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Chosen 12: Broken Pieces 154: Bring Back Memories
OCTAVIO | OCTOBERI cannot still fully imagine that Master Mathitis sacrificed his life for me. Howbeit, that’s probably what was destined to happen in his second life. After all, he was the one who added fuel to the fire. Ergo, it was his responsibility to distinguish it."I saw what happened earlier, Octavio." My mind must have been so full that I didn't realize that John’s here. I was sitting on the tree, observing the entire academy. I looked down and focused my attention on him. "I thought I just, you know, mistook of him as someone else. Nevertheless, when I saw his face fading, I was certain he’s the Master of Prophecy," he uttered and clutched my wrists. "I can feel what you feel, Octavio. Let me heal your pain,” he added. I merely closed my eyes, as I felt better because of John's healing ability."Thank you," I replied. All memories of the past are now clear to me. I just couldn't imagine that a King of Truth like me could forget important details in our lives: the loss of J
Chosen 12: Broken Pieces 155: Truth or Dare
JULIANNA | JULYLife sometimes makes us feel that we're not good enough. That we're just living in this world without assurance that we're going to achieve the goodness in life. I thought I'm the Queen of Light, but I'm the one who brought the darkness."Julianna!" Apple called me a few times, but I ignored her. I feel sick of myself. What happened then constantly gives me the creep on my true identity. Like a monster or it is better to say, worse than a monster."Julianna, stop thinking about that. It’s not your fault,” Febbie said. I put spells inside my room so no one could teleport here."July, you're loved." I heard Macy say."John, help her, please?" I heard Noemi's voice asking for help to John. "I can't do anything about that, Noemi. We need to give her space. I don't want to—" I didn't let him finish and immediately opened the door of my room. They looked surprised. "Julianna..." Julius uttered, but I didn't give him a damn. I gazed at John, then I clutched his hand. "Pl
Chosen 12: Broken Pieces END | Mistook Omen
JOHN | JANUARYIt's now Julianna's turn. She looks terrified to what might happen. Jeez, this is a mere game."Julianna, if you could choose your destiny, what would that be?" Julius asked in his serious tone of voice.We are all waiting for Julianna’s answer. Well, I haven’t seen her for more than a year after we performed our first bonding. It is nice to see her again here."I wanted to become an ordinary Geromyerian,” she sighed. “It is just that, you know, I just hate myself. Because of this power, I hurt you, guys. I have killed many people, and I hate it." I feel what Julianna feels right now. Disregard the fact that I am the King of Empathy, I clearly feel the pain inside of her. Even if I already healed her, she wouldn’t get away from the past. However, she’s the only one who can help herself. All she needs to do is free herself from the pain of the past, so that she can start a new life."It's okay, Julianna. We're always here," Stephanie said, while hugging her. I didn't eve
Chosen 12: Broken Pieces 01: The Prodigy
"STOP!!!" "Examine the entire area!""Sergeant, where did he go? The crook was standing here a moment ago.""Bullsh*t!" The sergeant cursed irately. It can't be. The thief vanished before their eyes. "Retreat! There's something bizarre."The police vamoosed thereafter. Notwithstanding, the man PDQ appeared on the scene, sneering malevolently.“It’s time…”**JOHN | JANUARY"JANUARY!""January, wake up!""JANUARYYYY!!!"I abruptly jumped off the bed after hearing grandpa’s chafing voice. I’m used to it. He's like this at all times. I went directly to the shower afterwards to enliven my day.It's Monday. I put on my uniform and headed to the dining area. There I saw grandpa’s vexed expression, sarcastically welcoming me."Oh young man, you seem to have damaged your ears.” What?! There he is again with his acerbic remark. I didn’t give him a damn; instead, I merely continued eating my breakfast. “JANUARY!” What the f*ck! That scream almost broke my eardrums. This is freakin' bad. It’s
Chosen 12: Broken Pieces 02: Danger
JOHN | JANUARYMy head is throbbing thinking about that girl. I’ve no idea what I said earlier caused her to act that way."Stupid…" I stopped walking and turned around. I’m certain I heard something. But no one’s here. "Arrogant. Impudent. Naughty." I stiffened. I’m not mistaken. The voice is moving. I sighed while releasing all the chills inside me. "Who are you?" I asked. It's only 5:30 p.m., but I can already see the moon in the sky.It’s bizarre. My instinct is telling me that there’s something wrong. Hence, I began to walk fast and then ran immediately. I sense danger. No way, there's only one person on my mind right now. And that’s grandpa. While I am approaching our house, something is pricking my heart. It’s excruciating. My feet unconsciously moved toward our dining area. There, I caught sight of a man wearing a black cloak. He’s holding a dagger. And what’s frightening is that the dagger is pointing at grandpa’s face."Lazaro, where is he?!” he asked infuriately. I coul
Chosen 12: Broken Pieces 03: New Beginning
JOHN | JANUARY "Promise me, January." "I promise, grandpa..." I opened my eyes. My head is aching. But, where the hell am I? Consequently, I roamed my eyes around. I'm still here, lying on the ground, facing the fountain of our house, whilst the light coming from the sun is continuously dazzling me. I forcedly woke up and went straight inside our house. I'm completely sick and tormented, knowing that I'm not dreaming and that my grandpa is already gone. I looked in the mirror and saw an exhausted guy trying to recover. Why me? I never wanted to be like this. What did I ever do to you?! I can't accept this hated reality. It's intolerable. My body voluntarily gave up. Everything's difficult. My mind can't process any information at all. Ergo, I closed my eyes and covered my ears while sitting on my legs. The forlornness is dominating my entire body. What should I do? Did grandpa expect that I'd be completely sane when he's gone? He entrusted me to find them. How am I going to
Chosen 12: Broken Pieces 04: Auras
JOHN | JANUARY It’s been three days since I opened the ancient book. Yeah, it's Friday already. I’m on my way to school to inform them that I’m going to transfer out or whatnot. Well, that's a lie. I have no plans to study anymore, as I need to focus on the mission. My life’s already changed since grandpa’s passing. I have to adjust. Yesterday, I went to the supermarket, and I couldn’t explain what I saw. I can see different colors surrounding each human. There are white, blue, pink, violet, black, and so on. Out of curiosity, I went to grandpa's library and read the book about it. Then, I learned that the right term for those colors is “aura/auras.” So aside from my enhanced sensory capability, I can also see auras. Considering the colors, white suggests that a person is kind. Blue means optimistic. Pink tells that a person is cold-hearted. If it’s violet, the person can see ghosts and other entities. Black pertains to a cunning person. Well, fast forward, and let's move on to
Chosen 12: Broken Pieces 05: Darkness
JOHN | JANUARYThe black-tattooed line on my right hand remains gleaming, bustling like a snake. I bet the sole reason is that it senses another powerful being. I'm thrilled but antsy at the same time. I harked back to what grandpa mentioned: finding the Chosen 12 members is arduous; convincing them is much more grueling."Baillyyyy!" I was startled when I heard that shriek. What the f*ck? Why am I just standing here? Ergo, I just smiled at the girl who called me. I entered our room thereafter, still removing my aflutter feeling inside. I covered my right hand with a black glove. "OMG! JOHNNY!""I miss you, darling." My gay classmate approached me and intertwined his left arm with mine. But the tension intensified when a girl slapped his face. “Wake up, b*tch!” She pulled the gay, and the next thing she did staggered me—no, all of us. She licked my clef-chin, coupled with her lustful eyes. "Uhm, appetizing,” she uttered while biting her lower lips, then shrieked. Hence, I covered m
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