《Accidental Warrior》 The water is Sweet! "Come on Zara it''s your turn up next", Emilia screamed from a distance, waving both her hands towards me. "Coming" I replied back. I picked up my sword, which had been lying on the grass for quite some time. Tied it around my armoured waist, and set off in the direction of the school arena. Thomas who was the next to fight me was already waiting for me there. I gave out a sigh and touched my sword, just making sure it was tied firmly around my waist. "So our champ has already decided to win", an intimate voice said from behind. I was quiet familiar with that voice. It was Jacob. Though he was not a sword artist or he was a fan of this so called sport, always comes to cheer me up and wish me luck. I peeped behind him to look at Cordelia and her jealous face. The fun to look at her vexation whenever Jacob comes near me is a whole lot different and funnier that winning the broch of the world sword art competition. "Looks like the campus belle Cordelia is all fired up today too huh?", Emilia satirised Cordelia. The final call bell was rung, I hurried to the arena. Thomas slowly murmured to me, "Hey, Zara you always win the broch in sword art. You are the most victorious artist in Claive-o-rona. How about letting me win this time, and I promise you a whole premium meal at my dad''s restaurant." he magnified. As expected from this jerk-moron. Always bribing others. But I was moderately wealthy enough to buy that meal myself. I let out a sigh once again. And confidently spoke up, "If you defeat me this time, I''ll let you have all my salary of this month that I get from my part time." His faced strained. "Clash them" screamed the judge, "Let the final round begin". As soon as I heard those words, I pounced over Thomas, though I knew I would win even if I put in my minimum efforts, I did not want to take any chances as that salary was going to be put in grand dad''s medicines. The fight did not even last a couple minutes. "And it''s done, Zara Elliot takes home the golden broch home this time as well. This makes Zara''s seven consecutive wins in the this year''s opening competitions" The person over mic notified. Has it already been my seventh win? I was not sure of that, cause every year it¡¯s the same. I would in the first place and Thomas second. It was no fun. Emilia however would never get tired of watching me fight. "Well done my dear" she exulted throwing both her arms around me. So childish, it would be difficult or maybe impossible for someone to believe this swaggered baby was actually repeating her grade the second time. And is actually 2 years elder to me. All thanks to her dad and mom''s underpin to this high school that she could repeat twice. I patted her small head and gave her the sign to let go off me. It was such a sunny day that my throat dried up like a dessert. "Emilia please take my broch and this certificate back to my desk, I have left my bottle under the tree where I was resting earlier. Wait for me in the class room." I said. Handed her over my stuff and then I paced towards the tree. I was so thirsty that I could faint any moment. I increased my speed, my hydrated self-did know that my bottle was already empty, and that was a real annoyance. However I approached my bottle finally. As I got nearer to the bottle I noticed that it wasn''t in the place I had left it before. My brain was in no mood to think any further, picked up bottle from its misplaced position. The real doubt was when I felt that it bottle had something in it. This was really peculiar. My human brain could make some mistakes too, I thought. I open the lead of my minute bottle, and sniffed what was inside. It felt like normal water, no smell, no colour, and maybe no taste. My hydrated tongue was seeking me to just drink it up. As I would faint any moment if I did not get any hydration. Carelessly I drunk all remaining water because of my thirst. Wait!! The water is sweet. My face brood after I had done this dreadful deed. I looked up and down my body just to make sure I was in my normal state. My first suspect was Cordelia, cause if it is to cut someone''s hair or persecutor one it was not a big deal to her. And yes not to mention that I was her worst enemy. But she wouldn''t do something as to poison someone, would she? I just quit these wired thoughts of mine. And rushed to the class room. I ran up the stairs and on the corridors, it felt really normal, no feel of out of sorts or anything. When I arrived at the door of my classroom. I looked up towards the board that said ''2-C'' liked it had always been for the past couple months. Then I had a final look at myself, I was all healthy. "Awe it''s our champion!!!!!!! Come in, come in. What are you waiting for outside." a familiar voice squealed from inside. It was Emilia again I could tell that blind folded. Once more she threw her whole self on me, " Ah did you suddenly get heavy?" But if I could take her weight without tripping over, I could declared out loud. I am all ''fine''. I gave a hearty smile to her. Cordelia, was right at the back with a number boys from class ''2-A'' and ''2-B'' surrounding her. Not at all a surprise for either of us. But she could not take her big eyes off Jacob our high school''s ''Prince''. She has had a long unrequited love for him, right from middle school. And she scored a whole 95% to get in Claive High School same as Jacob. Good job. Jacob came stood up from his all crowded place, requested the girls who were abutting him, who knows for how long. He came up to me and said with him bright shining; forever handsome, "You fought really well today, Congratulations on your seventh win. I am sure if Mr. and Mrs. Elliot were here, they would be really proud of their pretty and strong girl." I blushed like a tomato, such a handsome boy coming up to me and congratulating me. Moreover he called me pretty. It felt so contenting. Though I did not have any feelings for him in particular, he still is my secret crush. I stumbled while saying, "Ah-Ah, T-thank you Jacob. I too wanted mom and dad to see me win and be victorious" I backed up to my desk, because if one more second in front of his handsome face and I would die. Emilia had already brought in my broch and certificate, and placed it in the mesh under the table. Chewing gum, all sorts of information regarding sword art, a few broken pencils and a picture of mom, dad and grand mom, the people who left me and granddad alone fifteen years ago. "Yeah, finally its over for today." Emilia who dozed off in middle of the last lecture said. She got up like a corpse. "Hope you did not dream of Mrs. Adam in your dream." I mocked at the sleepy lad. "Come on Zara I would never dream of a teacher, and that to not of a physics one." she continued. Happily and joyfully Emilia and I felt the campus. I was so tired after that 3 hour competition that I wished to straight do to bed and sleep like bear. But work is important. "Emilia, Goodbye I''ll be straight going to work now." I bid Emilia at the fork where will usual take on different directions. Emilia straight goes to her home, and I go to the library. " Bye Zara we''ll meet tomorrow at school." she said with that every happy and smiling face," And yes Congratulations again for this seventh win" This was the fiftieth time she said that. I waved at her as she set off. I rushed to the library as I did not want to be late. The narrow street, the same blueish street lamps, and the same noodle shops that fled by seemed so new to me. Even though I had watched past them all the sixteen years of my life. It felt as I were reborn. I rested my chin on my fingers. The only suspect for this unusual feeling was that strange sweet water. I bowed my head low as I walked towards the backdoor of the library. I was still stuffed with my own weird thoughts about the strange sweet water. "Hey dream girl, you''ll bump your head on the door." a very familiar voice said from behind. At the same time I felt someone place his hands gently on my head. I knew it was Jacob, but yet I turned behind pretending to not know the voice and the touch. Just as I guessed, it was Jacob. "Oh it''s you" I lied. "What were you thinking of, You almost hit the door." I did not that I was so close to the door. "Come on. Let''s go." Buy saying that he stepped inside the library. I placed my hand on my head, where he patted me. His warmth did not vanished. Was I falling for him? No way. That''s not possible. "Hey there miss Elliot, why are you all iced up there." Another manly voice said from inside the library. "Oh Mr. Gibbs, please excuse my tiredness. I''ll go get changed." I apologised to the Gray figure standing in front of me holding a support stick in this hand. He was the manager of the library and also a good friend of my granddad; More like a former drinking partner. But that was in the very past. Granddad stopped drinking after my parents and grand mom passed away. He took more care of me and loved me as ''daughter'' not ''granddaughter''. Yes but he still has a hard time controlling the new phone I bought him on his birthday last year, he still continues to call it possessed by some spirit. I had a slit smile on my face remembering those incidents of him being scared of the phone. I looked up and at the whole new pile of books that had to mended properly. They were kept at the very corner of the reading room. I took a random book with a blue and red cover having brown pages from the sides. Looked like a very old book. I turned it over to read the title; ''The forgotten Balgamore god''. "Huh? People actually read books as such. And that to Balgamore." I murmured with a soft chuckle so as to not disturb anyone in the library. "You might not believe it, but this world right now is attached with another shore." someone said from behind. I swiftly turned back to see who it was. "Oh Mr. Gibbs it''s you again. Please stop giving me sudden attacks as such." I grumbled. " Sorry kid, but you are the one who gets scared. Not my fault." he replied back with his eyebrow pinched up. "Oh is that so. Then¡­¡­¡­ how about this weekend I take granddad out on a meal. You can miss one of those elderly talks of yours right?" I guffawed. I knew Mr. Gibbs from a very long time. He was my granddad''s only friend and the same way for Mr. Gibbs- the only friend. " Oh dear you don''t need to do that. I will just go to the account desk." he gave a faked smile and turned around to leave. " Um-m Mr. Gibbs" I stopped him. " About what you said earlier¡­. About our world being connected to another shore. You were kidding right. Like there is no such way that it could happen right? And¡­"Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. " I wasn''t lying kid. Our world is connected with the shore of Griselda." he interrupted. " Gri- what?!" I stumbled. " Well it''s not the time for you to know yet." he departed by saying. I was so confused. A bit more of annoyed. Balgamore, Grise- whatever that was. Aren''t they just myths. " Hey miss Librarian when are you going to get the book for mending upstairs?" another voice attacked me from behind. I turned back once again to confront the person to not peek from behind. "Oh-h it''s you Jacob." My anger suddenly seemed to vanish as soon as I saw his cute face. " Dear my, so many books. It seems as if people read less and play with them more " he too was astound to see the million number of books. "Let me take them up for you" he took a huge amount of books in his arms. " Jacob, wait, you don''t have too. I can lift them" I rushed behind him. "It''s alright Zara." He was about to take the first step up. And " AHHHH!!!!" I knew it. He stumbled on the first step itself. I quickly apologised to the people in the library for the sudden noise. " I already told you. Let me carry them. I am stronger than you. You know right?" I helped him up. Yes, it¡¯s is true, I am a sword artist, I of course am more stronger than him. "Yeah, you should care them instead. I keep on forgetting about my weak body." he mocked himself. "Let''s go upstairs first and then talk. Before that old man comes back screeching" I informed him. We hurried to the Mending Room upstairs. I divided the huge pile of books into two halves; one for Jacob and the other for me. " I am totally worthless as a man aren''t I" he suddenly said out of the blue. "What are you talking about Jac?" I questioned him. "I cannot help you pick up those heavy books every day, because of my weak body and stamina " he apologised. Why was he apologising. I should be the one doing that. He has been helping in my part time right from the time I got here. " Jacob please don''t say that. You make me feel so burdened." I said. We had a small friendly chat. When I am with him I feel like I am in a fairy tale, or a story. Out of this small world. We don''t have to talk each and every day, but when we do, it feels as if we never stopped talking. Out of my senses, I did not know that I had been staring at him from a very long time. "Come on Zara, please don''t stare at me like that. You make me all fluttered with does caramel eyes of yours." he hesitated. Caramel Eyes!! I never knew he had been paying so much attention towards me. People; even Emilia misconstrue my Caramel eyes for brown. Granddad too. Before the silence grew any more awkward, Jacob broke it. "Isn''t it our pay day, the day after tomorrow?" "Umm-m Yep it is." I assured him. "Then I''ll give you the money that day itself." he continued. Coming back to my senses. I quicky denied him," Jacob, you don''t have to do that. I know we are good friends that is why you want to help me, but it will only bundle me with more and more debts." When Jacob came to know about my parents death and my Granddad''s heart illness, without resisting an inch, he volunteered to join me in my part time at the library. "You call my friendly favours ''Debts'', Zara! I help you because I admire you, I respect how you work all day in and night. This is the least I can do for my role model." he stated. I wasn''t exactly expecting these words. "Um Role model." I blushed as red as a tomato. He turned his head towards the window, as if he was embarrassed. I could see his ears go red. "Yeah, the first time I saw you in the arena fighting does strong boys. Wielding the heavy sword so skilfully, I could not take my eyes off you. I had only seen wonder woman do that. I applaud you Zara. Taking care of your granddad. Staying stabilized in your studies. How can you do such stuff so easily?" I was stunned by those compliments! I couldn''t stand it. The person whom I was falling for, thinks so greatly of me. "I am glad you think of me that way, Jac." Searching for the right complimentary words was difficult, I expressed in the least. The silence grew deeper but somehow I managed to not stumble and make a mess. "Fusf!! Finally we mended them all." I sighed as we both put our last glance for the million books we had just mended. "Yeah! It was quite an overblown day today." He said as he wiped-off the sweat from his forehead. We both nodded so as to move to the changing room. Jacob left the room first, as I had to pack all the remaining stuff. I placed all the pens on the main desk properly. Dumped all the waste paper in the scrape. Mr. Gibbs was a very stern person when it comes to discipline and neatness. I had a final look at the room, it looked unused and clean again. "Zara are you done. Need any help." A voice said from behind. I flipped over to see who it was; Jacob. "Ohh Jacob. Yes I am done. I''ll just go to the changing room and change into my uniform real quick." I responded. "Well then I''ll be leaving early today. Mom just texted to come home." he pleased with his head in the phone. "Alright then, you can go on without me." I replied. With waved at each other. I turned back to the table which I had just finished cleaning. My broch that I won in today''s competition was on it. I placed it on the table all the time so that Jacob would complement me. I sighed. Maybe I need to work on showing myself off more. " What are you sighing for kid?" A manly voice said from behind. I recognised the person immediately. "It''s nothing Mr. Gibbs. Just repenting on my failed plan of today''s." I answered with my face still turned towards the table. "You like Jacob don''t you?" he revealed without hesitation. I came back to senses with a jerk. It was no use hiding it from the old man. "Y-Yes I do." I opened up. "I''ll just say it in a few words. He''s not the one for you." My eyes widened. "W-Hy do you say so. Don''t you think we are quite compatible." I denied. "The one for you has not appeared yet. Wait for a few more days. The time has neared." he said in a spiritual way. I knew he was joking or making fun of me. But him eyes seemed to be battering something. "Let''s see them Mr. Gibbs, if fate has someone else planned for me. Then I''ll truly abide by it." I said "But I don''t plan to give up on Jacob either." He gave no reply but a small smirk in acknowledgement to my challenge. I moved towards the changing room. Made straight way to where my bag was placed. In astonishment there was a small white paper kept on it with folds. I wondered who it was. And such a mysterious way to convey a message. I grabbed the paper and open it. The handwriting seemed to be very familiar. It read; ''Zara, sorry if I am late to say this. But¡­¡­¡­.. CONGRATULATIONS on winning the seventh Opening Competition. You were astounding. Really soo manly. I admire you. Jacob'' I held that paper in my hand for a few seconds and then murmured, "Not the right one for me you say, Mr. Gibbs." I had one more log to build up the ladder. Mr. Gibbs surely is wrong. And also a bit uncanny. About the things he said earlier, the shores being connected, Balgamore, and what Gri-G-. Whatever, old people should really join forces with the modern world. I packed my stuff up. Had one last look at the room, where I got my first slot high on Jacob. The room was empty, It was only me and Jacob who worked here. I smiled at the room out of conciseness. My screwed up blue uniform looked normal for the first time. Must be Emilia who pressed it straight after I left to search my bottle after the competition. Suddenly I got a blue shock. The strange sweet water. I cannot lose sight of that matter easily. I locked the door and headed towards the front desk. Mr. Gibbs was waiting to receive the keys. But he held a newspaper pamphlet in his hand. "Here, Mr. Gibbs, the room keys." I placed the keys on the desk and was about to leave the library. When, "Zara, Zara, hold up." He screamed from behind. Rushing towards me with that pamphlet in his hand, he said," Look Zara, there is a small outing in the city for the seniors. Please let Will tag alone with me." Granddad was in good health past few days, he doesn''t faint that easily, but yet I cannot let him out of my site with this canny old man. I looked up too deny him but, he was with his cute grandpa tear drop in his eyes. So cute. I cannot resist when granddad does that to me too. "Fine I''ll let him go. But I have two conditions to mentions." I demanded with my gloomy aura out. "Yes yes name it child." He nodded. "I''ll go straight . No drinking. No staying out of Mrs. Gibbs'' site. That''s it" "B-but drin--" " If there are any contradictions." I stated " Then I''ll be coming too." "No need for you to tag alone. No drinking, no lurking around alone." He guaranteed. "That''s good" I remarked. "Tomorrow before leaving for school, I''ll drop Granddad at your place, Mr. Gibbs." "Yes. That''ll do. And please call me grandpa Gibbs, dear. Even your mom called me that, though I was an adult then." He said. "Yes. Grandpa Gibbs." I smiled. I waved at him as I departed. Now I have one more family member; Grandpa Gibbs. I walked down those same old lanes. Those small emporiums. I neared the small kids garden. The clock ticked 7:00pm. The street lights were standing all alone. And at a distance lied Shikido Hill; which were supposed to be haunted. But those were just one of the old fabrications. I saw my home which was at a distance . A small red roofed house, with two floors and a small backyard. I stood parallel to the gates. Opened my bag and took out the broch from today''s competition. I wanted to surprise Granddad. Opened the door with the keys I had with him. As soon as the doors opened, a loud sound pushed me back. I sighed, granddad was watching one of those old clips of mom fighting, when she was a sword artist in her High School. I placed my shoes on the rack. "Granddad!!!" I screamed, "I am back!!" "Oh my little princess is back." His voice neared. "Show me you broch." He demanded. " Huh? How did you know I won." I questioned utterly bewildered. I stepped in right now, and he knew I won. "Oh my dear Zara. How would I not know? You are just like your mother. Whenever she walked through that door, she always had a win in her hands." he said smiling with his wrinkled face. I hugged him tight. Placed the broch with the many prices I had won on the glass shelf. Beside the shelf was a picture of mom and dad. I smiled widely to them and whispered, "I have made you proud, haven''t?" I went straight up the stairs to my room. The same old room, mom and dad had manually decorated for me. The same black cherry tree with shaded blossoms on the walls. I threw my bag on the bed. I was damn tired from today''s competition. My hands and legs were iced up, as if I would fall any moment. I had a quick evening bath. And wore my red pyjamas and white full sleeved top; one of the many gifts I had received from Emilia. "Zara, come down quick! The dinner''s getting cold." I heard Granddad scream from downstairs. The dining table was filled with my favourite dishes. "Wow Grandad. What''s this feast for?" I hesitantly asked. "Because my princess has won today." He answered. Though he answered in short, I knew the whole page behind those words. We had our dinner peacefully. I even told granddad about the trip Mr. Gibbs was talking about, and clearly mentioned the conditions to him as well. It was a trip for just a few days, but to me it felt like few years. I''ll be felt alone yet again. When I am alone I think. When I think I remember. When I remember I feel pain, the pain of losing my parents, the pain of faking a smile. And when I feel pain; I cry. But I like to pretend that I''m ''Okay'', Because I don''t want to annoy anyone with my problems. But for Granddad''s sake I can let go of these feelings and fake a smile once for. "Good Night, Zara." "Night!!!" I smiled towards him as I headed towards my bedroom. I lay straight on my bed. Looking up at the stars that I could see from the window beside me, I felt mom''s warm touch. She always told me that, '' If you ever feel lonely, just look at the starry sky. Someone, somewhere, is looking right at it too.'' "Good night, mom, dad." I murmured. The Changes Chapter two: The sunrays shone high up in the clouds. I peeked at the beautiful sky, with the corner of my eyes. The clouds had made different patterns in the sky. It was with no doubt; A beautiful morning. "Zara, are you awake. Come down girl. I cannot find my spectacles." Granddad screamed. I smirked, because I knew they were definitely on his head. I rolled over my bed once more, relieved the frustrations of waking up early. Rushing down the stairs, I said, "Granddad, you sure they are not on you head?" "Oh mine, yes they are. How did you---" He paused as he looked at me. "What''s the matter, Granddad?" I questioned. He was looking at me in a very strange way. I was totally baffled. "What''s the matter?" I repeated myself. "When did you get blue lens. I did not know you liked blue eyes." He elucidated. "Blue eyes!! What are you saying?" I exclaimed. How could I suddenly have blue eyes. Not like, I bought lens. I went up the stairs to my room. Granddad was right. I looked at myself in the mirror. I did have blue eyes. At this state, I only thought of being in a dream. I neared the mirror. Even tried touching my pupils, to make sure if they weren''t lenes. What is this? Let me have a bath. I thought. Maybe I am still dreaming. I took of my white full sleeved top. I had another thing to worry about. There was something imprinted on my skin above the collar bone. It was like an emblem. A naked sword, with a red cloth wrapped around it, and white feather in the background. Not bigger than the size of a broch. What is this! My head was spinning wildly. I tried scrubbing it out with a brush. It wouldn''t disappear no matter what I did to it. I could feel that emblem-like print near my neck. It felt as if it was inserted in my skin, more of a tiny-flexible metal. What was happening to me. First my pupils turning blue, and now this. I couldn''t freak out less. The question was, what was I going to answer the people who ask me about this strange changes. The ''thing'' on my neck would easily be covered up with my clothes. What about these eyes? My head was pack of weird thoughts. Couldn''t stop thinking. I was shocked, a lot more scared. What to do now? What has happened to me? The only thing that could be done now was to lie. Lie to everyone around, lie to myself that I am alright. I hurriedly wore my uniform. Pulled over a colossal jacket, and headed outside my enclosure. Granddad was waiting for me besides the gate. "Zara? Are you still going to wear those blue lens?" He asked, not having a clue of the present sitch. "Y-yes! I quite like these." I answered with every word cut in halves. "You look more like your mother now." he said. "Do I?" I questioned. He only gave a smile. There was no way it could be true, mom was way more beautiful than me, she had blue eyes, with curvy coal black hair. I had genes more of my father. I resembled him in looks. Red-brown hair, caramel eyes; which were always mistaken for brown. As we walked down the streets, I noticed eyes looking at me from all directions. I should have known such circumstances would arise. All that could be done was ignore them. They were all our neighbours who wouldn''t stop talking bad about me and my mom for some reason. "Isn''t that the Zara girl. I heard a rich boy has been helping her with money." A passer-by whispered to her friend. "She is the one whose parents died in a car accident. How pitiable." Another murmured. "I heard her father was from a very poor background." One more claimed. "Why is she wearing lens, to show off?" "Her mother was one too." They went on and on. Making stuffs about my parents and spitting my dark history. Those words were not new to me. I grew up with this profanity. To be honest, words cut deeper than a knife; because A knife once stabbed can be pulled out, easing the pain, but an offensive-destructive word is embedded in the soul I pulled over the hoody of my jacket. Just to escape the vicious environment. It had not been three complete seconds I had my face covered. Granddad slipped the hoody from my head saying, "The one who notice the storm in your eyes, the silence in your voice and the heaviness in your heart, are the ones you need to list in your story. The rest can be considered trash." Wow granddad you rock. His words were so pure and strong leaving me speechless. I now suddenly felt cold-hearted in a warm way. I just have to fight these battles without a sword and an arena. I bid Granddad a goodbye as he climbed Mr. Gibbs'' car. The car vanished in a few minutes. Now all that was left to be done was to reach school in three minutes. "I can make it!! Sure can!!!!" I mocked, as there was no way it was happening. I ran as fast as my long legs could. No time to even stop to catch my breath. I saw the cross road nearing me. Please let there be a red light. I looked up the traffic signal in all hopes for a red colour, but fate can sometimes be wicked. It was green. I am doomed. No way was I reaching school in time. I waited a few seconds, then saw a small boy in the middle of the road. About the length from the ground to my waist. Wait!! What is he doing in the middle of the road. I turned left to see a big truck nearing in his way. It was honking loud as to blast my ear drums. I screamed, "Hey kid!! Move from there." But he did not seem to listen at all. I rushed in front of truck hoping to save the both of us. Not knowing why. The truck neared, I had no option left, but just push the boy outside. I was hit by the truck, sent flying. Rolling down I could see stars, my vision all blur. My head started bleeding, and paining in an awful way. Even if I die, I am happy I saved that young life, but I don''t want to die so soon. Lying unconscious on the road. Screams went up from all sides, I could hear an ambulance alarm. Maybe I''ll die. All I could sense was pain and pain. Help me!! I can''t take it anymore.This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. I dreamt of a young man with brown hair running towards me saying that, I still was not perfect. I could only consider myself dead, but I wasn''t!! My eyes opened, to see a blood saline attached at the side. It was a hospital room, quite a lavish one though. "She''s awake!!" screamed an unfamiliar figure whom I did not notice sitting beside me. The doctors came in all worried. They checked me. "How are you feeling, dear?" one of them asked. I could only reply one phrase, "I hope I am still alive." All the people in the ward smiled at my hilarious reply. But the thruth was I was in a wrll of pain. The woman beside me kneeled by my side, grabbing both of my hands, tears rolled down her cheeks. I could feel her trembling. "Thank you so very much for saving my son." "Son?" I questioned. "Yes the boy whom you saved yesterday from being hit by the truck." another man said," He is our son, James." "Yesterday?!" I exclaimed. Has it been a day already. "You were in a coma when they brought you here and were bleeding badly. There were no hopes for you to survive, but it¡¯s a miracle for you to be alive. And only end up with a major bruise on your forehead " the doctor said. "Yes I feel God still wants me to be alive." I replied. I was super tired, and in terrible pain even after waking up a day later. Hands and legs numb. Wondering how did I survive the accident. Suddenly a small boy gust in, wearing a small cap to fit his tiny head. He was cute. I recognised him immediately. he was the one I saved. "Hello sister!!" He greeted me. "How are you feeling. I am sorry you got injured because of me. I am sorry." "It''s my pleasure James. But tell me what were you doing in the middle of the road. And plus you did not even hear the honking of that truck." I questioned him. Instead of replying me back, he looked at his mother. "H-He is deaf. He cannot hear anything." She said. That instance those words hit me at my soft spot. Such a cutie; but; Deaf! I could not help but cry. Hot tears rolled my cheeks. "Sister why are you crying, it''s my fault for running on the roads. " he climbed up my bed to comfort me. "You are a brave boy. I am sure there is a lot of adventure waiting for you." His mother translated what I said. "Really sister? You think so?" "Ah ha!" We quickly had a small discussion as to when I can leave the hospital. I did not want to stay here for more than three days, because Granddad would definitely suffer a stroke if he heard I got into an accident. "Dear what is your name, you look very familiar?" the mother asked me, after all the men had left the room, to give me some space. James had stayed back. "Zara, Zara Elliot." "Wait, Elliot!! You mean you are Isabella Elliot''s daughter?! The top sword artist of Claive-o-Rona." When she said that, I was shocked, more proud. I never knew mom and I were so famous. "Yes. I am!" I replied with my chin held high. "I was a great fan of your mother. She was so flawless. She destructed the arena whenever she fought. But it''s was sad to hear about her death, fifteen years ago." She said with a dull face. Indeed mom was incredible. She would be so glad to hear this if she were alive. "But doesn''t Zara have brown eyes. Why are they so blue now?" she asked. I quickly remembered about the changes that happened on the day before . The crest on my neck, the eye colour change. A gush of images past my memory chip. I had to come up with some excuse to deal with it. "That, I-I actually. I actually have blue eyes, but not many people in our region have them, so I thought of wearing lens. Yes that''s it." I lied. What a wonderful lie! I am doomed. What was I going to do when my eye colour returned to normal. Crap!! "Is that so? But I must say, your eyes are really pretty. They are just like patterns waves on the ocean. Really beautiful. Just like Isabella''s " "Thank you so much. I appreciate it. " I wonder if the doctors had seen the crest on my neck while the operation. But I could come up with a lame excuse for that too. Mocked at myself. Three days pasted by really quick. On the third day James'' mother came to me and told me that I should be get ready to go. The saline on my hand was removed, and except for the bandages on my head. I was still wondering how did I survive that accident. As I was putting on my normal clothes in the bathroom, I heard a big thud in the room outside. I was puzzled, no one would make that loud noise in a patient''s ward. I peeked from the corner of my eye without making any sound. What I saw outside was a total bummer. Two girls- or to be more specific two beautiful girls were standing outside as though searching for something. They were dressed in beautiful royal dresses. I did not notice that the door I held on to was opening wide open with my pressure on it; they saw me. "So you were the one who survived the accident that day, weren''t you?" one of them asked rather in a pitchy tone. "Y-yes. But what does that have to do with you?" I as usual showing off my cold side to strangers replied. "What does that have to do with us you ask!" The other who was quite all the time finally questioned. "Quite, Catharine. I''ll deal with this myself." Deal with ''This'' what a rude way of speaking. "I''ll go straight to the point; Why did you drink the ''Potion''? Who told you about that potion, human." Potion!? What potion is she speaking about? And human? Is she a God then? "What potion are you talking about? And quit that rude accent of yours, will you?" "What potion? That potion you stole from me on the day of that school competition." "I did not steal anything. And what potion. Please tell me so we can avoid this inconvenience.'''' The arrogant ladies calmed down and took a sit on my bed. Just as she was about spout some hefty words at me, I could hear a few nurses and staff members coming towards this ward. I counselled them to leave and then have a chat later. Surprisingly they agreed and left from the window. The staff entered the room, and started panicking about the loud noise. I lied saying, that I dropped something out of weakness. "You should be careful, Zara. Your still injured. Remember not to bump your head somewhere. And be careful your eye is still covered because of the bandages." one of them warned me. Coming towards the bandages they almost covered my left eye. And which I found extremely annoying. I could only see through one eye, and half of my face was covered. The pain was going beyond my limits. But, my only prayer to god, "Please, let granddad stay over for a postponed of two weeks." I knew for sure he would suffer a stroke. I walked out of the hospital doors, Mrs. and Mr. Smith completed all the paper work and even paid all the handsome amount of hospital fees. I was given all the medicines, and the necessary precautions. The day was really confussing, and I couldn''t find any answers to what was happening, lest could I trouble my injured head. Leaving the hospital and final wave to my saviers (causers of the mess), james and his parents. I left for my home, to have some rest. Finding Solutions Chapter three: I was on my way back home, wondering about all the strange happenings I have come across in the past three days. It was all so baffleing. My head had given up on me because of the wound, and my body doesn''t seem to have any stamina left. It felt so helpless, I need someone to console me. Help me. "Are you done? We need to talk". I heard someone say from behind me. I stummbled while turning behind, to find who asked that question. Tripping over the small stones and gagling between my own legs, I lost balance, and was about to fall. But, the ancient arrogant lady from before, gave me her suppot and saved me from the nasty fall. "Its you!", I said in an ailing voice. "Yes it is. Are you not feeling well? You lost your balance just while turning behind" I was puzzle, how did this arrogant lady turn into my mom. "I think it is before of the wound, my body feels all staggery. But tell me what do you need to talk." "You are a really nice person, I can tell that. We hardly know each other and you still want me to complain and castigate you." "Please miss, tell us where did you find the potion?" The companion added. "I really don''t know what potion you are talking about." I apologised rapidly, constantly. The ancient lady said, "Alright, I believe you Zara. But you need to come with us for a talk with Kento." Just as I was about to ask who Kento was, I got dragged along with the two ladies towards the Shikido hills. Not knowing why I was pulled near the haunted greens, we reached the Balgomore shrine deep inside the forest on the hill. My wound did not support me but the veiw of that magneficeint shrine situated in middle to of the beautiful and tall trees full of blossoms of flowers unknown to mankind was angelic. I had heard about the shrine and the beauty of this hill and forest, but had never seen it physically. The light breeze carring the aroma of the scented flowers, flew across my hair and cheeks. "Enjoying it, Zara?" questioned the older of the ladies. "Its beautiful up here" I magnified. The other lady seemed to searching someone and something behind and around the shrine. "Kento!!! Where are you? We brought her." she scremed. Yes she did mention someone named Kento before. A shadowy figure started to way out of the shrine doors. When it came to light, I was fasinated. A tall boy, with beautiful silky long, brownish hair and forest ever-green eyes came forward. My face might not be showing the correct expression because of the bandages but, he was gorgeous. Possibly the most handsome man I had ever meet in my entire life. He looked shocked to see me as well, but that must be because of the bandages and my half covered face. " Weren''t you the one who go into an accident?" he questioned, pointing towards me. "Yes, I did." I straightned my voice and replied. "Very well, do you know how you survived the brutal accident?" he continued to question. "I think of it as my luck, and the efforst of the doctors to save me." I said firmly. "Looks like you have no idea about the Potion." the ancient lady added. "Please tell me what''s happening to me. My eye colour has turned blue, and there is an emblem like metal implanted on my neck. And to be honest, I have no idea how I survived that terrible accident. Please tell me what is going on." I am not sure if opening up about my situation right now to these three was the right thing, but I need answers. "So with what you say now, it is clear that you are the one who drank that potion." Kento sighed. "I don''t know what we are going to do now, but for the time being I''ll tell you all about us and the answers for you questions." His voice did not sound normal at all. It was so much more aristocratic, and royal. I would get litle in my brain and throw out more questions at them. "Alright as you say so, Kento. I''ll try my best to resolve your problem and make the best of a bad job." I said firmly.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. "Well then Zara," he began," My name is Kento Ye Reild, and the two ladies who brought you here are Allegra Solie and her assistant Jil" He said while pointing towards the ladies. The one dressed as a princess with ropes of blue shade and cherry blossoms on them was Allegra and the girl beside her with a rather fancy outfit for an assistant was Jil. Kento was dressed in the same genre royal dress, with some part of his well build chest showing, And a normal girl in a school uniform with half of her face covered was me. "Allegra, Jil and I , belong to the kingdom of Grissisda. A world who shore has connected to your world. But Grissisda is under the fear of getting invadded by the Nedimors, the deadliest of all creatures. Therefore, the mighty and learner lord Balgamore, bestowed a gift upon Grissisda. The gift of prosperity and happiness. Also he gave us a potion that would be consumed by the two best warriors of Grissisda , that would give them the blessing of everlasting life till the mission of protecting the kingdom is fulfilled." "And I drank that potion somehow." I added, showing that everything made sense to me. I could not understand a single word this guy said. But I do remember Mr. Gibbs had mentioned something about Balgamore and Grissisda too!! I knew he was not just toying around. "Kento, please tell me more" I encouraged him. " Right now Zara, I am the estimed- entilted warrior and Allegra was supposed to be the second one. But somehow you have become the warrior. We have come all our way to your shore to find you." Yes I remember now, on the day of the competition, the water in my bottle somewhat tasted sweet. And all the changes started right after that. " Is that why I did not die in the accident?" I questioned. "Yes" said Allegra "Either of the two warriors choosen cannot die before the mission of protecting Grissisda is completed. You can feel the pain but you won''t die" As she mentioned the word ''pain'' my whole body drooped down. I remembered the wounds and injuries I had got from the accident. The stamina was growing weaker and my legs felt numb. I took Allegra''s support and gripping her hand firmly. She questioned whether I was alright, I replied by complaining my body to feel weak. I couldn''t take it anymore. "Well Zara if you are the one now, you have to do the job assigned to you. You are a swordsmen right? Let''s have you and Jil fight. Show me if you are really worth our efforts." He demanded. I complained that I was in no state to fight, but he urged me more and more. Allegra too supported me and denied Kento. But he did not listen. At last I accepted he challenge. "Yes, I''ll fight her, right now and this instance" " But Zara you just got out of the hospital!" Jil consoled me. "But it seems like someone wants to torture me." I mocked while looking at Kento. He was handsome and gorgeous, but completely heartless. He knew I just got discharged, but he wants me to fight. I am a swordsman by heart. I could not reject the arena. Jil stood before me with her long, clean sword. I had one too that I borrowed from Allegra. Unfortunately fate did not support me and I lost. Defeated to the sand. This would have been my first defeat in a very long time. I offended my mother''s teachings and my own strength. I am sorry. Kento laughed out as I got defeated to the ground. Allegra and Jil did not feel it was right, me neither. How can an injured person fight. "Looks like we need to give you a lot of practice Zara, to fight at my side." he exaggerated. I did not answer anything. Allegra said, "Kento I think she should go home and take a rest." With that, I was dropped of at my home by the two ladies (Allegra and Jil) or Girls, as they were near my age. No sooner did I enter my house, the telephone screamed, it was grandpa. "Zara I''ll be staying here for two weeks. Dear, there is a good meditation centre here, and I think I can heal my heart issues with the calmness here. Ms. Gibbs is there with us. Don''t worry. " That''s it. The first good thing that happened to me in the passed three days. Now my wounds can heal up, without letting Grandpa know. I pushed to my room to have a summary on what had just happed. I accidentally drink a potion (on the day of the compitition, when my water botle had sweet water) that gives me superhuman powers of not dieing before I safe Grissisda, a world whose shore has been attached to our world. Kento is the estimed one to protect, and Allegra who was supposed to be the second one, now has changed spots with me. Grissisda is in the fear of getting invaded by the deady beasts called Nedimors. Alright! Alright! I don''t get it atall. What is happening to me , this is so confusing!!! I lied on my bed seeing, mom and dad''s picture in my locket. I wonder if they could guide me if something like thi shappened to one of them. I kissed the locket, and fell into deep sleep. Knowing each other Chapter four: The next day, I rushed to school. Everyone in my classroom knew about the accident, and were questioning me about my health. Honestly I feel much better now, maybe because of the potion. Emilia and Jacob had got a threat of their life, she wouldn''t stop hugging me. I laughed off. " I am alright Emilia, now let go off me" I told here. Jacob said, " Hey Zara do you know of that new tranfer student? " "Transfer student?? No I haven''t" I confirmed. " Zara he is so damn hot!!" Emilia had strs in her eyes, while discribing him. " And more over he is also a swordsmen. Look outside the window, he is on the arena fighting Thomas." Now that was something interesting. A new swordsmen!! We peeped outside the window, but I couldn''t catch a glimsp of him from up here. So Emilia, me and Jacob, went down to see him. To my surprise he was KENTO!!!!! And he had trimmed his hair. I will be honest short hair looks better on him. His fighting moves were awesome and STRONG. Thomas was defeated in no time. As a rule the broch was given to Kento, but it looks like he had some problems putting it on. (This is Kento with short hair) He spotted me in the crowd. And walked towards me. Emilia was all worked up to see him coming in my direction. He walked and stopped right in front of me. "Zara, I nned to talk to you about something." He said. Emilia had started bleeding through her nose as of now. " Yes, Kento what is it?" I replied staying very calm. He pointed at something at the back and said, " I don''t understand, Why these girls keep following me." I stuffed my month with laughter, seeing him so clueless. He really belonged to another world. Suddenly to my surprise I was pulled by him, inside the school building, the girls kept screaming from behind us, and Emilia had fainted on the ground by now. We ran to the top of the building, towards the terrace. I started panting deadly with all the running. He made me run so bad that all the bandages slipt off my face. Again I witnessed that heavy blow of pain and suffering. I could see the bandages fall to the ground. Tears started to roll down my cheeks. Finally that idiot; Kento understood my pain and gave me a hand. (Note: the person who says , "Take my Hand" is Kento) "I am sorry, I did not notice you had wounds on your wrists, I am sorry." Kento apologised. Just that one word ''sorry'' proved to have melted down my heart. "Its alright, but be careful in the future." I said quietly. "So what is the reason for you to have dragged me up here?" I questioned. "As you I will be now working as partners on the mission, so I wanted to know you better. So I will be in the school with you, until the mission is completed." Well now that pretty straightforward. "And Zara, people in this world all carry that lighted box in their hands, what were the called-----" "Cellphone!!" Another voice answered. I lifted my head to find out it was Allegra. Before she could say anything, her face was filled with panick and surprisment. "You look beautiful Zara!!!!" What??!!! That was the first compliment about my beauty someone had ever told me except for Emilia and Grandpa. I was fluttered. My face was now completly seen beacause the bandages had slipped off my face. (This is Zara Elliot, PS. she has blue eyes) "Let''s forget about that. By the way Zara, Did you notice something weird?" Allegra asked me. "No, I don''t think so." I assumed. Not remembering any strange things today. "Well let me tell you. Kento managed to make everyone beleive that you originally have BLUE eyes." Oh right!! How could I forget about that. I thanked Kento for all the efforts he took. I am still amazed how could I forget about the changes that happened to me!!!If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. Maybe I am getting used to this way of living. Allegra explained to me my entire schedule as Kento was going to be my personal Sword art teacher. Because he was extremely annoyed by the way I lost to Jil. I almost forgot this man does not feelings, he is a robot who only cares about himself and his status. I am fool to think of him even as my friend. Allegra took her leave, and Kento and me walked down to attend school. He was pretty good in studies as compared to his attitude, he answered all the questions the teachers asked him, and copied down all the notes properly. Maybe the schooling given in Grissisda and here is the same. But the most important thing was that he sat right in front of me!! That gave me chills all across my body. He would keep staring at me from time to time Yes; he was handsome, but he had not a single once of feeling. Making me fight in that horrible condition. The school got over, and I and Emilia moved out with Jacob. I did not give Kento a single look, but could feel him staring at me from behind. I did not want any rumours to spread after that eloping incident in the morning. Emilia bragged about that to the entire class. I reached the library with Jacob, as Mr. Gibbs was on a trip, we had to manage the entire work. Not long before we had started working, to my surprise Kento was our first visitor!! "Why did you leave all of a sudden?" he questioned like a boss. "I have work." I said without any reaction. "Oh Kento!" Jacob said as he neared us. "We didn''t expect you to be our first visitor." He guided him to the shelves, and walked backed my way. "He seems to like historical books." Jacob said. "Is that so." I added. "Zara, you and Kento seem very close to each other. I noticed that he was staring at you during the lectures. And you helped him all throughout the day. I have seen you that close to a guy except for me." He face was all gloomy when he said that. But that last sentence ''except for me'' made me pink. "No, he is just a friend of mine. That''s it." I replied in broken words. Informing him about my work I run behind the shelves ''to hide''. But I could hear him giggle. What a mess I am . "Is she always like that." I heard Kento ask Jacob. "Well Kento, Zara is a person who will hide her problems till it reaches a limit, and when it is out of control she will break apart. But she won''t ever give up. She will try to do everything by herself and never ask for help. That''s what I love the most about her. She helps me even when knowing about my weakness disease. She loves others, even when she lost her own parents. " Jacob said. My feet were losing their strength. "Do you love her?" Kento asked out of the blue. This was the question I was not ready to ask, but forever wanted to hear the answer. "Yes, I am in love with her. From a very long time. But I am afraid I will lose our friendship if say that. " I slipt down the shelf on the floor. He continued, "When she got into that accident I am afraid to admit I was right there, when she jumped in front of the truck." now this got my attention. He was right there !? But he did not come help me. "But I did not come ahead, because I was afraid people would make fun of me for helping an heir born to a low caste." What?! He called me a Low born. Before I knew tries stared falling through my eyes. All my life people ridiculed me, because my father was a low born. They could not see what a great person he was. But know even the person I most trusted did not help me because of it. "You did the best thing in your life not telling her that. Because if you do, you''ll only make a fun of yourself. She doesn''t need a person like you to love her. Someone who is afraid to help just because he is afraid to lose his own status." Kento said with a giggle. His words brought a little light to my face. And I also felt sorry for myself. For some reason that day, we did not have many visitors. I left the library without even meeting Jacob. I now know what to do. I was on the way home, but someone had been following me. "Hey Zara." Kento said. I simply paused and looked at him. "You should stay away from Jacob. I don''t trust him." He advised. "I know. Someone who calls me a Low born, isn''t worth my time." I said. "So you heard us?" "Yes, and thank you for taunting him." "You heard that too?" "I was a fool to like someone like him." "You liked him, too? "Not anymore!" "So you did like him." "Didn''t I say I was foolish." "Yes you were." he said. That did not hurt me at all. Instead it made me smile. "Hey Zara!" "Yes" "I can promise you one thing." "Promise me?" "No matter what happens, no matter where our destiny leads us, I will always protect you and never leave your side." I was fluttered, but it felt warm. Maybe he does have feelings. "Thank you, Kento. It means a lot to me." "And¡­¡­" He paused "And what?" "No its nothing" What a strange guy. I took him leave and went on straight home. Grandpa would be back in a few days. But today I learnt an important lesson. Maybe there''s something you''re afraid to love or somewhere you''re afraid to go. It''s gonna hurt. It''s gonna hurt, because it matters. We need to face what we are. All of what we are, especially the parts that hurt. And I also got to know more about Kento''s warm side. Wreck of me! Chapter five: As the days passed at school, I got to know Kento deeply and truly. I was wrong about him, he was a very soft person. But he was soft only to me, for some reason. We would often have lunch on the terrace alone in the quietness, and chat for hours after class. I came to know more about Grissisda. Grissisda was a kingdom, ruled my a noble king and his queen. It''s way behind in technology than this world. But it was a very happy and prosperous country until, the Nedimors marched in. Many of the kids were born in the era od Nedimors and had not seen the outer land. Kento had a great love for art . But one thing that I hated about him was that, he was never happy with what I do. He always kept scolding me because my fighting skills were not good enough. I could not fight well because I had some dizziness of the after effects. Kento and I were at the Balgamore shrine, and he was teaching me to use strong moves, but I could not handle it because, my hand was injured, "When will you be strong. You are always slaking off. Do you think you can fight at my side with such poor skills?" he arrogantly mocked at me. The burden of school, the library, and upcoming Sword art championships was burying a deep hole for me. I could barely get in some rest. Each and every day, he would ridicule me and make fun of me. Until one day the anger turned into frustration, "Why do you do this to me? Who are you to badmouth me each and every day? I never wanted to be like this! Never wanted to be esteemed to save any one! You make me doubt the importance of my existence, Kento! Ever since I meet you I have only felt pain and suffering." I cried my heart out in front of him. Today is the day of the championships and also the one week anniversary of me-not-talking-to-Kento-Day. Everyone was on the arena and the crowd were double in number than they were last time. Kento was participating in the Championships too. And I was ready to defeat him, as I was fully recovered. Emilia and Jacob were there to encourage me. I forgave Jacob, but promised myself to never associate myself with him. Cordelia had now moved her target on Kento. Yesterday, she vowed in front of the entire class that if Kento wins she would give him a kiss as a reward. He was in such an awkward situation then, it was hilarious. Surprisingly Kento and I both reached the finals!! The fight was even tough now, because neither of us had seen each other fight before in the tournament. We faced each other. The sound of a shotgun rang in the air. The fight was started. Kento was the first one to attack. His moves were strong, but I trusted my skills as I was way faster than him. I successfully dogged all his attacks. Now was my hurt to attack. Once more I managed to miss his blow, and jumped as high as I could, my right leg for support, smashed his face with my left. I didn''t recognise myself that, that kick was too strong. Kento spit blood from his mouth and fell to the ground. "The fights over!! Zara Elliot wins the championships!" he judge screamed. "Now you know my real strength, Kento." I said firmly. Proud of myself. He simply smirked. What a strange guy, spitting blood and laughing his heart out. The competition was over long back. Kento and I were alone in the infirmary. Feeling guilty, helped him treat his wound. His wound was still bleeding. "I am sorry." I apologised. "No I should be the one who is sorry." He said in return. "Why?" "I was too rude, Zara. I said all those mean things to you. I should have known you were injured." "Yeah you were a fool, too" His face was shocked. "You are repeating my lines" He said with a smile. "The truth is, when I heard you jumped in front of the truck to save a boy who you never meet before, I was shocked. I felt so much respect in my heart for you. If it were me I would never even imagine of doing it. These past weeks that I got to know you, I realised your hard work, but you never ever complain. You look so stiff, but you always carry that bright smile on your face. It made me feel ashamed that I am nothing compared to you. I was puzzled about the way I should act around you. The first day I saw you, I honestly felt so relieved that I found the one for me. And the next day, when those bandages slipped off your face, I too wanted to say that you were the most beautiful girl I had ever met. But I was too shy. Please, Zara forgive me. I am sorry for being ''foolish''. "A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. My head was spinning at a speed of 200km/hr. He was openly flirting with me, but his words were so pure and true. I flicked my hand back. "It''s alright!!" I said in a gush. "We can start practising from tomorrow as usual." "Woah, Zara. Let my wound heal first." he laughed off. "Well it was left leg that hit you, I wonder what would have happened if it were the right one. " The day ended with a lot of surprises and confessions. And I even got to know what a romantic guy he was. My face was red all throughout the night. That I hardly got in any sleep. Even grandpa was worried about me, as I kept smiling while eating my least favourite dish as the celebration at home. I broke one glass plate while washing the utensils, and fell off the bed in the morning, spent 30 minutes just brushing my eat! And remembering that hand-kiss scene again and again. You have made a wreck of me Kento!!!! I was at the library the next day, doing my daily job, Jacob was around too. But I did not want to talk to that aristocrat, who called me a ''Low Born''. Today was our salary day, Mr. Gibbs had already placed the wages in our drawers. "Here Zara. This is for your Granddad''s medicines." He said while handing me his bundle. "Thank you, but don¡¯t need it anymore." I said at once. "You don''t need it? Why?" "I can handle the cost on my own." "But I always hel----" "I just don''t want your help anymore." I interrupted with a raise in my volume. "Jacob, let go of my hand!!!" I tried to flick my hand, but he kept on coming closer to me. "What happened Zara? You have not talked to me since weeks." I said nothing, my only goal was to get out of there. "Zara, I like you!" I wanted to hear these words for so long, but know it meant nothing to me. I still struggled to move out. Just as he was going to do that. He was punched out of the way. "Don''t touch her!!" Kento said. "Are you an idiot! Who gave you permission to kiss her?" There was furry in his eyes. Kento raised his hand to punch him a second time, but I stopped him. "Kento don''t! He has a weak body. Won''t be able to take a second blow." I knew about Jacob''s weakness disorder. And I did not want Kento to be in trouble too. "But why Zara? Don''t you like me too?" Jacob asked me with tears I his eyes. "I am afraid I''ll end up making you look bad in the eyes of others, if you have a low born by your side." Those words were pretty clear enough to make him understand the whole situation. Kento and I moved out of the library, explaining the whole situation to Mr. Gibbs. "Hey Zara" he called me. "Yes?" "Promise me you won''t meet with that guy again" "I was going to do that myself." "Then it''s a pinky promise?" I was surprised he knew what¡¯s a pinky promise. "Oh come onnnnnnnn~ I have learned at least this much staying in this world." Jacob may have learned his lesson. And Kento and I moved one step closer to each other. The school next day, was pretty much the same, but the library¡­. "Mr. Gibbs, why is Jacob not here?" I questioned the lazy old man. "Today morning his submitted his resignation letter", he said and, handed me over a packet, "This is his salary of this month. He left it as a donation for the library." "Looks like it''ll be a tougher job for me." "Who says?" he stood up, "Your new partner will be¡­" He pointed behind me, "Kento??" I exclaimed. "Please take care of me senior." he exaggerated. I was more than happy to see him as an employee with me. Now we can spend more time together. And plan our mission to save Grissisda. "Now no one can harm you." he said as we sat on the working desk upstairs. I simply smiled. I turned pink when he did that. Maybe he is THE ONE for me. Because I am sure of one feeling, that I am in love with him, truly, strongly and eternally. I will choose you, even when you make me mad. My love for you won''t fade simply because we are angry. I know we will fight, we will be frustrated, we will be human. Still, I will got to battle for you. Still, I will choose you. I will choose you. And keep choosing you, every single day. Not a chapter ¡úI am looking for someone trusty worthy who can do a proof reading of my new upcoming chapters Proof reading means reporting the writter about the grammatical or spelling errors in the content. And when I say ''truth worthy'', what I mean to say is he/she will not leak this chapter to anyone, and will not use it for his/her own good. Pls anyone who can heir, email me [email protected]Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. I don''t mind if you take time for proof reading too.. ¡úI have decided that this novel will be released in parts of two, and I have the poster of the second volume ready too. But I need someone who can edit the Novel''s name and writters name properly in a very aesthetic way. Anyone and as many as possible can enter. Email me : [email protected] You can take your time for editing. Pls I really need some helpers to apply. Just inform me in the comments section before hand if you will be emailing me.... So it won''t come to me as a surprise ( hehe sry ) I repeat: anyone and as many as possible can apply Thank you once again!!!!!!!! You''ll be able to read new chapters before hand. ????????(Bribbing face) Goodbye Grandpa. Chapter six: Kento was now fully mixed up with this world. He would attend the school daily, work at the library, ( The girls would purposely come and sit in front of him starring as he was so charming) have practice with me in the evening. And would eventually sneak out with me during the classes just like the normal students. It doesn''t feel like we just met anymore, it feels as if we have known each other from the very beginning. We would play with each other. Share food, bring gifts, help in studies. He excelled in arts. His paintings were out of the world and beautiful. Sometimes when I would come watch him paint, he would stroke his brush at my face, and then we would run behind each other. Dosing off in the middle of nowhere for him daily habit. nce to Cordilia would leave no chance to hit on him. And Kento would get extremely annoyed when that happened, I would get jealous but it was more fun watching him struggle to escape. I would sometimes feel him just standing there and watching me, but when I would turn to see what happened, he would walk away too. There was this strange feeling between us, but I was not sure if Kento liked me too. But I will keep on hiding my feelings to save what he have now. I handed him over my Grandpa''s old phone, so we can be in contact with each other. I think it was the best decision of my life, even if we couldn''t talk, it felt as if we are always close. Morning, night, we were always connected. The day was just like any other at school. Physics classes were going on and Mr. Adams was going on and on throwing some aristocratic words at us. But the change was when a staff member came gushing in. Mr. Adams and the staff member had a meet of a silent talk, and suddenly I was called out. The classmates including Kento and Emilia were surprised too. I silently walked out of the classroom. But I did not know what was waiting for me. The staff member informed about the situation and gave me a leave note too. I left all my belongings in the class and ran to the City hospital in tears. The receptionist guided me to the I.C.U. Grandpa had got a cardiac arrect and was going through an operation. "Ms. Elliot, your neighbour Mr. Gibbs brought him here. Your grandpa had suffered three heart attacks at a time. The operation will be long but it is difficult to say if we can save him this time." The nurse informed me with her head buried under her shadow. I felt to the ground not knowing what to do next. The people nearby came to me, to console me, but I heard nothing. Three hours passed and the doctors finally came out. Gushing towards them I asked, "Doctor, how is my Grandpa?" All I wanted them to say was,----- "Ms. Elliot we are sorry. We tried out best but this time couldn''t save him." The doctor said with deep sorrow. That''s it. It was all over for me. Today my entire family left me! Grandpa died too! Why?! Why did this have to happen to me!? I only shock my head, but not a single tear fell from my eye. I have to be strong. Grandpa would always say, "Be strong and don''t cry, or you won''t have enough tries felt when your husband dies." It was hilarious. My husband? Never heard of him. I won''t cry. I promised him not to cry. Mr. Gibbs was in tears too, but I won''t cry. He placed his warm hands on my shoulder, "Zara, it''s just a trial of life. I know you''ll overcome it." Mr. Gibbs assured me that he will help me with all the funeral decorations. I was still in that shock but I need to prove people that I won''t break down. The next day itself, we had the funeral. Emilia, Jacob, Cordilia, all the other neighbours and even Kento attended the funeral. All the people were very sad as Grandpa was a very active and funny person. He had a great impact on the near and dear once.This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. That forever happy face disappeared from my life. We all die: The goal isn''t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will. The happiest person, who gave me the best memory became a memory today. Death is so unfair it comes to those who don''t need it. But not to those who are asking for it. The black colour that I wear today, symbolises the colour inside my soul. It''s empty. No love, no feeling. It was late evening now and the funeral was over, everyone left for their homes already. (Pls ignore the words on the coffin) The whole day I did not shed a single tear. But my heart couldn''t hold in anymore. I want to cry, I want to weep. I was about to burst into tears when the doorbell rang. Confused who it was at this hour I opened the door. "Hey." It was Kento! But I no longer felt happy to see him, no longer was I excited. That gloom on my face did not seem to vanish. And he understood that. "What is it? You want something." I asked in a pain voice. "Umm, You left your bag in the class yesterday." He handed over my bag. "Thank you." I said and was about to close the door. But Kento stopped me. I was puzzled, "You have anything to say to me?" I questioned again. He said, "Can we have a talk, please." I hesitated but let him in. Kento had a light smile on his face when he came in the house and saw the ''clean'' room. " What did you have to say?" I said somehow holding back my tears. "Zara, I am really sorry about your grandpa." He came to the topic. I was somehow a bit comfortable with him around me, and finally that fountain of tears fell from my eyes. "Kento¡­¡­. I am feeling so much pain." I sniffed with a pink face. "Why did grandpa have to leave me too? All my family members have left me alone. Why id life so cruel to me? It took away the people I cherish the most." I cried and cried in front of him. To my surprise he touch my face with his warm and big hands, and hugged me later. His shoulders were wide and comfortable. "It''s okay to cry." he said while patting my head. "Crying doesn''t solve your problem but sometimes you need it." I was shivering with all the sadness I held inside for many years. But now I could finally let it go. Everyone thought I was happy , but the truth is, I always feel SAD. And I always say ''I''m okay'' even though my heart is cracking. I cried and cried and Kento held me in his arms till I finally stopped. I felt so much ease. I looked up at Kento. "Look. Now you have rabbit eyes." He said as kept my tears. "Thank you Kento, I feel much better now. I never cried whenever something bad would happen to me, because I wanted to prove my strength. But still ended up like this." I smiled "You know Zara? Whenever you feel like you are alone, come to me. I am all yours." He said sticking cheek to mine. Woah!! What was that, ''I am all yours.'' so cheesy. It gave me goosebumps. "Thanks" I said with a blushed face. "Come with me." He pulled me outside the house and started running on the lanes. "Kento, Where are we going?"'' I questioned. "Just keep running." He ordered. We kept running and running till we reached Balgamore shrine on the Shikido Hills. I took deep breath and brought my breathing rate to normal. "W--why are----we-- here---?" I questioned still huffing. "I wanted to surprise you and make you feel happy." He said with a bright and seductive smile. "IKI!!!" He screamed softly. What is ''IKI''? Suddenly there was a storm in the air around us, and the winds started blowing with full speeds. And lo!! A big creature with wings was standing before my eyes. It looked similar to a dragon. And it was huge. I was afraid of it at first, as it looked very scary. "Zara, This is IKI. My royal dragon." He said while nearing the creature. The dragon bent his long neck down so that the master could touch his head. As Kento''s hand touched it''s scales, it began to purr; Waging his long tail. "Come here." He lent his hand out. I stepped forward hesitating. And finally touched it too. Surprisingly his scales were soft and smooth. "Wanna take a ride?" Kento questioned me. I simply nodded. "Let''s go then!" He ordered. In no time I was sitting in front of Kento, on the dragon. He held me tight making sure I won''t fall down. I was turning into a tomato as Kento hugged me tight from behind. It was making me dizzy. "IKI take us high in the clouds." The dragon nodded, and took off. The breeze was strong and we were up in the sky above the clouds where no one could see us. The view was beautiful and magnificent. The air in my open hair, also brushing my cheeks was cold in a warm way. It was an exotic night. I forgot all about my worries and sadness. All thanks to Kento and IKI. We came back to the lands. "Thank you so much Kento. I am so happy now." "It''s my pleasure." He bent down in a royal style. "But do you know this dragon can turn into a normal being just like you and me." "What?! Really?" "Yes, IKI please come back to your normal form." He turned towards the dragon and said. And he did. The dragon was surrounded by sparkles and standing in front of us was a small boy around the age of eight. I was shocked and my jaw dropped to the floor. "What magic is this?" I was puzzled. As never once in my entire life had I seen a dragon and it turning into a small boy! He was very fair and cute. With short hands and legs. "IKI is a very young dragon, my father brought him home for my birthday." Now I was very curious about his father and what a world Grissisda could be. Gifting your son a dragon." It is only in fairy tales that we hear off dragons here." I told them. "Kento" the small IKI finally said, "She is very pretty." I fluttered a bit. "I know right." Kento added. But now the dragon had a weird idea in his mind. "Can I live with you miss.?" he demanded. "What!?" me and Kento explained. "Yes. Please can I live with you. I have a very friendly feeling around you. Please miss." I looked at Kento to see his reaction. "Only if you want to Zara." he left the decision to me. "Please miss. I want to live with a real human. Please miss." "Alright, Only if you stop calling me ''miss''." his face lit up. "Yes thank you so much. And what is your name?" "Zara, Zara Elliot" "Elliot? That name sounds very familiar. But anyways let''s go home Zara." The night was so happy and lively. Now I have a cute family member to take care of. Grandpa I''ll still miss you to death. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Official notice I am sry for not writing for over a month. But I was busy with my exams and they are still going on. Plus I have decided to take a break from this novel for a couple week (I''ll come back to writing from April 20, 2021) As I am working on a new novel called "The Bullet" , which is also a romance novel, but with more hard core story and plot twist, Enjoying the story? 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