《I accident create a world》 Prolong Linnea Hartley, at sixteen, had recently transferred to Lincoln High School. Standing at the entrance, her heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The first day of high school was always an ordeal for any student, but for Linnea, it felt charged with something more¡ªsomething eerie. Her family¡¯s long-standing tradition in martial arts stretched back generations, and now she carried that legacy into modern times, poised to face new challenges. Linnea had a natural affinity for history, often finding her passion through the pages of fantasy books. She loved exploring mythical realms and ancient civilizations, seeing parallels between these fictional worlds and the rich tapestry of martial arts philosophy. Linnea had been training in martial arts since she was five years old, and by now, her skills surpassed those of most instructors at the dojo. Her movements were precise and powerful, reflecting not just physical prowess but a deep understanding of the philosophies behind every technique. She felt a natural connection to the art, as if it were an extension of who she was. Before Christmas Break, Linnea received a letter from her great-grandfather, inviting her to stay and train under him until the break was over. The letter arrived unexpectedly, carrying with it a sense of urgency and importance. Her heart raced as she unfolded it¡ªher family¡¯s legendary roots in martial arts ensured that this invitation was no mere formality. Linnea seized the opportunity. The journey to the remote village deep within the mountains was long and arduous, but filled with excitement at the prospect of learning from her great-grandfather. When she arrived, he sat by the fireplace, surrounded by ancient scrolls and artifacts. "Linnea," he said softly, "I¡¯ve been waiting for you." The next few days were a whirlwind of stories about their family¡¯s past¡ªstories that traced their involvement in martial arts back to ancient times. Her great-grandfather revealed hidden secrets about the lineage and its connection to legendary figures and battles throughout history. Linnea was captivated, her understanding deepening as she delved into both the physical and philosophical aspects of martial arts. The most surprising revelation came when she discovered a mysterious black leather-bound book among the scrolls. The symbols etched into it seemed to call out to her. This artifact held immense power that had been passed down through generations but never fully understood. Her great-grandfather explained that the book contained knowledge and abilities that could be used for good or ill, urging her to wield this power wisely and responsibly. Linnea felt a sense of responsibility and urgency, knowing that she must prepare thoroughly before returning to New York. The training with her great-grandfather was intense and grueling beyond anything Linnea had ever experienced. He pushed her to the limits, testing her physical and mental endurance in ways she never imagined possible. The sessions were relentless, filled with challenges that required both skill and resilience. One evening, after a particularly grueling training session, Linnea found herself bound by ropes in different scenarios. Each scenario was designed to test her ability to escape or defend herself under extreme conditions. Her great-grandfather had set up various setups, ranging from being tied to a heavy object that she needed to move, to situations where she had to free herself from multiple knots and locks. Each scenario pushed Linnea to her physical and mental limits. Her great-grandfather¡¯s training was relentless, designed to test her resolve and skill in extreme conditions. These exercises were not just about physical strength; they required deep concentration, quick thinking, and an unwavering determination to succeed. After several days of this intense training, Linnea emerged stronger both physically and mentally. The knowledge from the book continued to resonate deeply within her martial arts practice. She found that each technique now carried a deeper meaning, and she approached each spar with new clarity and confidence. Her great-grandfather shared advanced techniques that pushed Linnea further, testing her not just in physical combat but also in mental fortitude. She discovered that these challenges were designed to prepare her for situations where escape or defense might be necessary. Returning to high school after her trip felt surreal. The knowledge from the mysterious book continued to weigh heavily on her mind, but Linnea knew that now wasn¡¯t the time for immediate action. She packed up the black leather-bound tome and decided to keep it hidden away, tucked safely at home where no one else would find it. The school year progressed smoothly, and Linnea found herself fitting into her new environment with ease. Her friends noticed changes in her; she seemed more introspective and focused. They supported her as much as they could, offering to help with homework or just lending an ear when she needed to talk about the mysterious book. In the dojo, Linnea continued to train rigorously under the watchful eyes of her instructors. Her skills were even now more far beyond those of most students, and she even more outperformed the top instructors. She found that the knowledge from her great-grandfather¡¯s stories resonated deeply within her martial arts practice. Every technique now carried a deeper meaning, and she approached each spar with new clarity. Her interest in history also grew stronger as she delved into specific eras and cultures. Linnea started attending extra-curricular lectures on ancient warfare and medieval society, eager to learn all she could about the origins of her family¡¯s martial arts traditions. She discovered that many of these techniques were rooted in historical battles and strategies used by legendary warriors. As the school year drew to a close, Linnea found herself at a crossroads. She had always been driven by curiosity¡ªby the desire to understand her family¡¯s past and uncover hidden truths¡ªbut now she was faced with the responsibility of protecting something far greater than she could have ever imagined. The mysterious book continued to sit in her room, waiting for the right moment. Each night, Linnea spent hours immersing herself in its contents, practicing the techniques described within. She felt a growing sense of connection to her heritage and a deeper understanding of martial arts philosophy. With each passing day, she knew that the weight of her family¡¯s legacy had become a part of her¡ªa legacy that now demanded her full attention. Prolong from Grandfather鈥檚 Perspective Prolong from Grandfather¡¯s Perspective Elder Hartley stood in his study, the dim light filtering through the old windows casting long shadows across the wooden floors. His hands rested on the ancient staff he had crafted for Linnea¡ªhis granddaughter¡ªand a sense of pride washed over him as he thought about her upcoming journey to New York City. He had always known that this moment would come, but it didn¡¯t make the decision any easier. Linnea''s acceptance letter lay open on his desk, the proud words "You are Accepted" standing out starkly against the official school stationery. His granddaughter¡¯s dreams were vast, and he could see them in her eyes¡ªeyes filled with a hunger for knowledge and experience that went beyond what Willowbrook could offer. Yet, the cost of the tuition fees was daunting, a financial burden he knew they couldn¡¯t fully shoulder without compromising their own stability. The week before Linnea¡¯s acceptance letter arrived, Elder Hartley had spent hours in the hidden room beneath his house. The room, secreted away and rarely visited, was filled with gold coins¡ªfamily savings set aside for future needs. He had worked diligently to prepare this small fortune, ensuring that it would be enough to help Linnea cover her tuition fees without putting their family¡¯s financial security at risk. The room itself was a testament to the Hartley legacy¡ªa blend of tradition and necessity. The walls were lined with maps and scrolls, each telling a story of resilience, magic, and martial arts discipline. In one corner stood his staff, crafted from alder wood, its surface etched with runes that pulsed faintly with magical energy. After one week Linnea¡¯s come and visit Elder Hartley and stepped into the study, they did have long talk and he gave her the chest with gold coin he did prepare for her. After addressing Linnea¡¯s financial concerns and preparing her for the challenges ahead, Elder Hartley felt a sense of pride yet also a deep responsibility. He had always been a firm believer in the importance of discipline and tradition, but now more than ever, he recognized the need to protect his family''s legacy. Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation. As Linnea¡¯s journey to New York City soon. Elder Hartley force Linnea¡¯s train even harder until she will leave for New York. And each lesson demanded both physical prowess and mental fortitude, pushing her to her limits. He knew that this would be a test of not just her skill but also her resolve. The days leading up to Linnea¡¯s departure were filled with both excitement and apprehension. Elder Hartley had always believed that his granddaughter was destined for greatness, but he also knew the journey would not be easy. Watching her prepare for this next chapter in her life brought a mixture of emotions¡ªpride, concern, and a touch of nostalgia. As Linnea packed her suitcase with care, her grandfather sat quietly in the corner of the room, watching her. He had seen her grow from a young girl into a skilled martial artist and an even more resilient individual. Her dedication to both her family¡¯s traditions and personal growth never ceased to amaze him. Linnea approached each item she packed with thoughtful deliberation, ensuring nothing was overlooked. She carefully placed her grandfather¡¯s gift¡ªa katana¡ªalongside other essential items like her bokken (wooden training sword) for sparring at Lincoln High''s martial arts club. Her martial arts uniform and travel clothes were neatly folded, ready for the journey. Books filled a significant portion of her suitcase. "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu was a must-have, and "Mysteries of Willowbrook," an ancient tome passed down through generations, held a special place in her heart. The book detailed family history and the magi and heritage. Linnea had not yet reviewed everything; she knew there were still secrets hidden within its pages. Her grandfather¡¯s eyes softened as he watched her pack "The New York City Guidebook," which would be her compass in a city far from home. He was glad to see her taking this step, but also worried about the responsibilities she would leave behind in Willowbrook. Magic supplies occupied a smaller but equally important space in her luggage: her alder staff, herbs and incense for focus, and the crystal amulet, a family heirloom that amplified her magical abilities. These items were crucial not just for her safety but also to help her maintain her connection to home despite the distance. Elder Hartley couldn¡¯t help but feel a sense of pride as he saw Linnea¡¯s thoughtful preparations. He knew this trip was more than just about learning and growing¡ªit was about embracing the fullness of who she was, including the magic that flowed through her veins. Meeting with the Goddess One moonlit night, as Linnea lay in bed reading from an ancient black leather-bound tome, a strange sensation washed over her. Warmth spread from the book like an invisible force, coursing through her veins and enveloping her in an otherworldly light. Everything around her blurred, and the world shifted before her eyes. Suddenly, she felt herself falling¡ªor perhaps being pulled¡ªinto darkness. Her mind screamed as she struggled against whatever was happening. There was no time to react before the light faded completely, leaving only silence and an eerie stillness in its place. A voice echoed in her head, soft yet commanding: "You are no longer of this world." Then, everything went black. When Linnea''s eyes fluttered open, she found herself in total darkness. The last thing she remembered was reading from the ancient tome. Now, she lay in a void, her mind racing with confusion and fear. "Where am I?" Linnea whispered into the silence. No answer came, but the voice returned, clearer this time: "You are no longer of this world." She tried to move, only to realize her body was immobile. Her body felt heavy yet light at the same time¡ªcold and damp, with a faint scent of earth and something older, more ancient. Suddenly, she could feel a presence¡ªa silent watcher from afar. Linnea''s heart pounded in her chest as fear turned to excitement. This was not a dream; it felt too real, too surreal. The voice spoke again: "Do not fear. You have been chosen." Chosen for what? Linnea''s mind raced with questions she dared not ask aloud. The silence stretched on, and yet time seemed to move slower here, as if the rules of physics had shifted entirely. A soft glow appeared in front of her, a single point that grew larger, brighter until it took shape: first a silhouette, then form. Linnea''s breath hitched as she saw what approached¡ªa figure made of light and shadow, beautiful yet terrifying. The goddess stood before her, her eyes glowing with an inner fire that mirrored the light in the room. She wore robes of purest white, adorned with stars and constellations, and her presence filled Linnea with awe and reverence. "Linnea," she said softly, "you have journeyed far to find me." Linnea''s voice trembled as she spoke: "Who are you? Why do you watch over me?" The goddess smiled gently but remained enigmatic. Her voice was warm yet commanding, a paradox that Linnea found both comforting and challenging. "Knowledge is power, but it can also be perilous if used without wisdom." Linnea nodded hesitantly. She had always believed she held some form of destiny, but to meet the very being who controlled such things¡ªit was overwhelming. "The journey you are on..." the goddess paused thoughtfully, "is one your father has taken before. It is now your time." Linnea''s world froze for a moment. Her mouth went dry, and her mind went blank. She could feel the weight of the goddess¡¯s words pressing down on her like a heavy fog. "What... what do you mean?" Linnea stammered, her voice barely audible. The goddess¡¯s expression remained calm but stern. "You are not human. You have been chosen for reasons you cannot yet understand." Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more. Linnea''s eyes widened with shock and disbelief. She felt the room closing in around her, her heart pounding so loudly she could hardly hear herself think, and felt an overwhelming sense of disbelief wash over her as the goddess spoke. "I am not human," she whispered, struggling against the realization. The goddess''s gaze softened. "You are something more." Linnea shook her head violently, rejecting the notion. "No, this is a mistake. I refuse to believe it. I want to go home!" The goddess¡¯s expression remained calm but firm. "Your journey begins, Linnea. Deny it as much as you wish, but you will learn the truth." Linnea''s denial grew more fervent. She tried to push herself away from the goddess, but her movements felt sluggish and weak. "Please, just let me go," she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. The goddess¡¯s smile was knowing. "You cannot deny your destiny any longer. You will come to understand." After a long moment of struggle, Linnea''s resolve began to waver. The weight of the goddess¡¯s words pressed down on her like a heavy fog, and slowly, she gave in. "You are not human," the goddess repeated gently. "You must accept that truth." Linnea looked up, her eyes filled with a mixture of disbelief and acceptance. "Alright... I accept it. What am I, then?" The goddess''s smile was knowing but enigmatic. "You will discover that on your journey. But first, you need begin new chapter in your life." The goddess¡¯s smile was gentle but unyielding. "I have been watching you since your birth." "Why do you keep watch over me?" Linnea demanded, her voice filled with urgency. "Why now?" Linnea''s mind raced with questions. She had always felt different, as if there was something more to her than she could understand. Now, the truth was dawning on her. The goddess¡¯s smile was gentle but unyielding. "I have been watching you since your birth. Your potential is unique and has grown stronger over time." "Why? Why me?" Linnea asked, her voice filled with both fear and curiosity. The goddess''s gaze was steady and calm. "Because you are ready. The time has come." Linnea fell silent, her mind still trying to wrap around the enormity of what she had been told. She felt a mix of awe, fear, and excitement, all swirling together in her chest. "Can I ask one more thing?" Linnea finally managed to say, her voice trembling slightly. The goddess nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "Go on." "Why do you need me to complete this journey?" The goddess''s smile was knowing. "Because the path is not complete without you, and it is your destiny to find those answers." Linnea felt a heavy weight settle in her chest. She knew she had no choice but to trust this being, even if she didn¡¯t fully understand. Explaining the Different Rounds The goddess''s eyes gleamed with an inner fire as she explained: "You will be transfer to one of many rounds of existence. It will be a round in middle age, where magic and different races coexist. And you have already interacted with one round of existence by accident when you were young. Your mind, still developing, shaped it from your imagination and dreams." Linnea''s heart skipped a beat. She had no memory of creating such a place. The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning. Linnea¡¯s confusion deepened. "But¡­ how is this possible? How did I create another world? Why didn''t I remember this?" Linnea asked, her voice filled with both shock and dread. The goddess¡¯s gaze was compassionate but firm. "Memories of your true nature are suppressed until the time is right." Linnea felt a sense of awe and fear intertwine within her. She had no idea what lay ahead, but she knew one thing for certain: this was only the beginning. The goddess¡¯s ¡°I will send you to that world.¡± Linnea''s mind raced with questions. "What does that mean? What am I supposed to do here?" The goddess smiled knowingly. "You have been given a unique role to play. You are part of a greater tapestry¡ªa cosmic web woven over centuries, where your actions will influence the fate of countless beings." The goddess smiled gently. "You will be on our journey soon. Trust in the path, and you will find your way." Linnea took a deep breath, ready to face whatever lay ahead. The goddess''s words echoed in her mind: "We shall begin your journey. I will guide you from here." Then suddenly again, Linnea felt herself falling¡ªor perhaps being pulled¡ªinto an abyss of darkness. Her mind screamed as she struggled against whatever was dragging her away. There was no time to react; the light faded completely, leaving only silence and a suffocating stillness in its place.