Plot Thus Far

[Yuetchi Farandole]

Hazima City is a quiet and nice city to live in, as far as its residents know. Not a lot of major things happen here. A few things here and there, maybe someone has the expected drama happen in their life, but otherwise, it remains relatively calm as a whole.

The men and women, girls and boys, of this city live their lives in peaceful bliss. Their hearts hurt sometimes, but they get over it. They move on. Some say that it shouldn't ever bother you because when you feel that pain, it isn't really you enduring such pain. But indeed, someone else takes the pain for you. Someone else keeps you in check emotionally, makes sure the average human doesn't break under the everyday stresses that we call life.

What we don't understand, is that this is far from a lie. Life is hard, that's obvious. Even the brightest of personalities hides something in the darkness of their hearts that they don't wish for others to know of. What we don't grasp nor understand, is that this darkness takes route in ourselves, and it's created a world of dreary air and negativity. A darker world known as the Otherworld. Its inhabitants? Ourselves. Other Selves created from fragments of us, off of things we hide, things that make us hurt, things that fight for us, while still leaving both sides of the coin unaware of the other. Only when the situations in one's life gets to a breaking point, are we allowed to be made aware of the other's existence. When the fragments must come together in order to achieve the same ends. At the cost of suddenly having to endure everything you've avoided before, you merge with the darkness in you to fight what holds you down. After all, everything comes at a price. When you hurt and you hide it, you still may suffer, but a fragment of you that you are unaware of suffers instead. Oddly however, without one, the other cannot go far in their journey. They still need each other, no matter how different both sides may be, or how similar they are.

In the quiet city of Hazima, as time passes, they might just find themselves so overwhelmed, that the darkness mingles with the light. Then, the uproar will begin.

 

[Yuetchi Farandole]

Hazima City. Spring, dawn of a Monday, the start of a brand new week, at least, for school goers and employees.

Here starts another year at Hazima High School, and marks the beginning of many peoples' lives, connected whether they know it or not, like it or not. For the teachers and staff, they're left wondering how this year will go and how their students will treat them, each other, and the fun heaping schoolwork they're going to be given, some of them worried about impressions, other staff unconcerned really. For the students, they go about their regular stresses of the first day of a new year. New friends, old ones, are they going to get lost trying to find a new class, what clubs are they joining?

The questions on everyone's minds are normal ones, aren't they? Even the most normal seeming questions and events though, can take irregular turns.

Meanwhile in a world completely separate from our own, its usual darkness spans over the vast lands, sections of this strange world completely different from the next, and unique in the oddest ways. They're not left uninhabited however, as the residents of this world roam its surface, each to their own agendas for the most part. What connection lies between this strange world that some individuals can only dream of, and our world is still hazy, still a mystery and merely fictional. Only a select handful from the city have seen this curious place. A student here and there have seen it in a dream. A strange white haired school girl has drawn it before, but just seen as a girl lost in her own fantasies by most.

The question remains though, is it real? For now, we have no idea. It doesn't even seem to matter right now, this world and that are completely separate, with little connection showing thus far. Just strange warriors, with their own appearances. Some of them roam. Many of them fight. They fight almost all the time, and they take pain. Sometimes they take lethal blows but yet still live, which begs the question of why they endure this everyday. Many of them take residence in their own part of this Otherworld. Others merely wander from place to place, such as the girl with the vivid blue eyes, or the pair of red eyes known to span over areas of the world from time to time, watching and observing. Even the strange wisp of white hair, someone who's only been glimpsed, but not identified.