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“I guess. So long as we both remain alert I see no problem in giving you some answers now.” “Well okay then. Firstly, where exactly are we? I’m guessing that its the standard we’re not on Earth anymore situation?” “That guess would be correct. We are, hopefully, somewhere in the Kingdom of Everaya in the Realm known as Hephaestia.” “Hephaestia? Would that be any relation to the Greek god Hephaestus?” “Well look who is smarter than she looks. You are correct. The god Hephaestus created this realm. All realms are created by a god, the humans from your realm managed to get at least that correct.”

**Sorry had to reupload chapters 10-14, but I've also added two new chapters (15 and 16) to make up for wait in updates** Chapter Thirteen Harley's point of view Ron told me to have a good day and that Jemma would be here soon before he and everyone else left. I just stayed at the bar for a little while as I had my coffee to pass the time. There was nothing else to do.

Alastor was at the stove cooking away, and Harriet had her face resting on the breakfast nook table. “Whatcha doing there, Hare?” I questioned her as I peeled off my jacket and plopped down beside her... Books were in various stacks all across the table. I picked one of the books up and recognized the name, Andre Armando. I glanced around; they were all Adre Armando’s journals. “How many years have you read?” “Too many.” Harriet partially picked up her head off the table and then let it fall back down with a dull thud.

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How on Earth could he survive in the wild woods for three days and night if wasn't physically prepared? Harold grabbed a moist, oxblood handkerchief that had become a rag off a small shelf and ran it over the book he had in his hands instinctively. When the book's cover was squeaky clean, he placed it on top of another and sighed again, this time because he was mentally drained than physically. “What do I do now?” Harold asked his Geography lecturer softly, not knowing what his response will be. He picked up another book and curiously stared at its name, Anthony Jarvis’ ‘Greenland’. He grabbed the same moist rag and performed the same action he had the last time like a spell-bounded fellow,

A voice yelled. I turned around and Scott came out of his car. Johnson was running towards me. "I gotta show you something!" He started removing his shirt. "What are you doing?" He removed his shirt and turned his back to me. On the upper side of his back, something was tattooed there in calligraphy. Never call a woman a bitch or she might just act like one. - T. Harvey "What do you think of it?" He turned to me, smiling goofily. "We're not even friends," I said and entered the car. Scott ignited the engine and drove out.

An excellent one to be precise and that was what had kept him employed. In the seat beside him was a woman. She had long, blonde hair that when allowed to move with gravity, neared her waist. She was dressed in a silvery gown and looked like a queen. What she lacked though, was a crown on her head and three dozen guards watching her every step. She was Sarah, Harold's stepmother. In the seats behind the driver and Sarah was Harold and someone who was bound to make his next two years in Golden Lake University more miserable; Maximus (or Max for short).