Ever since her nonbiological Mom died, she loathed and blamed herself for that. Avery Maureen Del Hera escaped home when she thought her father whom she grew up with wanted her to go to States, and even be with her biological parents, without him fighting for her. Hence, that's the bare part of the story. When she escaped home, she found a place . . . with the help of her own fate. A zone-like place, literally, with its wide and grandeur sceneries, isolated from the world. It's the Zone of Yavanna, or how the Zoners called it as Forest Survival. It definitely comes with names. Yet she eventually held one while being in there, a codename- a new identity: Cosimia. Her tale begins right at that moment. A journey of being the real sleeping beauty, for she's never awakened with the truth that she's been lost all along. She may have sought where she belongs, but did she see where it will lead her? In this forest that bargains life, away from the cruelty of death, one will strive for the betterment of herself, to think of what will become of her. Here's the thing, she's never a Del Hera, yes, but did she know, too, she's never Avery Maureen?View More
The next morning, I was awoken by something. It was these consistent knocks on the door.I groaned in frustration. I can't stand it yet. I'm still tired. I covered my head with a pillow as I tried to get much sleep."Cos! Cos!" Paris screamed in succession as he knocked louder and louder.I closed my eyes tightly. "Leave me alone, Paris. I'm tired," I complained to him, hesitating whether to get up and open the door for him. Especially to stop him from screaming my name."Let's go! Come on!" His deep, flat voice is enough to make my eyes wide open. How come I could get the sleep I want? "You don't want to be left behind, do you?"But I’m not in the mood especially from what happened last night. I'm fine with that idea. "Just go. I don't— I— just leave me alone." I took another deep breath. Can’t say that I'm super tired. How I wish it's that easy to tell him that I
"I wasn't expecting to see you here," Psyche said as she entered the hut which is where I am. Titus is behind her. "Well, we are in fragments of reality that made our world be this small enough to let us meet each other at the end of the day," I replied to her, taking a tablespoon of soup in a bowl with marinated meat. I put a little of it for my rice on my plate before spooning and pouring. Titus whispered to Psyche and nodded at me before leaving the hut. He moved to the one next to us. Probably, it's because of having two wooden chairs only in one hootch with candlelights to lighten the dim ground outside. Psyche rings the bell so as the serious-looking Titus lets the waitpersons know some customers want to order food. Just a moment later, two people arrived from the main house of the exceptional place that serves to be their kitchen. Withal, it appears to be nostalgic. I became wistful for a while for I remember
If I were inside a castle made of glass, I would be frozen in defeat. Perhaps, the reason is beyond what I can't foresee. It might be suffocating.Weeks later after the Game, I am here, an official Zoner.The wind sings as its melody accompanies its southward invisible note. It was also fresh this morning.Who wants to smother in a cage of deceit? How can someone enjoy life if he or she can't be an autonomous person? Chained is its ostensible to the interlock of disquietude and self-slaughter which never do good in life and its phenomenon.As my hands gripped the railings of the top floor of the Wooden Tower, which the Zoners named, I felt every flow of air in my hair. Its blowing almost drove me away from the place where I am staying."Cos."I turned to Riley when he called me. He is carrying two cups of coffee, still puffing some smoke. He is still wearing black nightclothes. His hair i
The orange sky almost engulfed the setting sun to oust it from its throne. The moon is waiting for it to end so that it can reign here for a while. It is only then that we decided to leave the place.I returned to factuality the moment Gideon woke me up as he gently dragged me out of the abyss of dreams. I thought I am not capable of escaping its unending vortex, thank you and he woke me up.At the same moment when we exited the small, bewildering hut with illuminating candlelights, we saw Freyja and her colleague walk toward the exceptional place with the other teams behind them.My eyebrows met, giving them a confused stare. It seems like they fought each other. Some parts of their bodies are dripping with sweat. It's a bit filthy— how to look at them as well. They are still chasing their breaths and some of them are still frowning.What could have occurred when they were in the Game? And why would they be tog
I never comprehend why the pumping organ inside my chest would be this breakneck and stentorian. It might get away from its cage and I can't be able to chase it. It has some kind of unraveled riddle that must be the rationale of what makes this happening inside of me. The Game did this and I should tell myself it's not helping at all.I thought something would be a fairy-tale after we went beyond the large and long thick barricade that has a ladder on its middle part. We climbed it and we're able to discover the place.But different is everywhere that I have seen. Ruins are the subdivision and the only scenery to be cast about each of every side and direction. Vines and grasses that are covering the remaining pieces of each house are the manifest this place is abandoned.We climbed down the ladder that is waiting for us and create steps forward.I looked at the Leader as I saw something that flickered in his eyes. A g
As I tiptoed and glanced in the left and right direction, my heart almost escaped as it throbbed undeniably faster which made it hard for me to be at ease. I turned to the complacent leader who was folding his arms and watching me with a blank expression.I frowned at him."Can't you assist me, Leader?" I sarcastically uttered as I looked behind him to see if there's an enemy. “You’ve been like that the whole time. Justice please.”He did not take his eyes off the sky, I mean, what's even with the sky that he wants looking at it? He shrugged his shoulder and up an eyebrow. "Life is always unfair, right? It is easier for me to read through you. Because of that thought, I think your world's not fair. You're playing but not as a whole. What is it that you're truly feeling?"It was a fact that he said, and I admit it turned me into a frozen statue who stares at his manipulating cold eyes. I averted it somewhere just so I could
I have chips inside the pocket of my denim jacket. With the amount I get, it won't be immediately used up by the user. I can tell Gideon have plenty of it inside his denim jacket, too.When we picked up those, we assured ourselves that we would be having this kind of weapon enough to survive the Chip Wreck. He arrived before I was blindfolded and when I knew I was in the group, he just nodded. Took the clothe and changed his current outfit in the bathroom.It looks like he's the only one who can't do that.And that was when I realized that we have to change our upper suits involving our own shirt earlier. Aside from the denim jacket, we both wore blue collarless bench bottoms based on the one I pulled out of the jar as a symbol that we were both in a group.We all switched for the Game.A while ago I didn't even notice what they were wearing even the color of them but they did the same after pulling out and before the Leade
For those who had remained, I gave them love, but they bestowed me curses and hatred in return.The funny notion about irony and worth is that they couldn't be quested. Irony blazoned itself as irony, and worth promulgated itself as worthiness or worthlessness. Hence, to make it shorter, either one of them is ridiculously a part of the void. They have no meaning at all.So ever since I received hatred from the people I loved I have learned to put a fence between me. Even after I realized that I was adopted, I also realized why my supposed blood relatives treated me so badly.There's this burning fire, rage, in their eyes like I was a fox who brought deceit. That was the end of my questioning. What's wrong with me, what they don't like about me — but by the time the questions run out, new ones flood into my mind.Like why can’t they accept me? Or why do I have to endure each of every whip of them? I didn't do any
Enough of the past.I should focus more on The Game.I watched Freyja from inside the fifth House now talking to Gideon. I could clearly see the seriousness on his face as they quietly talked about it in front of the exit door. The woman nodded and seemed to be keeping in mind what the other person is saying."Wanna know a secret?"I turned to Sorcha as she spoke next to me. We were both leaning against a tree as we folded our arms and watched the two talk in the room. Psyche and the others went back to his cabin because they were going to take some equipment left by Leader.I knitted my eyebrows. "We're not supposed to tell secrets. I mean, whatever secret you're talking about that is too confidential."She shrugged and giggled. "I know but it's just . . . It's just about her," she was referring to someone inside, pointing at her with her snout.I blinked as many as I can. "W-What about her?"
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