I Observe All That Transpires Here の小説・ストーリー

The little birds sang and flew freely from one place to another and transmitted a certain level of tranquility to me, however, my mind did not take long to return to the same thing again and again, Isaac did not come to class and I still did not decide to go look for him or no, it was very possible that he refused to talk to me. There was a couple of doves on the branch of an oak and it was too cute for me to see them close together and with their eyes closed. A part of me didn't want to leave the house, but I knew perfectly well that being in college was distracting me a bit so it was the best for my sanity.

She already assumed that a pot bellied man was probably going to show up as the owner of the Academy and bore them for several more hours explaining the history of the Academy that each of the staff has already taken hours to read out. She suddenly heard loud gasps arousing from the crowd, she ignored and kept her gaze glued to the floor. The gasps suddenly turned to light screams. "Kim, look up, he's here," Claire nudged her. "Look Claire, I have no business with... Her sentence abruptly hooked up on her throat as her eyes ran into the figure standing at the podium. "Mr grumpy?" She croaked out shakily.

I am no more worried of the storm, I am certainly worried of the calm before it All Hearts !!

he smiles evilly and orders the gaurds" follow her and remember not a small scratch should be seen in her body" All the gaurds run down fast as soon as possible otherwise they dont know how severally they will be punished for not bringing there madam infront of the President on time

All I see is him. I swallow once more taking feeble steps backwards away from the hot flares of his orbs. He observes my every movement, my every action be it the smallest of all. "Theia." He greets with that sonorous voice he possesses. How I yearned for him to call my name, my dreams are nothing compared to this.

Alone again. ......

"I'm here." Every head turned toward me.

Nobody breathed. Aria cursed quietly. Evelyn looked sick. Alina simply stared. "What?" "I can bring her back." The woman smiled. "I can bring back anyone." The black doorway pulsed. The dead hosts behind her became clearer. Thousands of faces. Thousands of people. Some crying. Some laughing. Some staring blankly. All of them dead. All of them present. The Observer shook with rage. And suddenly Alina understood. The thing behind the eyes wasn't hunting her. It wasn't hunting Aria.

"Something is coming. Something that has been watching everything we did. Something that waited for us to exhaust ourselves fighting impossible battles. And now—" Reality rippled. "Now it makes its move." The Final Observer manifested. And I realized every battle we had fought was a test it had been conducting.

he says quietly, “do you remember anything?” “No.” Lie. But I don’t know why. He notices. Of course he does. “Interesting,” he murmurs. --- A mirror slides open behind him. Reflective surface. Clear. Sharp. Unavoidable. “Look,” he says. I don’t hesitate. I step forward. Because observation is required. Necessary. Expected. --- The reflection stares back. Same face. Same eyes. Same— No. Not the same. Something is different. Subtle. Barely visible.