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Rest little sister, I think, when we get home we will give you a new life and make you forget the one you’ve left behind. *** As we get a few minutes out from the palace I wake Nova. No one should miss seeing this place for the first time. As she looked up sleepily I realised she probably would want to sneak into the palace and avoid the front entrance and meeting people. Her face was still puffy and she looked ready to sleep for a week. Hell, with everything she was recovering from she probably does need to sleep for a week. “Are we here?” she asks, her voice thick with sleep

The chains of the past had been broken, and for the first time, my future was my own. --- A New Beginning The morning sunlight filtered through my curtains, casting a warm glow over my room. It felt surreal to wake up without the weight of secrets and lies pressing down on me. “Lila!” Sophie’s voice called from the hallway, accompanied by the sound of her footsteps. She burst into my room, her energy infectious. “Come on! We’re going out for brunch, and you’re not bailing this time.” I groaned, but her enthusiasm was hard to resist. “Alright, alright. Give me ten minutes.”

If you didn’t manifest now, you never would. “Okay,” I whispered to the void, my voice tight. “Okay. Fine. New player pack, then.” Every rookie got a starter pack. A random Artifact, some points, a fighting chance. I mentally commanded my inventory to open. Empty. A vast, gray nothingness stared back at me. No Ability. No pack. No points. Level zero. Thrown into an A-Class Instance called ‘Apocalypse Academy.’ The Game wasn’t just rigged. It was personally pissed at me.

If Phoenix didn’t publish anything new in for a long time, people would think she might have deserted. I took out another big and heavy computer, which could run fast. I typed in the password and entered the desktop. There were few icons on the desktop, but two folders. One was for my electronic design manuscripts while the other was for my novel documents. I build a new document and begin typing. The document was named, “The Rule of Nine of Pillers.” After typing three words, I was immersed in thought. I had the idea of the story, but I just didn’t know how to start it when I was about to write.

The First World became peaceful. Our daughter looked up at me. Mama? Yes? Can we go home? I smiled. Yes. Cassian put an arm around both of us. Let's go home. We began walking toward the palace. Then I noticed something in the sky. A single black star. It hadn't been there before. I stopped. Cassian looked at me. What is it? I stared at the star. I don't know. The star pulsed. Once. Twice. Then a voice whispered across the universe. The Beginning has chosen. My heart sank. And now the End has awakened.

Nicole After taking my best friends to Christian’s company. I went straight to the airport to take a fly home to Detroit, but first things first. I need to call my brother Nathan he needs to make fake IDs for our parents so that they could go and stay with our distant relatives in Barbados until this whole situation is resolved. I know for a fact that Mr. Sullivan is going to trace all my steps. I know once they land in New York they’ll find out that I’ve already left for home but what they won’t know is where the hell I am.

{Lyra} I woke up with a yawn that felt like it came from my soul. My limbs ached from the awkward way I’d sprawled across the bed, and my mouth felt dry. I rolled over, my eyes were still crusted with sleep, as I reached for my buzzing phone. At first, I thought it was a call, but when my eyes finally adjusted to the light, I realized it wasn’t. “Shit.” Internship – NovaCore Inc. – 8:00 a.m. sharp.

I took a deep breath and said, "I'm not. I just don't want you to feel disgusted by me." Jake was speechless, as if a thought had suddenly crossed his mind. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I've never gotten an abortion before," I added. Jake was completely flabbergasted. His face paled as he mustered meekly, "I..." I unbuckled my seatbelt and reminded him, "Return this to me after signing it. Don't make me wait too long."

Dea, who was lying on the bed, suddenly felt the urge to turn on her phone, which was previously turned off. For some reason, something was bothering her. The flat device, once lifeless, was now brought back to life by the woman. She gazed at the screen with an expressionless face, assuming there was nothing there. However, her assumption was wrong. There were several messages and calls from an unfamiliar number. Yet, Dea knew it was Mr. Bad. She immediately started reading the messages.

And then, the air in the room began to vibrate with a frequency I recognized all too well. A mechanical voice, identical to the one that had started the "New Game," boomed from the rusted speakers in the ceiling: "Phase One: Survival - Complete. Phase Two: The Reconstruction - Commencing. Please select your first building block: Flesh or Steel?"