...Berry saw himself in a whole new scene now.He saw a familiar face in front of him. It is the person he once saw being stabbed in his illusions. He saw himself in a familiar place as well. It is the prison room he saw in another illusion.That person was slowly walking towards him. He had a sweet smile on his face. He was saying something; he was talking to Berry. Berry tried to understand but suddenly a lot of scenes started playing in his head. Deaths, cries, and wars. Sufferings and hunger, he suddenly felt an adrenaline rush.The person was still saying something with the same smile. Barry understood nothing, he just noticed that there was a dagger in his hand. He looked at the person standing in front of him. He wanted to kill him. The scenes in his head were getting fiercer. He tried to control himself, but the more that person smiled, the more angry and hollow he felt deep inside.In the end, he wasn't able to control himself. He just stabbed him. The dagger went straight i

"No need to be confused. You were about to be run down by the car and I saved you. That's all pretty simple. Isn't it? And now your focus is supposed to be that you are already late for class.""Ah, my focus, what was that again?" Amira's confusion now looked more serious."Are you serious? You are late for class.""Oh, I am late for class. Yes, yes, I know. I knew it already." She said normally in a low voice until realization hit her. "... WHAT! I AM LATE!? It's a geography lecture today. Miss Devi's gonna kill me, bye see you later." She turned around to run as soon as she finished her words.Arden grabbed her backpack and pulled her back. Right after it, another car crossed from where she was about to run."What are you doing!?" Miss Devi's not the one who'll kill you. You will be the one to kill yourself! Is something wrong?""No, no, no, nothing is wrong. What's possibly gonna go wrong? Everything's alright. Yeah, it is alright. Everyt

The palace had an unusual design. Each floor was almost the same, same arrangement of the rooms, windows, and doors. Except for the one. The one present on the 4th floor had a huge single room way bigger than the once present on other floors, alone occupying the space for 3 other rooms, and the area below the room for the next 3 floors had no rooms, only some windows, each having deteriorated porcelain vases probably used as plant vases. The palace clearly looked rectangular from the outside, but from the inside, it was more like a square. None of them had their attention going on the shape. Instead, they were troubled by something else as soon as they looked at the design.“Hey Orion, look at the stairs.” Zale was examining the building when he got a glimpse of the unusually built staircase. There were pairs of them on the 2nd, 4th, and 6th floor, arranged alternatively to each other. But none were visible on the rest of the floors.“Yup, I saw it,”His voice was coming from a little

So after a long break, I will continue writing regularly soon. But there is an idea that I think can improve the quality of this story by many folds. Before that, I want to discuss the structure of this story.... it's messed up. Suddenly, whatever POV shows up, my English is already a chef's kiss. So I want to give it a new start with a better structural organization.My idea for the story was to get it done in my cultural style. Names, places, history references, everything. For that, I'll have to begin from the beginning.I'll try to begin it as soon as possible. Feel free to give ideas for the story.