In a world where I'm still not sure what my role truly is, I'd guess that time was the most important thing that I still had in spades. Well, I say that, but I highly doubt that it wouldn't change in the near future so long as we let the world go around and move forward. In retrospect, it was kind of a bad idea to not even move away from our humble safehouse despite it being located so damn near to an admittedly poorly maintained road. Then again, it might just be my paranoia talking since we've been here for about a year without being disturbed. If I was gauging my own body clock properly, I'd say I was about twenty years old now. My previously short hair had once again grown back to being flowy, back-length crimson locks, and my body had only grown stronger from the constant training alongside Arya and my sister. I never grew in all the places that I used to have more volume

Quickly pocketing the prototype two-way radio, I hurried out of the workshop to find that two of my housemates had already finished packing. Arya had her usual stuff on her, as well as what little clothes she had bought during her usual excursions. Meanwhile, Livia held within her hands two sacks filled with what I could only assume to be our combined clothing. I'll admit that I sometimes got carried away with making a few dresses here and there, but I sincerely hoped that the bigger of the two sacks weren't mine. ...Well, no... It actually was mine... "You heard it, right?" I cautiously asked as I hefted the bigger sack away from my sister's grasp. "Think that's them?" "Possibly," Arya answered, her joking tone completely gone in favor of showing her professional side. "It was from the east, so it's possibly the Vaio pushing forward."&

Back when I was but a little girl glued to daytime children's television, I've always been a bit more... advanced than most kids my age. I might not have been 'graduate college by fourteen' levels of genius, but I was still a bit faster on the uptake than most of my kiddie peers. As such, I remembered constantly pointing out stuff from kid's shows that I found stupid; like asking me what color the star was, or where the painfully obvious wheelbarrow was located. And it didn't even stop there. I actually assumed that these things were how the real world worked. I wizened up, of course, but shows like Scooby-Doo really did an impression on me with just how bad most disguises actually were when faced with a decent amount of scrutiny. And thus, I found myself asking the same damn question in my head for like the fifth time in the past minute: How was this even working? "Act natura

Mathema. On top of the shocking revelation that everyone around me was probably named after someone important in the mathematical world, the capital's ridiculously on-the-nose name didn't even faze me anymore as we entered its increasingly unruly streets. The fact that Imperial guards didn't even check our stuff due to the amount of work they still had to do only meant that they were ridiculously understaffed at the moment. It was a small miracle that I wouldn't take for granted, of course, but for a capital city to be in this much unrest, I kind of get the feeling that it was only a matter of time before the whole city would inevitably explode into a full-blown civil war. And wasn't that just the perfect opportunity to reconsolidate power. "Where's the Princess?!""Where's the Emperor?!" The three of us weaved through the populated stre

Dinner has always been a quiet affair for me. Having been raised in a semi-oppressive household in my first life, the solitude of eating alone was more of a reprieve as opposed to the lonely image that it would evoke to anyone that would notice. It wasn't like my parents wanted to eat at the same time anyway; what with our constantly conflicting schedules and habits. I ate alone at a time far too early for normal people to eat. Meanwhile, my parents would always eat over an hour or two after me; the actual normal times that society deemed it to be breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was weird as a kid, but I just got used to it. Not to mention, it was healthy for the metabolism to eat at earlier times as opposed to eating late at night. This all changed in this world, however. With a loving set of parents and constant companions, eating had somehow become a lively affair at times