Author's Notes: I can explain

So some of you might've seen that there's an update of my chapter a few days ago, but quickly your excitement and good mood is quickly broken when you see that there's no new chapters yet!

But if there's no new chapter yet, then why did the fanfic appear on the front page again?

Well that's because at that time I just finished with my rework chapters (they span from chapter 6 to 12, I'll talk about it more later on) and start applying it, replacing old chapters with the new ones.

But then the unexplainable happens, somehow after I replaced a few chapters and deletes a few more, my fanfic seems to reappear on the front page as if I've just updated it!

I have no explanation for that part, it does baffle me and despite free advertisement (yee haw) I nearly lost my marbles because, get this, when you replace or delete a bunch of chapters at the same time, the website needs a few minutes, even hours, to process them all.

So there it was, my fanfic returned to front page but with jumbled and messy chapters that are out of order and a complete jungle. If you noticed I even changed my fanfic description just to write that it's 'currently under maintenance', good old PR damage control.

So there you have it, my reason for your inconvenience. But, we're not here to talk about that all day now do we?

Enjoy the new chapter nerds, sorry for the confusion!

Having lost any sense of politeness, I keep rapping the door repeatedly. In any normal scenario I wouldn't dare to do so, I would've feared the chance to attract the attention of the whole dormitory.

Now's not a time of normal scenarios however! And so calls drastic measures!

Soon I begin to hear movement coming from inside the room. The door opens to reveal Amanda whose eyes quickly go wide at the sight of me.

"Oh shit", Was all Amanda had to say. If her way of greeting me indicated anything, it's that now isn't a good time for me to come. I have no time to give that thought any care however, as a more pressing matter is at hand.

"Oh shit to you too, O'Neill". I greet the girl with a frown. "Do all Americans greet people like that?"

Pushing past her, I enter the room without waiting for her permission and begin to look around. Currently, besides Amanda there's only Jasminka in the room who, as expected, is currently eating her snacks.

For some reason, the pink haired girl doesn't seem too surprised at my presence here compared to Amanda. The latter walks up beside me in an awkward manner and with a nervous laugh, the American witch continues. "Hey, hey man, I know this is pretty sudden but there's something you gotta know".

"Fire away", I say offhandedly as I begin to walk around the room with searching eyes.

"Right! So, this might be a pretty hard hitting news for you, so don't freak out, alright?"

"Sure". I answer from under the bed, trying to see if that goofball of a witch is somehow stuck down there. Considering her size it's plausible.

Unfortunately I only found hidden stashes of candies and snacks.

I glance towards Jasminka, the girl only smiles in reply and continue eating her snack.

"Wait, never mind that last thing I said, I shouldn't ask you to not freak out, you have all the reasons to but just don't flip out on me okay?!" Amanda requests, she seems unusually distressed about whatever news she's holding. Unfortunately I'm too preoccupied to let my mind linger on that for long.

"Of course", I answer. I look under the bed Jasminka is currently sitting on and I'm surprised to see nothing underneath it, not even a layer of dust.

That's terribly unusual, I'd expected to find numerous mechanical parts and whatnot.

And why did I expect to find that on the bed where Jasminka's sitting on? Well, it's because despite my urgency, I'm still able to note the peculiar nature of the room.

It's surprising how the three inhabitants of this room have differing care for tidiness and tast in decorations, so much so that I could confidently guess which bed's which with just one look.

Despite the stash of snacks underneath it, Amanda owns the bottom bunk bed, judging from it being the messiest of the three beds and its least… feminine taste in decorations. Jasminka owns the top bunk bed, judging from its clean and comfy tidiness, with colourful pillows and other fluffy items decorating the bed. And finally, Constanze owns the one that Jasminka's currently sitting on, the cleanest and blandest looking bed with minimum change from its default design, a classic look for a humorous German!

"So, what I'm trying to say is… I lost your bracelet, my bad". Amanda says, her words reduced to whispers by the end of it.

I stop my search, straighten my back and look towards Amanda. "Amanda, where's Constanze?"

Amanda blinks a few times, visibly baffled by my lacklustre response. "What? She's on her- I mean, she's not here and no I don't know where she went".

"This is her bed, no?" I ask, pointing to the bed in question.

"Yeah!" Amanda answers. Despite voice beginning to rise in confidence, I still manage to pick up a nervous tone behind it. "So are we cool? Are you cool with this?"

"Sure", I answer offhandedly, earning a relieved sigh from Amanda as a response.

Jasminka who'd been silently watching my endeavour with interest finally breaks her silence and joins in the conversation. Pausing her eating (a gesture that means you're that worthwhile), she asks. "What do you need Constanze for?"

"I need a fridge", I answer in a deadpan manner.

There's a powerful silence that follows my answer. I'd expected a laugh from Amanda, but oddly enough none came from her, not even a snicker.

"I see", the pink haired girl finally says. She says nothing more after that and returns to eating her snack.

Jasminka goes quiet after that, something to be expected when she's eating her snacks. But right now it's clear as day that that I'm in dire need for help and if what happened a few nights ago proved one thing, it's that Jasminka isn't the type to ignore a friend in need.

Something smells fishy, and it's not the fish sticks Jasminka is munching through.

"Jasminka…" I slowly turn to the girl. "Where's your dear friend?"

It may be invisible to the naked eyes, but I saw Jasminka's hand twitch and pause for a split second from reaching her snack, a gesture that might fly over the average person's head but not someone who knows her well.

Jasminka suddenly takes a fistful of her fish sticks and eats it in one bite, denying any chances for her to reply to my question verbally.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and sighs. "Listen, guys, like listen. I don't care for any shenanigans that you guys have, but I really, really, need that girl. Like right now".

The two girls exchange glances before they look to me again with dodgy eyes. After a long wait, both of them finally speaks but at the same time.

"She's sick". Amanda says.

"She went to town". Jasminka also says, earning a face palm from her red haired friend.

That's 'asking for help from your friends ticked permanently off my list.

The room goes silent again as the bean is now properly spilled. I don't even need to ask again as Amanda already gives in. Shrugging, the American witch says. "Fine, fine you got us. She won't like you there but I guess we have no choice".

Before I could register what Amanda's words meant, Jasminka had already stood up and lead me by my hand to Constanze's bed and signals me to get onto it.

I duly follow her direction and awkwardly sit on the edge of the bed, not before taking off my shoes of course, an act that catches Amanda's attention.

I frown. "Please don't tell me you wear your shoes to bed".

Amanda raises a brow. "Do you want to see her or what?"

Amanda then holds up a finger, as if what she'll say next is something vital that needs to be remembered if I want to stay alive. "She won't like interruptions, so try to explain your reason quickly. Good luck!"

I blink a few times, having no idea what her words meant. That uncertainty begins to raise a new sense of alarm in me. "What… what do you mean by that? Jasminka, what did she mean? What's going on?!"

No response came from the pink haired girl, instead, she reaches for the wooden bed post and presses it. The wooden post unexpectedly moves and produces a peculiar mechanical clicking noise, followed closely by deep rumbling from underneath me.

Before I could react, the bed suddenly spins uncontrollably and throws me under! I've expected to feel pain once I land on the floor, but to my complete surprise, the impact never came as a trapdoor opens right underneath the bed!

The last thing I saw and hear before my tumble into darkness is the shrinking vision of Jasminka giving me a good natured wave and Amanda's fleeting laughter as I fall deeper and deeper into the dark.

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I land ungracefully on a chair and the first thing I notice after I break out of my shock is that I'm now in an entirely different room.

Warm lights hang on the walls of this wide room, with tall bookshelves leaned against the wall that peculiarly has no windows whatsoever, only having a few air vents are scattered across the ceiling to provide air ventilation.

I realize that, wherever I am, it's underground.

At the end of the room is a wide sketching table with a large blueprint secured on it. Constanze stands in front of it with a book in hand and a white cup in another. Her shocked expression is enough to tell me that she didn't expect a visit, more so from me.

I push myself up from the chair and approach the surprised girl. "Constanze! I've been looking all over for you!"

But before I could even take a few steps forward, I'm quickly met with pain in my leg.

Looking down, I find a menacing gang of Stanbots, all huddled together in a tight defensive formation, separating me from their master.

"Go away, go away!" The Stanbots chant in unison, throwing their angry little arms in the air while others point accusingly at me.

A commendable but easy obstacle to avoid, one quick leap and I've successfully landed past the Stanbots and with one short uninterrupted walk later I finally arrive in front of Constanze.

"I need your help, Constanze" I say in one quick breath, arching my back so I meet eye level with the girl.

Constanze is apparently still surprised by my arrival here. She only blinks a few times and fails to make any response to my request.

Trying to get the 'words' out of her, I grab her shoulders and begin shaking her. "I need a fridge, wait no, a freezer. It doesn't need to be big but enough to put lots of jars in it, or just one but massive jar".

While I was busy trying to negotiate with Constanze, some of the Stanbots have already scaled up my body and now continues to attack me in various places, all while they're chanting aggressively "Go away, go away!"

"Ouch! Nasty little buggers!" It's not much, but done repeatedly, their attacks are beginning to bother me.

The Stanbots chants must've pulled Constanze out of her dreamland, as she suddenly snaps out of her stunned state and shakes her head with furrowed brows. She continues to pull out a notebook seemingly out of thin air and pushes it near my face. On it are the words 'can't!'

I groan and try again. "Please, Constanze. I really, really, really need your help here. If you help me I promise I'll pay you back someday, anything you want!"

The Stanbots presses their attack, tugging and pulling at my clothes and hair with reckless abandon. My legs begin to buckle against the weight. Any attempt to discard the Stanbots are met with failure as if one falls or thrown off, another would immediately take its place.

"Cut off one head and two more shall take its place!" The Stanbots chant menacingly. I could swear I saw some of them hold both their hands up when they chant that, like some sort of secret salute.

The whole time I'm being attacked Constanze hadn't said or done anything, but not for a bad reason. Surprisingly, she seems to be seriously considering my bizarre request. Deep in thought, the little witch's silence and patient thinking greatly contrast the scene in front of her in an almost comical manner.

As the onslaught continues and just before I thought all hope is lost, Constanze finally lifts her eyes to meet mine and nods. The last traces of her hesitation long gone, replaced now with that determined look in her green eyes that I'm beginning to grow accustomed with.

In an instant, all the Stanbots cease their attacks and look at the girl in synthetic disbelieve, myself (organically) included.

I immediately shake the Stanbots off me, sending them spiralling onto the floor in heaps of metal before I take Constanze's hand in mine and begin shaking it so vigorously that it made her drop the book she was holding and nearly making her spill her cup's contents.

"Thank you, thank you thank you thank you! I'll never forget this. I'll buy you a meal someday! No, I'll buy you two meals, three, a whole lifetime worth of food if you want!"

Constanze could only pout and grunt in annoyance at my endless handshaking but doesn't bother to pull away from it.

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I wipe the sweat from my forehead, breathing out a deep sigh of relieve as I lean my back on the brand new freezer courtesy of Constanze. The freezer was moved to the front of my room by a generous Jasminka, who's unexpectedly stubborn when I told her that I can push it inside myself.

After careful negotiation, which involves food, she finally gives up and leaves the freezer at my front door. I had to push the freezer inside myself just to avoid giving Jasminka a shock by showing her the current state of my room.

I noticed that the stone was still bleeding when I returned, but not nearly as worse as it was when I left the room. Not taking any chances, the moment electricity runs into the freezer, I threw that troublemaker into a jar (RIP jar that I'll never ever use again) and shoved it into the freezer.

Good news comes quickly as the stone completely stops its bleeding and is now sleeping soundly inside the freezer.

All's well that ends well.

Looking around my room, I see half of my floor is still covered in blood. Most of them had dried during my absence, which is gross, yet some of them curiously retain their liquid form.

I note how the still liquid blood runs and seeps between the seams of the floorboards in one direction, as if it's drained somewhere.

I follow the bloody stream and end up facing my wardrobe. Opening it, I'm pleased to see that the blood didn't seep into the furniture or any of my clothes stored in it.

Wherever the blood runs to, it runs somewhere underneath my wardrobe to God knows where.

I make a mental note to someday check what's underneath this wardrobe, but for now I think I've exerted enough energy for the fiascos I faced today.

Now, I wonder if the cleaning service gnomes will be willing to clean this up, though I highly doubt that 'cleaning an unholy amount of blood' is part of their job description when they signed up.

I suppose I should give them a mighty incentive to convince them to clean it and at the same time silence their tongues. I sure hope they'll be discreet with my predicament if I give them enough tips!

I make another mental note atop of my previous mental note that I have to start saving my money so I could bribe the gnomes generously.

Well, that's bribery ticked off of the ever growing list of rules I'm breaking in this school.

Moving on!

So let's get this straight first. The blood from my wound got into the stone and it somehow made it throw a fit and vomit blood all over my room.

Last time I checked, the stone is supposed to act as some sort of catalyst, to turn blood into magic just as wands turn our inner magic into spells. But why did I get… this?

To say that I was not and am not freaking out would be a lie. All the information I've learnt; about the stone being a versatile weapon that runs on blood and that it possibly killed at least a few thousands in the past, should've made me more than ready for this moment. But so far I've failed to resist the urge to freak out.

B-but wait! I shouldn't be panicking in this situation right? I mean, wasn't I the one who'd been meaning to try experiments on the stone?

Sitting on the desk is my rotary telephone, one reach of the hand and I can make a quick call to Mr Wright, a responsible thing to do in my part. And on the other side of the desk is my stack of books relating to blood magic, conveniently placed there in this moment of conflicting decisions to purposely fill my heart with naughty desires.

Yarr, the age old conflict between giving in to your rational fear or let your curiosity kill you.

'Don't tell Mr Wright about it!' a voice, squeaky in nature, suddenly pops into existence on my left. 'Yes it would be the responsible thing to do, yes it would be the safest thing to do, but wouldn't that just show him that you're incapable of responsibly keeping the stone safe? Maybe he'd lose so much faith in you that he'll take the stone away'

"Oh, nobody wants that now do we?" I mutter to myself.

'Tell Mr Wright about it!' a second squeaky voice, now on my right, pops into existence too and exclaims. 'Weren't you the one who despised having it from the start? Weren't you the one who wanted nothing with the stone? You have to be responsible and rational, so you should tell Mr Wright about it! If he does decide to take the stone away from you, then so be it! It's the right thing to do!'

"That sounds reasonable, terribly reasonable".

'And miss out an opportunity to have an awesome magical artefact for yourself and yours alone?' The left voice retorts. 'As far as we're concerned, now with the stone's original owner gone, you're as good as its newest rightful owner! It's your rightful loot! Just don't tell Mr Wright for a week or more, use that time to see how this will play out. Who knows, the stone holds some secrets within secrets…"

"Morbid and cruel, but that's how the world works, I guess? And I think you're suggesting patience which is a good thing, right?"

'No! That's not the right thing to do!' The right voice cries again. 'A week wouldn't be enough to experiment on the stone to know its full potential, knowing how little free time and your own ability as a wizard! Give it a month or more!'

Despite being nothing but a figment of my imagination, I could feel that the left voice is currently giving the right voice an incredulous look. 'I thought you're supposed to be our good conscience?!'

'Life is unexpected and varied my friend, that's what makes it interesting', the right voice responds.

And just like that, pop goes my inner voices, leaving me with lingering ideas for me to think about.

Before I could decide on this crucial decision, my telephone suddenly rings, properly startling me and making me flinch. The adrenaline rushing through my body earlier must've made me jumpy, good thing no one saw that.

A familiar bubbling noise appears before I could answer the phone.

"Yes, yes", I sigh. "Very funny, Francis".

A familiar voice, covered with static and hindered by bad reception, ring from the other side of the phone. "H-hello, Mr Franklin, it's me Mr Wright".

I lift the handle up to my ear and pause for a second. Despite knowing we're only connected by voice, I find myself instinctively smiling.

"Hello there".

"Hello to you too?" Mr Wright replies in a bemused manner. "A-anyway, I'm sorry for this irregular call but… you wouldn't be having any sort of trouble with the 'you know what', right?"

"Absolutely not, why would you think of that?"

"Well I'm not sure myself, just an odd hunch I'm feeling". Mr Wright explains, taking a few hesitant pauses before continuing. "It's those kinds of hunches you get when you're far away but you know something somewhere went wrong".

I fidget on the spot but manage to keep my smile still, as if doing that is vital to keep the façade up. "I-I see".

"Well!" Mr Wright exclaims, surprising me with abrupt change of tone. "It appears that you're not what my hunch is referring to, it must be something else entirely! Forgive me for this call boy, I'm sure I'm interrupting your school activities with this".

"Positively! I was about to do something school related before your call".

Oddly, there's a pause that came from Mr Wright after that, I somehow know he's having trouble on whatever he wants to say next.

Mr Wright resumes, his voice more sullen than before. "Also, Franklin, about London…"

"You want to talk about that, Mr Wright?" I ask, my smile briefly fading in surprise that Mr Wright wants to bring this up right now. "Amadeus had already told me about that and now's not a…."

I glance at the mess behind me before answering. "…Now's not really a suitable time".

Although now that I think about it, this is the first time we've talked since I left London, which is odd considering all the bizarre happenings that had happened since we parted ways.

But it's not entirely a lie that it's not the time for that, I just fail to see the benefits of revisiting that unpleasant part of my life in this moment of pleasant delirium, from a phone call no less.

"What if they rig the phone lines", I joke, light enough to not sound like I don't want the conversation to continue. Mr Wright might've noticed it as he quickly makes up his mind and agrees.

"Right, right. I suppose now's not the time".

The old man was quick to change his tone, after clearing his throat and a short-second pause, Mr Wright continues with his usual light-heartedness. "Well then! I'll leave you to your businesses, good luck, Franklin".

The phone call finally ends. I put the phone onto its cradle and let my hand rest on it for a good minute, trying to grasp my breath slowly and wrap my mind around what I just did. A smile, now almost inhuman all things considered, still present on my lips.

I have no idea why I'm still wearing this smile.

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The next day we're having another class of magical… something. Whatever it was it got Akko pretty riled up because apparently Diana aced the class, as usual, and that seems to unsettle Akko, as usual.

Among the three girls, Akko stands furthest away from me around the alchemical table in an attempt to distance herself away from me, something she'd been trying to do whenever she has the opportunity lately.

Looks like the tables have turned? And it's not the other team's table beside us that's literally been turned over by a failed concoction that went explosive.

Riddle me this: If someone attempts to concoct an explosive potion but critically failed in the process, would the potion explode and would it be bigger or smaller than the original intend? Same question applies to poisons.

Lotte had been trying her best to calm her agitated friend, but, as usual, her attempts fell on deaf ears. Meanwhile Sucy who's standing right beside me had been silent the whole class, her usual snide and remarks doesn't show at all today as she busies herself with her alchemical works while being beset on all sides by idiots.

The normalcy of the day contrasts the bizarre events that had unfolded yesterday, and naturally, I don't let my mind stay in this class, rather let it wander on much more important things while absently stirring my stomach relieving potion with vacant eyes.

"Right? Jerry?" Akko asks, leaning forward on the table so she could see me.

Now what am I supposed to do with the stone now? Like I know what I want to do with it, thanks to my little personal group discussion the other day, but how exactly am I going to start this?

So far through my readings, I could only get a few hints and snippets on how blood magic spells are practised. For all the extensive information I've received on blood magic, none of them really mentioned much on the practise side.

Most of the things I read about blood magic are its history and legends, which I read anyway because… goddammit, I'm so easily distracted!

Akko's previous semi-cordial tone quickly changes to that of annoyance and irritation. "Fine! Keep staring at your potion and ignore me".

There's another good question: just what will I use for my blood magic? Human blood?

No, that's too far off and unnecessary. Remembering what I read, some magical creature's blood could work as a substitute or even work better than human blood in some cases.

Now with that in mind, I can't just dart an endangered Sumatran tiger and bring it here just to take a few bags of fresh blood! The best course of action, if blood magic could work with it, is to use preserved blood.

Akko's continued rants continue over my head, with her voice raised more and more, it's no wonder that some students turn their heads on the commotion. "You think I need your attention? I don't need anyone's attention! Pervert".

That would mean I'll need a batch of them readily available for my experiments. I'd be fortunate if the school stockpiles them, but in the case that they don't, I'll need to get my hands dirty and kill a few swines myself and preserve their blood myself.

But that would mean a bit of alchemical mumbo jumbo will be involved, which isn't my strongest subject!

As if to put a case in my point, Lotte yelps once she notices what I'm currently doing. "J-Jericho! Y-your potion!"

I'm briefly snapped back into reality and look down to the potion I've been absently working on, or rather, the empty bowl that now has a massive hole in its bottom that continues past the table and down the floorboards.

"No, no, I was intending this to happen, see" I say offhandedly, grabbing a new undamaged bowl and taking new ingredients for me to waste again.

Lotte seems somewhat unconvinced with my excuse, but she has too much troublemaker in her hands to worry too much about me.

Akko however, seems to enjoy the idea of me being as weak as her on alchemy class. With her finger pointed accusingly towards me, she cries. "Hah! See? I'm not the only one that did that!"

I wonder if I can get some help in this endeavour. If I want to get this thing going, I need someone who won't make acid when they try to make a stomach relieving potion.

Well technically, there won't be any pain in the stomach if there's no stomach to begin with.

Oh dear, I realize I just made acid, I'm afraid I have no permit to do so!

Anyhow, so far, the people who're aware about the stone's existence are me, Aaron, Mr Wright, Wang, and Amadeus. Among them, those who actually know that I still have it in my possession are Aaron and Mr Wright, which as far as I'm aware, not alchemically inclined.

"Dammit stop ignoring me! So annoying!" Akko shouts furiously, slamming her hand on the alchemical table and sending some tools toppling.

Just who's skilled enough, and at the same time trustworthy enough to help me?

As I dwell on these thoughts, I almost fail to notice the cloud of powder that flies before my eyes. The powder doesn't settle in the air for long however, as it suddenly shimmers and burns out mid-air in a spectacular fashion.

Sucy, as usual, had been ignoring her teammate's assignment to work on her own craft. She's currently mixing various exotic ingredients into her own pistil and processes it with great speed but without sacrificing care. How her hand moves and her calm yet focused eyes shows just how experienced she is with her work.

With a flick of her fingers, the fire of the burner sparks to life and Sucy's concoction begins to bubble as the heat rises. The concoction's surprisingly woody and resinous smell wafts through the air, capturing the attention of several students who turn their heads to its source.

A sprinkle of grounded ingredients and the concoction begins to shift in colour in the most mesmerizing way, its previously thick and dull colour begins to glow as what appears to be live fire lights up inside it.

The whole scene paints itself like a goddess creating life itself, or of a Valkyrie who captivates the entire opera by herself. The performance ends when Sucy blows onto the burner, bringing the flame and her potion making to an end with a satisfying result.

The girl however, lacks any form of emotion as she looks at her commendable creation, only gazing at it silently with an unreadable expression.

Sucy notices my stare and replies with an annoyed frown that pulls me away out of my daze. The pale witch doesn't say a word and instead returns her attention to her finished product.

At this point, Akko's yells and rants had completely fallen on deaf ears as I'm lost again in the thoughts Sucy's potion making evoked in me.

Now I just need to know how to negotiate.

I wonder if Sucy takes bribe money pretty well.

Author's Notes season 2, Egypt Hen: So I mentioned that I finished my rework chapters, they span from chapter 6 till 15, but the crucial ones, the ones that I remade from the ground up and are now completely different and (hopefully) better than the old ones are chapter 6 till 10.

While in general, rework chapters are done to expand the old story, these rework actually serves to reduce them, make them more effective and compact and make things easier to understand.

There are changes that might effect the next chapters that might confuse you if you don't read those rework chapters, but they're mostly more trivial matters and interaction bits, nothing too crucial to the vanilla plot point.

They're a not bad read even if you've already read the original. If you're done reading this chapter and wants more misadventures from your favourite male only OC in the lwa fandom, then I suggest reading those rework chapters. Trust me it's a whole different experience than the old ones!

So to sum it up: rework chapters are 6 till 15, critically changed are 6 till 10, you can read or ignore them it's up to you, won't confuse you a great deal if you don't!

Also yes, I'm aware that in my last chapter's author's notes I mentioned that this chapter will come, and I quote, 'quicker than a quick… thing'. Sorry for not delivering on that promise! I was busy finishing those darned rework chapters, but they're all done now so I'm all yours from now on, for better or for worse.

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I think there's a BNHA x LWA fanfic already, but its unfortunately in a foreign alien language!

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Its basically a sin to make a male OC and put it inside an all-girls story and not write any romance into the story, its just not right! But who will I pick for that role? Only time will tell my friend 3

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That night, when cold winds begin to stir and the moon touches its highest point, a deep, resonating sound echoes through a dark cave way hidden deep underneath the chapel at the base of the New Moon Tower. Its the howling of the wind, blowing through the deep and intricate tunnel ways composed of blue stones.

Deep in the cave, there's an opening where the cold howling wind doesn't touch, and there on the bed of the cave lies crescent shaped leaves, scattered, erratic, and still.

Yet, despite the absence of wind, the leaves begin to stir and move.

Its illogical, almost magical, its as if they've been awakened by something.