Ricky The murderous ray of sunlight that shone in the clear sky indicates the presence of summer season in Westwood. Parallel to that, it also meant beach, BBQ, and also summer festivals. Yes, summer festival. It’s time for the students of Saint Iriha to celebrate the upcoming summer festival that will be withheld in their university ground. The students were busy with their club activities and preparation for the festival, well, extra busy. During the week of festival preparation, academic lessons were paused to give time for students. After all, Saint Iriha is not only known for their excellent academic performances, but also an extraordinary festivals that were recognized throughout the whole region. Because of that, a lot of people will come to the festival and the students will have to work hard as the university's pride lies on them. While others were busy doing things for the festival—manual labor, decorating, painting and stuffs—Ricky, on the other ha

Noel "Stalker, eh? To think that Irya' was addressed like that by him." Noel snickered. His eyes trailed off Ricky’s figure until it disappeared from his sight. Then, he cupped his chin as he looked down, thinking of something. "Actually, should I let them meet?" He wondered, judging his decision. He won't lose anything by letting Irya' meet Ricky. In fact, he's far more powerful than a single human who's worth was not more than a mere gold. Now he felt guilty saying him like that. He might reconsider letting them both meet. Even if Ricky told anyone else, they will have a hard time believing him, so the rumors won't spread far. "Yeah, guess I'll do that." He smiled to himself. However, truthfully, he was actually kind of curious as to why Ricky acted so awkward at the first half of their meeting back in the university. It was as if something was in his mind. Among many people that he have met, Ricky was the only non-magical cr

Izfar "So you've seen the golden light?" Izfar asked, his attention was fully directed towards his conversation with Madam Ruzka. "Yes, but not as whole. I'm afraid we still didn't know about the presence of his 'Sol'. " Izfar creased his eyebrows, his face clouded with a hint of conflict. The whole situation was more serious than he thought. Also, he never thought that he would heard of the re-encounter of his majesty with his 'Sol'. "This is a rare occurrence indeed. I never have thought that his 'Sol' will resurrect in my lifeline. But..." His face turned grim. "It means something big is going to happen soon..." The atmosphere fell silent. They both looked down, thoughts running inside their heads. After a long while, Izfar finally spoke. "Madam, I know that this will be harsh on his majesty, but I want you to use 'Spirit Pierce' on him." Madam Ruzka’s eyes immediately widened in surprise. "Don't be r

Ricky Again, Ricky sucked his breath and scoffed at himself before shaking his head. "No, it’s nothing." He then rubbed his nape and glanced away. Noel who’s staring at his behavior began to study his expression. The creased on his brows still persists, however, a sense of attachment is reflected in his blue and gold smeared eyes. "It's okay if you didn't want to say about it." He spoke before continuing to consume the first half of the burrito and moaned happily again. "By the way, does that close person of yours have black hair?" Noel continued, trying to guess about that significant other of his. For some reason, he dislikes the topic, or more like, he had that feeling that something might get exposed by them dragging onto this topic. Yet, it felt like he must go on, he must know of that person that Ricky was always thinking about, given how passionate he thinks of this person. Ricky flinched and looked away, embarrassed tha

Slenderman (Daily life of the cursed fairy) All the time, I thought of myself as a lone being. Waking up in a dark, madness clad night, what I saw in front of me was only the desire to kill and massacre all the things around me. But that was about a few years ago. Nowadays, I feel more free from my desires and just live to satiate my curiosity of the world that I lived in. It all started when I stumbled upon a mysterious abandoned shack deep in the woods as I was taking my midnight stroll. Out of curiosity, I peeked inside and to my surprise, the inside of the shack looks rather different from what I expected. There were countless arrangements of... Books? They were placed neatly on shelves that were sheltered by a night sky ceiling. I froze, fascinated by the unfamiliar furniture placement. "Greetings, how may I help you?" Not far from the main door, a reception table was placed. Behind it was a figure of a young man i