This chapter tells the starting point of the story in chapter 1. This chapter is a distorted memory of Ataru from his perspective. Oh, I also forgot to mention what Ataru was humming. It was his best performance of Chopin nocturne. Op. 9 no.2. Everything mentioned about music plays a role that tells a memory within their fingertips. His distorted memory within the system had altered some parts that really didn't happen or it was greatly exaggerated. That's all for me!! :) 8 left
With the last photograph of memories in the void I drifted from, I was suddenly pulled from the void. I left all the film strips of memories of someone in the void that tells the story of how someone lost his will to play his instrument. I acquired his memories, thoughts, and emotions through the film strips I saw and felt.[31 May. 2:30 A.M. - In the room of Seraphim.]“Nghh…” My head still hurts. My fever was still high. The towel had lost its coldness and was plainly wet on my forehead. Mirai was sleeping beside me, holding my hands tightly. Flure was on the sofa while Louis was sleeping on a chair. It’s already May 31, yet these dreams haunt me still. A series of dreams continued to appear, telling me something, reminding me of something. I have no response to all the questions I was asking. I don’t know where I will find the answer to these dreams. A series of disappointments, delusion, pain, and regret. I removed the towel from my forehead. I placed it on the side of my bed. T
The emptiness of life within the darkness absorbed my thoughts and dreams as I stared into the ceiling of the first house where I resided. Its darkness clouded my vision of happiness, and I simply let it play with my life like a blood flow, slowly, painfully, excruciating, as it corroded to what I thought I would never get. Then my life turned around, and I looked back from the light as I had already embraced the darkness. The fleeting sense of life was slowly moving away from me, but I ran. I ran as fast as possible to catch up to the people in the light. They held out their hand, waiting for me to grab it. Gleefully embracing, sense of relief. The light that I grab in the darkness of life. A once empty space has now been filled with the light of happiness and was slowly being rebuilt to once what consider was a ‘normal living.’ “Yeah. That’s what life is, right, Seraphim?” I said as I was enveloped by the light, instantly blocking all of my senses. Welcome To Black Space—0/3=
The goodbyes foretell the situation that would happen in the future, within this time that has been stopped with infinity. The darkness surrounding every life creates a new branch for a precious tomorrow. “Goodbye.” Imagine Mirai’s goodbye with those gleaming eyes and a smile from the space apart from me. Waving her final goodbyes. What if tomorrow never comes? What if time never works on my way? Would it affect the fate that I will choose? Will it heal these hearts of ours for the duration of life? {I think it’s not quite right.} I thought. That goodbye to those who believe in a precious tomorrow. That goodbye, who thinks that the world should end tonight. Then, I should just do my way even if it would hurt me. I hope that figure is something good. ‘Shlaaa…’ A less visible light glints as I face the world I need to restore for it to move forward to tomorrow. For everyone to think of a brighter tomorrow with yesterday's regret. “Welcome to Aestheric Mundtro Wriold.” The
I could hear the hourglass ticking, slow ticks with a 0.0001 interval in my perception. As this happens, I feel a sense of Déjà vu as we continue to fly forward into the enemy at a fast rate, like there was no danger in front of us. My thoughts and body tell me I've already experienced this scenario. I could hear that distorted wave in my ear as the monster launched an attack on us. We were still blinded by the crimson-colored light from the light the eye had created and the miasma altering our senses. With the help of the early enchantments, we can keep up even though it was too hard to see and move while covering our eyes with one hand and holding our weapon on the other. [Flame: Give me Eyes. Time: Accel.] With no seconds to waste, I cast my magic to give me the sight of my surroundings using my flames. I discarded the flame by creating small fragments of it and gave it my eye, enabling me to have a 360-degree view. I accelerated my thought process to properly work on the eyes I
Time rushes forward for me as I sweep the world's darkness with the flames of life that flow within my aura. I painted the dark with my trail as I rushed forward to change the fate that it had spoken to. My aura was sparking brighter, removing the smell of the damned that lingered from within the extension of magic from that Monster. I cast a magic circle as I fly. I embedded my words with heavy gravitational pressure from the spell and to the tip of my sword. I trapped the monster by placing a magic circle from multiple sides to halt its evolution. [Sword of Milos: Gravitum/Fallen Down.] I thrust my sword as I approached the core to destroy its source of life. I embedded the tip of my blade with the same output of gravitational pressure that I’d cast. Within contact, it has the potential to shatter the core. That is what I thought… [Flames: Liar Lughma. (Flames of Retribution.)] As I got close to the core, I tightened my hands' grip on the handle of my sword and lit it aflame wi
We watched him thrash around with joy while drool spewing from his mask. Its laugh was certainly scary that I couldn't help but tremble. We were all scared. We couldn't help but be afraid of the sight before us. The fear slowly eats us even if we are enchanted with a lion's heart spell. “Haa… Haaa….” Everyone was panting heavily. We couldn't keep our mouths closed. It felt like the air was being sucked out of us just by looking at the sight of the monstrosity. “Gyahahahahahahaha!!!!” Its laugh echoes, resonating through his broken hourglass, creating an after-effect that shakes the world for a little. The sphere was standing upright, floating behind him. The legs around the sphere were slowly rotating, creating a clanking sound. The fear was getting the best of us. His presence slowly corrupted our minds. Flure raises his hand and slowly puts up his magic. [Holy Pneumocentric: Gate of Heaven.] While casting it, Flure's aura was growing, creating a spark of thunder around the w
As Luemn continued to spew out blood in his mouth and in his eyes, he cried out in pain from the volant light magic. “Gah! Puacch!” He was distraught from the unexpected attack that Flure and Mirai had made. It ran around trying to gather all of its blood that floated from this black, empty world. Louis was in shock from what just happened; his mouth was agape from the sudden attack that the two had made. From his point of view, the lance of light and the magical sword that pierced the Luemn's abdomen were far too close to him; one wrong movement and their spell would also create a hole in his chest or abdomen. “What was that…” Louis said. He was far away from us, but his voice echoed. “A surprise attack. Aren’t you glad?” Flure said. He was grinning, maybe because he had sustained tremendous damage on Luemn or because he had also exacted his revenge by creating a hole in its abdomen. “Aren’t we a badass!” Mirai said. She grabbed Flure’s hand and mine and raised it, clenching our
We ran. We ran as fast as possible to reach Luemn to use the spells we cast earlier. The same magic spells that we didn’t get to use much earlier. We reactivated those spells that can be useful, considering how much mana a single spell costs. A warcry reverberates as if the sound echoes through the concise point of the world. It was a weird mix of feelings as we yelled our battle cry in front of the enemy, preparing himself with multiple combinations of magic and coating its claws with the dark liquid that corroded Mirai’s magic. “Thou had taken many chances, over and over again, Mori. The mirage of the world I’ve given you within those visions wasn’t enough for you to falter. Goodbye to the worthless life you’ve made during these past few days..” Luemn said. As he speaks, he is still able to move so fast that he appears out of nowhere in each of us. [Hölle Sprẳchē: Eclipse.] There was an unsettling figure slowly being made on a black puddle like blood. It slowly raised mimicking