them had the same interest as the Shinkami group...
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 5:21 pm
Snow's falling, and falling, and falling...
the world's color is white, for here, it never changes.
I do not despise the color, but if only there could be other colors as well...
Because if the world is only white, I'd be lost at this place,
the tiniest difference will help me, guide me forward.
I have to go forward, I have to find him...
alive, or dead.
==================== The Journey ====================
It was no good, the weather acted as if it's trying to prevent the tourists from departing the village. The villagers believed in God, and so they said it must have been his will that nobody were to approach the white tower these days.
Herei asked if the weather was like this all the time, and the answer was a resounding no. After all, if the weather was horrible all the time, the White Tower wouldn't have become a famous attraction to the few humans left on earth today.
God didn't want people to approach the stairway to heaven. How selfish of him.
Herei thought with a sacrastic smile on his face, which was turned away as the villagers continued their sermon about the holy place that was not to be touched during this holy hour. The advisor was not a man to believe in a mystical being, although he did have his doubts on the abnormally harsh storm that blew almost continuously outside.
A few outsiders have became friends with the boys and the teachers the past few days. Some where teenagers just like the students, and others were professionals, taking interest in the attraction in all sorts of ways. As the days were delayed, unrest rose among the students as well as the tourists. It would be only a matter of days before the camp became a heated battleground, as sides began to form, one wanting to go back to where they belong and the other wanting to wait longer.
Although Herei knew his purpose was different from all the tourists. The students may or may not know, but as the leader of the group he had to make a decision soon, very soon...
"We are departing tomorrow."
The advisor announced lightly at dinner to his boys and fellow staff. The students looked up at him with a degree of curiousity.
"We are going ahead for the tower tomorrow. I have obtained a map from the villagers, we should be okay without a guide."
There were murmurs, then chatters, then eventually the room was alive with all sorts of conversations going on. No doubt some of them were questioning Herei's sanity. Going ahead and disregarding the villager's advise? In storms like this? Further more, if the guides were not there to aid them and the villagers wouldn't support them, then...
"We are going by foot, so get ready." Herei confirmed the suspicions with a nonchalant smile. "After all, transportation may not always be available in future battlefields."
Harsh words, and the way Herei said it, it was no wonder some students considered him a demon (no puns intended).
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 3:08 pm
I feel cold, hungry, and tired.
But I see hope, I see the white tower standing before me.
I take a step forward into the stairway to heaven, and feel the warmth around me.
I feel cold no more, hungry no more, and tired no more.
One more step to my goal, one more step to the truth.
I will reach the top, I know I will.
Because something tells me that I will.
Because someone is expecting me there, someone is calling me...
==================== Request ====================
Herei made sure that everyone got up as early as possible and get out of the village before the natives wake up and try to stop them. It all went smooth at first since nobody could really sleep soundly due to excitement, but the sound that woke Herei up was not the sound from his own group, but someone outside, someone from the village.
Footsteps, then yellings and some murmurs. The advisor frowned a little. Did something happen that woke the natives up as well?
Just as he stepped outside to take a look at what was going on a young woman approached him with an air of tension and urgency. The natives who stood outside were probably waken up by her as well, and none looked pleased.
"What's going on?" Did she somehow find out about his plans? Not likely.
"He...he's missing!" The young woman cried out, fists clung tightly against her chest. "That boy's missing! I can't believe he'd actually...please, someone has to help him!"
The boy? Herei blinked, then some memories came rushing back. He recognized the woman as one of the caretakers from the village's orphanage, which he had passed by a few days ago. Did a child from the orphanage disappear? Before he could reply, however, the woman inched closer and shoved a note in his face. The handwriting, very neatly and clearly written, said:
I'm going to the White Tower to find father.
"He...he really did go didn't he?" The young woman's voice lowered to almost a whisper as tears circled in her eyes. "But with this kind of weather, and without any transportation...he..." Then, as if something snapped, the young woman looked up with an eager expression.
"Sir, you...you are tourists, are you not? Please, will you help me to find him? I don't know what I'd do if something happens to him, what should I say to his relatives..."
Relatives? But he lived in an orphanage...
"Melody, what are you doing??"
An angry voice rose behind the two and made the young woman twirl around. It was the village's head.
"But sir, Mr. Raguel's son ran off to the White Tower by himself! I...there has to be someway to get him back!"
"......"
The village head was silent for what felt like a long time. People gathered around him, and the murmurs were getting louder.
That boy...I knew there was some problems with him.
It can't be helped, if he's too stubborn to stay in the village, maybe the tower's a better place for him.
A weather like this? You've got to be kidding me. Who did the kid think he was, God?
Tsk, it'll be better if he didn't come back...!
The advisor turned to look at the woman, who began sobbing a while ago. She surely have heard the murmurs, and it was certain that the villagers didn't side with her. He frowned, was the boy really a horrible person?
"We'll go and save him, right?"
Several of the students, apparently alerted by the commotion, stood in the doorway. One of them looked at Herei expectantly, obviously unhappy with the villagers' attitude. Herei dazed for but a few seconds, then chuckled and nodded.
"We'll go and find him." Herei smiled at the young woman, who looked shocked but nonetheless joyful. The villagers looked shocked as well, some of them turned around, perhaps ashamed by their earlier comments. The village head frowned, but eventually nodded, "If you must, guests. But we cannot provide transportation in a storm like this. Will you be okay with that?"
"Of course." The advisor smiled again. It was what he had planned originally, after all.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 5:44 pm
Stairs, one by one up the endless spirals.
The feeling is strange, I do not know why.
I do not feel exhaustion, and my legs keep on moving.
How long have I been walking? How much is left until the end?
How much longer must I endure...?
==================== Storm ====================
"You didn't have to come, the weather is quite harsh, Miss Melody."
The young woman, Melody, shook her head firmly and stared back at the nonchalant advisor. "I am currently his guardian, I must go." She then smiled a little. "I am very thankful that you are willing to..."
"Don't mention it." Herei chuckled. "If you must, thank my students."
The young woman's eyes went wide for a moment as she shifted her attention to the chatting boys behind Herei. There were so many of them, did the good advisor have to take care of all of them? For her, one boy was enough...
The group had been walking for about an hour. Even though Herei denied it on the surface, it was actually quite helpful for Melody to come along. For one, she knew the main route that leads to the white tower. It was a rather long walk, but they should be able to make it there by the end of the day.
"There is a small lodge for guests staying over at the tower not far from it, we can camp there overnight." Melody said, her mood seems to be a lot better than this morning. Meanwhile, the young woman adjusted her fur coat and stuck her chin under the collar of her sweater. The weather was not too cold, but windy. The sky was rather dark at this time of the day and snow were blowing all over people's faces. Whether it be snow falling from the sky or blew up from the ground, it was difficult to tell.
To make matters worse, the further they walked, the stronger the wind blew, and the darker the sky felt. Eventually even the boys stopped chattering and focused instead on walking and seeing where they were walking. It felt as if a person could be blown away if he didn't pay attention.
A horrible day for a field trip. Herei thought with a sacrastic smile. He was reminded of the rumors that went on back in the village. Could it be that GOD was trying to prevent them from reaching the tower?
Before the advisor had a chance to laugh at his thoughts, Melody screamed something to his ears. The howling sound of wind, however, easily covered most of her words. The only thing he could hear before it actually hit was...
---storm.
As if trying to confirm his thoughts, the wind suddenly changed directions and was far stronger than it already was. The surrounding melded with the black sky in a chaotic gray. Herei could feel snow, in the form of icicles, jabbing his skin. He immediately covered his face with his long sleeves, but...
What about the boys? With the sleeves covered, He could not see. Struggling to keep both eyes open, the advisor looked around hard, but all he could see were chaos. He called out the student's names, but his voice could not be heard, for the wind screamed in his ears, making it impossible to hear even his own voices. For now, all he could do was to stand firmly still on the ground and wait for the storm to pass, and hope that everyone was alright.
Surprisingly the storm passed almost as quickly as it came. Winds calmed down and the sky suddenly brightened. Opening his eyes Herei could feel the glare of the sun above him. It made him squint a couple of times before truely adjusting to the brightness of the surroundings. When he looked around again he saw Melody, slowly readjusting herself just as he did.
"Are you okay?" Seeing the young woman, who looked up, Herei asked, his voice a little unstable due to the aftershock.
"Yes..." Melody replied with an exhausted voice, then her jaw dropped as she stared at the surroundings.
"Where is everyone else?"
Her words felt like heavy object hitting Herei's stomach. There was a dull pain, then the equally painful realization that there were nobody else around but Melody and himself. More than that, they were nowhere near the original route. Their surroundings were unfamiliar and barren, much unlike the wide main road that they were on.
It was the storm. It blew them off course and separated the boys and the other tourists.
Melody nearly collapsed as her knees fell onto the ground. "This can't be happening! How..."
"No time to panic, Miss Melody." Herei's voice, now gained its stability, was light but serious. His eyes had finally managed to find a familiar structure up ahead.
The White Tower.
"What should we do now?" Hearing his words, the young woman looked up with a desperate expression. The advisor didn't answer. Instead, he pointed to the white tower and looked at Melody. It was clear that there was only one thing they could do now...
Reach the White Tower, and either, call for help, or perhaps meet the rest of the group there. Even though it may sound ridiculous, but somehow, he trusted the students. They should be able to find their way to the White Tower...
They will, they must.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 10:36 pm
The first thing I realized was the fact that my eyes are closed.
Did I fall asleep?
Opening them, an unfamiliar sight entered my vision.
Ceiling, far too high for me to reach, decorated with glimmering gold and various paintings.
Then there is fog, not the cold, wet one out there in the snow field, but somewhat warm.
There is also a strange scent in the air, as well as...music?
But laying on the ground does not help me in my observations. I sit up, and turned my head, only to confront a light, glowing in the shape of a human being.
Father...?
No, father does not have wings.
The figure stands---floats, rather, and approaches me, its features become clear as the distance between us become closer.
A beautiful face, too beautiful to be human.
Is it god?
Did I die?
==================== Broken Steps ====================
The storm had miraculously vanished after it hit the group. For the rest of the trip, the sky was as cloudlessly clear. However, the good weather did not bring up the mood of the two travelers, as both of them had their minds focused on their lost comrades. The taller male had a faint smile on his face, but it was merely a cover to hide his boriling thoughts. The female's anxiety was more obvious, although she was able to express her feelings more openly as she talked to the man, her words nonstop, almost as if she's trying to distract herself so that she would not break down and cry.
The woman, Melody, was a native. Thankfully, she was able to relocate the main road that led to the white tower. If there was no other troubles, she calculated and concluded that the two would be able to reach the tower in a few hours or so. But the few hours of time were more than she could bear being silent. Herei, the man, saw through that, and was smart enough to start a conversation with her. Surely enough, Melody hasn't stopped talking ever since.
"Mr. Raguel was not a native. He was a traveling architecturer." The young woman said, keeping her eyes focused up ahead. "He came here a few years ago and was the one who started the whole white tower project in the first place. We were just a small village back then, barely surviving on hunting and fishing after the war. At first nobody trusted him, but when he came back again with a group of his fellow workers and lots of money with them, the villagers thought it would be nice if he really did come up with something nice to get themselves out of the harsh environment. Mind you, we were not educated, so whatever Mr. Raguel claimed we eventually believed."
Melody breathed, trying to think back as hard as she could. "That man was ambitious. But he had a great leadership ability. He saw something mysterious in the white tower, which was originally only a really tall hill. Now that I thought about it, a lot of things he said didn't make sense, such as how he claimed that God lived up that hill, and the white tower was supposed to lead us straight to God. I don't know how many villagers actually believed his words, but they supported him nonetheless. But I did hear from the elders that all they wanted was to use Raguel's plan to get the village out of poverty. What he said, in the post-war world, is no longer an insane man's talk. Humans were saved by magic, that you should understand the most, right, Advisor?"
Hearing his title mentioned, Herei looked to Melody, who really didn't need an answer. But she was right, the man nodded. Humans, who had been relying on their intelligence and actual ability, were forced to believe in miracles, and were forced to admit that there were stronger beings out there. Religions that had died during the height of human's technological revolution came back again. It can't be helped. When the elves were reawakened the human principle were turned up side down. At Shinkami, humans worked with elves.
"Mr. Raguel's project went smoothly at first. But the longer the project lasted, the more strange the man became. One would say he is very passionate about his work, but it was no longer passion, it was obsession. I heard one of his workers described, every day he'd climb to the top of the newly built stairs and stare upwards, hands reaching as if he was trying to grab onto something. They didn't pay attention to his behavior at first. But as more stairs were built the time it took for Mr. Raguel to climb to the top became longer and longer. And one day, he climbed up, and disappeared, never came down again. A few of the workers were dragged along with him, and the rest waited at the bottom for days...but none came down."
"Did others go up to look for him?"
"No..." Meloday fell silent. "Something happened that prevented them from doing so. I will show you when we reach the tower."
"In any case, the project was never finished with its leader gone. The worker who stayed eventually moved away. The villagers, angry at Mr. Raguel at first, discovered the healing effects of the white tower soon after. And that's when this whole attraction thing started." The young woman sighed, pointing ahead.
"We are here at the shelter."
True enough, when Melody talked time seemed to have gone faster. Before long they were standing at the base of the white tower, in front of a small hut with a large billboard that said "At Foot of Heaven".
Cheesy name for a resting place. Herei chuckled.
"Oh good, the phone seems to be working here." Melody called out after rushing into the room. "We can use this to contact the villagers and get them to help us. The storm's passed, so there's no reason for them to keep hiding...."
The young woman didn't finish her words before other foot steps were heard outside of the hut. Who could they be?
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 11:51 pm
"...When humans populated the earth the Gods decided to withdraw from this corrupted world and move to an alternate space, never to return. It was the humans' fault, because they have been relentlessly invading the homelands of other races, and considered themselves the supreme race of all even though they were actually the weakest. Nonetheless, humans took peaceful life styles of other races as their advantage, forcing them to give up their lands, one by one...There was one race that fought fiercely against the humans, but the rest, like the Gods, retreated to uphold their own principles. We did not loose to the humans, mind you, we merely didn't want our hands to be stained with the blood of these disgusting and humble creatures.
The Gods granted us, the race that was mostly favored, a gift, a floating continent high up in the sky. It was a land that humans could never reach, even with their technologies, because it was well protected by magic. But recently something changed. Athena's power were weakened due to the awakening of the dark race. The floating continent could no longer shield itself from humans' eyes. We knew it was only a matter of time before our magic permeated through and reach the creatures below.
Your father was the first to took notice and sought us out."
The beautiful creature, now standing close to me, is teaching me the history of Earth...from an Angel's perspective.
Angels...the minor race that father wanted to reach.
"A pathetic man, thinking that he could reach the Gods."
Despite its beautiful face, I see a foul soul in front of me, speaking ill of the person that I admired the most.
"Where is he?" I demand, only to be brushed off with a light smile.
"He has accomplished his goal and reached the Gods."
My fist tightens as the angel continued to speak. Was father killed by this creature? If so, I must seek revenge.
"Or should I say he failed?" The angel continued, golden eyes focusing on my eyes. "He failed to reach us. When we found him, his soul already left his body."
Failed? No, father couldn't have, not after spending all his life trying to build the stairways to heaven---
"You killed him---!"
==================== Barrier ====================
Herei's smile widened as he regonized the four people who approached him: three students, and one tourist, all belonging to his group. It was a great relief, even though there were still others out in the snow, somehow the advisor knew they'd reach the tower. They were, after all, from Shinkami. Melody, who walked out of the shelter, almost broke down to tears seeing the four. Only this time it was tear of happiness. The group had a brief reunion chat, and before long, the other students and tourists had arrived also. Melody mentioned something about the trip being magical. It sounded cheesy, but Herei couldn't help but to wonder if the white tower really had something to do with it. They were separated so easily, and now reunited at the foot of the grand architecture...
"Can we go in?" One of the tourists broke Herei's thoughts, who in turn looked to Melody. The young woman said something about the workers being prevented from looking for Mr. Raguel, who climbed the tower and never returned. Melody stared at everyone for a moment, then sighed and stood up.
"Come, let's go in. I'll show you the stairs that Mr. Raguel built."
Curious, the group followed Melody into the tower. The white tower, on the outside, looked nothing more than a spiky hill that was completely white in color. Although it was too tall to be any kind of natural forming hill, there weren't any trace of human construction to it either. The inside, however, was completely different. The base were well polished with marble stones with all kinds of carvings on them. If one looked carefully, they'd be able to tell that they were carvings depicting stories from the Bible, a book that was once popular among religious groups before the war. Every few tiles or so there were indents that held silver torches, lit by carefully built-in oil pumps. Lighting any one of them would have triggered a reaction that went on to light every single torch in the room. Melody did so, and the darkened hallway was illuminated by white flames---the color originated from the special metal that was integrated into the fuel.
As the views in the room became clear, so did the reason to why the workers couldn't search for their leader. In the center of the room was an altar that was probably used as the base of the staircase, but the stairs were nothing but a bare backbone structure that was impossible to walk on. But then the question came, how did Mr. Raguel climb stairs like these?
"The stairs weren't like this before he climbed up. By the time other workers came and look for him, that's when it happened. It's almost as if someone purposefully destroyed the stairs overnight." Melody sighed, circling around the altar. "We told the tourists that the stairs were purposefully built like this to prevent them from actually climbing the stairs in case anyone was greedy enough to pursue the wish granting prophecy. But in truth, we were confused by this also."
The group fell silent. Herei didn't know what others were thinking, but it was almost an disappointment on his part, to be unable to climb the stairs himself. He didn't believe in the wish granting prophecy, but for entertainment purposes he thought it would be fun to try out. In addition, something was still bugging him.
The boy that they were asked to find, where is he? Herei looked around, the room was spacious, but certainly not big enough for anyone to be out of sight at any location. In other words, the boy was not in the room.
"Where is...Mr. Raguel's son?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 10:08 pm
Before I realize what has happened, I feel my body being flung backwards and, contrary to my thoughts of what is going to happen, I am suddenly floating, my body beyond my control.
"We of the supreme race do not dirty our hands with the measly lives of humans. Your father's blind ambition is what led to his doom. Like I mentioned, he was already dead by the time we found him. The only thing we did was to relieve his soul."
The angel smiled at me, but its smile is not a predator's smile. Rather, he is looking at me as if I was some kind of rare jewel, some kind of exciting discovery.
"We have been waiting for you..."
Waiting for me? Who am I? Certainly not the first human to discover angel's reappearance, not before my own father...
"Why me?"
"Because you are special. You hold the seed which will awaken the power we once worshipped. You, my child...are blessed by our God."
...What? That does not answer my question. Why me? Why am I being blessed? I hate angels, I hate this race that has killed my father. So why am I, someone who doesn't believe in God, someone who doesn't even like to be blessed, out of all humans that could not possibly be happier to be told that they were blessed, chosen?
The creature reads my mind. It smiled again.
"This is what you humans call fate."
From this moment on, my fate is no longer determined by myself.
==================== Fate ====================
The room suddenly fell silent as the said Mr. Raguel's son appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the room with a golden aura around him that was shaped like a pair of wings. From Melody's expression the advisor knew the boy had changed. Of course, no normal human beings would possess such a magical aura with him.
But the light quickly subsided as young Mr. Raguel opened his eyes. The boy looked around, not at all surprised at all the people staring at himself. Instead of curiosity, the expression that the boy wore was none other than pure exhaustion, indicating that a lot of things had happened. Eventually though, a sorry expression surfaced on his face as he turned to Melody.
"Sorry for all the trouble..."
The young woman stared back, hard, then as if something snapped, she leaped to the boy's side and hugged him tight. Tears flowed out of her eyes like river streams. Of course, they were tears of happiness.
"Don't you worry me like this again! What would I do if something happened to you...oh, I'm so glad you are okay!"
Seeing the lost boy found and the group reunited, Herei finally breathed a sign of relief. Even though they never got to climb the tower itself, the trip was not so bad after all. There were a lot of things that were not resolved, but it seems that the boy was holding a lot of answers to his questions. For the advisor, it was another fun puzzle to decipher.
About two weeks later a letter arrived at young Mr. Raguel's orphanage. It was a formal invitation from the famous Shinkami School of Saviors.
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