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SoulBond: A Beacon Of Hope 8• I Remember: Four
•••••"Red, huh. Well, you have a great journey ahead of you" he said while placing them back."What does red mean?" I asked, my voice laced with a bit of excitement."It means you're at Rank D, the lowest rank" Claire replied."Oh!" I uttered, my voice filled with disappointment.Immediately, Tengen sneezed ridiculously.*He really needs to check that out.*"Yeah" she voiced."How many colors are there?" I asked, curious."6 colors. There's the Red - the lowest Rank, Purple - the intermediate, Light blue - advanced, Blue - high-level, Green - exceptional, White - Masterful" she replied."Okay. Then what did he mean by special?"Tengen replied. "Specials. A Special is a rare and exceptional Avatar, imbued with an abundance of mana and immense potential, surpassing that of an average Avatar. This uniqueness could be attributed to: A prestigious bloodline, carrying a legacy of powerful Avatars. Unusual creation circumstances, such as a rare celestial alignment or exposure to extraordina
SoulBond: A Beacon Of Hope 9• Confession
••••••School bell rang, signaling the school day was over."Hey," Michael calls. "Hey, North, wake up" he said while poking my arm."Bro, wake up, class is over" he exclaimed."Class? I wouldn't even call that a class. That was a free period of torture" I sneered while packing the book off my desk."Yeah, she went on and on about Prom. No wonder you fell asleep" he chuckled."Yeah. When is Rachel gonna realize that after graduation, life is gonna be sticks and stones. She shouldn't get too excited" I uttered while exiting the classroom with Michael."But you are coming for Prom next week, right?" Michael asked."Maybe" I replied. "Hey, did she come?""No. I didn't see her today either" "Oh" I said, my voice laced with disappointment."I still can not believe she is moving to Australia" Michael voiced as we walk down the hall."Well, her dad isn't really in the best position to be called a parent. After all, he did just got arrested. So, she will be staying with her aunt in Australia
SoulBond: A Beacon Of Hope 10• Confession: Two
•••••Immediately she uttered those words, it felt like my heart skipped a beat, and all senses were gone. I then shift my gaze toward her, my eyes meet hers. It took a second to reply, then I said,"Yes""Oh" she uttered, her eyes now towards some distant point."Since when?" She asked."Since the 6th grade" I replied."Why didn't you say anything?""I tried. There were times I wanted telling you, but I was scared. Scared you would say no, and that could put any form of relationship we have or could have in jurperdy. Or scared you would say yes, cause if you do say yes, then what's next? what would be after that. I did not see myself good enough. What was my worth anyways. So I kept a distance, a distance that made me love you from afar""North, we are graduating next week, and after that, we get into a college. When did you plan on telling me?"I slowly turned my gaze towards the clouds, and then towards some distant point, and sighed."When I found worth"Everywhere went silent fo
SoulBond: A Beacon Of Hope 11 • Michael
North POV••••••"Yesterday was great" I said while wearing my sneakers."I hope she goes for prom. Michael needs to know she's okay and it is possible she might be my date. I couldn't reach him last night, which was odd. His line is always available" I uttered while reaching for my phone on the table.I stood up, dialled his line and walked to the door to leave the room. "Still no response. Crap! I hope he didn't get kidnapped. If he did, and his parents do pay ransom, they will definitely start to home school him. Damn! I hope that is not the case" I said as I reached the sitting room.*It is a little bit chilly today. Maybe I should get my hoodie...Nah, I'll be fine*I yourned, shutting the door behind me.It's a Saturday, so I usually go for morning jogs. I started doing that since I was 14. Because, before my dad died. He would always tell me, "A man should always make out time to exercise"I wanted to start from the age of 9, but my mom didn't let me.She would always say, "You
SoulBond: A Beacon Of Hope 12• Michael: ii
•••••"Alright, I'm on my way" I exclaimed while turning off the TV to grab my house keys."No wait! Stan is on his way to get you. He'll be there soon""Yeah.... I see him now" I said while locking the door behind me and seeing Mr Stan's black E200 Benz roll in next to the tree."Great, see you later""Yeah... later" I replied ending the call."How did you get here so fast? The hospital is like 40 blocks away" I whispered as I watched him open the back door for me."Hello, Mr North. Your lift is ready" Mr Stan in his sweet professional voice."Hey, Mr Stan" I said while walking down the stairs to get in. "Fancy ride. Thanks" I voiced as I got in.He entered and we drive off.About 11 minutes later we reach the hospital. 11 minutes of torture I'd say."Thanks, Mr Stan. But could you please slow down next time" I said while exiting the car, my voiced laced with distress."Sorry Mr North. But I did go slow because that was our first ride. I normally go faster than that""Oh, okay. Great
SoulBond: A Beacon Of Hope 13• Michael: iii
Michael POV•••••••*You mustn't be that cold Stan.*"Now tell me, why would my own son, who has a personal driver, let himself drive a bicycle" Dad exclaimed. "I got you a personal driver, a good one! So I do not see why you would want to drive a bicycle instead. When you turned 13, you decided you didn't want to school at the best school in the state, which was allowed! I didn't want to force you. You said you preferred a public school instead, and your mom and I let you. So we got a professional driver who also could protect you"His expression turns thoughtful. "Look son, you have your free will, but you are still my son, and as your father, I'm disappointed in your recent choices" "Sorry, Dad. I just didn't want to feel entitled. I want to do things for myself. I don't want to be known as the son of a wealthy man, I want to be known as Michael. Not for what was handed to me, but for what I do. I appreciate everything dad, even for flying all the way back here to see me, I really
SoulBond: A Beacon Of Hope 14• Michael: iv
•••••An hour laterMy phone rang, waking me up from my sleep."Hello?" I asked."Yes, Mr North, is it?" The person asked."Yes, it's North. Who's this?""I am calling from Jill's store. This is to inform you your violin has been fixed. Could you come pick it up""What! It's fixed. That's great! Yeah, I'll be there in about 25 minutes" I said, my voice laced with excitement."Alright""Wait, is Joe there?""Yes, he was the one who asked me to call you""Okay, thank you!" I said, then ended the call."YES! Finally! I can get to play it again. It's been a week, now I can't wait"I exited the house and got on my bike. But before I could hit the road, Ashlyn called."Hello" "Hi, North" "Hey, Ashlyn, watsup""I'm good. Are you free?""Hmm.. No, not really. Is something wrong?""No, nothing is wrong. I was wondering if you could come to the skate park""Oh, yeah sure. Are you there right now?""No, but I'm about to leave""Alright. Tell me when you get there. I'm about to go get my violin
SoulBond: A Beacon Of Hope 15• Michael: v
••••••10 minutes later.."Okay, where is she?" I muttered as my eyes scan the park.I picked out my phone and called."Hey, are you here yet?" She asked."Yeah, but I can't find you""Uhmmm, are you wearing a grey hoodie?""Yeah""Okay, look to your right, I am waving my hands""Okay! I see you" I said as I noticed her next to a tree.While riding toward her, I noticed two other people with her - A tall guy and an average height girl."Sorry, I brought my bike instead" I voiced as I reach them."Yeah, it's cool. So, how is it?" Ashlyn asked."The violin? Yeah, it looks good. They fixed it"She smiled. "That's great. Come on, let me introduce you to my friends""So.. This is Hima, and that's Dave" she said while giving an introducing gesture. "Hey, nice to meet you" Hima said."Sup, dude" Dave greeted."Hey" I replied."So, the famous North! The one who plays the violin!" Hima grinned."Famous? What..?" I smiled, blushing a little."Yeah. Ashlyn told us about you. She says she has a
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78• Match
•••••I step into the center of the sparring ring, my heart pounding in my chest. The wood of the staff feels solid in my hands, but my grip tightens. I glance up at Professor Nog, who's waiting for me with his katana at the ready. I can feel everyone's eyes on me, but I block it out. This is just another challenge."Let's do this," I mutter under my breath.Professor Nog nods. "Begin!"I move first, swinging my staff at his midsection. It feels fluid, but the moment my staff connects with his katana, I realize how much stronger he is. The clash echoes, and he easily pushes my staff aside, his katana moving so fast I barely have time to react.I try to keep my footing steady and step back, circling him. My eyes stay locked on his movements. He doesn't rush, doesn't waste energy. It's like he's reading me before I make the move. I strike again, this time aiming for his head. He ducks, and I spin, trying to catch him off guard with a strike to his side. But his katana is already there,
77• Losing End
•••••Lora stands confidently in the center of the sparring space we all circle, her eyes fixed intently on Professor Nog. She grips her wooden staff firmly, its familiar weight a comforting presence in her hands."Begin!" Professor Nog calls out, his katana at the ready.Lora charges forward, her staff flashing in the light as she strikes at Professor Nog's chest. The professor sidesteps easily, his katana slicing through the air to meet Lora's staff. The two weapons clash, the sound of wood on wood echoing through the air.Lora spins around, her staff weaving a complex pattern as she strikes at Professor Nog from multiple angles. The professor parries each blow with ease, his katana moving in perfect harmony with Lora's staff.Lora strikes left, the professor evades.Right, the professor blocks with his katana.Lora spins with her staff in hand, increasing it's momentum as she aims at the professor's neck. With a backward lean, steadying his katana against the floor, the professor d
76• Sparring Matches: ii
A white-silver hair tall guy with a different set of eye color – Ash and Blue.He wears his grey jumpsuit, paired his black polished boots."Oh, it's fine North" He says then picks up a katana. "Good to see you again""What?" I voice, but he is already walking towards the sparing ring.Michael fall into step along side me."You know him?" He asks."Ah.. I don't really know" I reply. "I think we've met, though. But I'm not sure"Michael nods. "Okay, let's go"I nod. "Yeah"Now everyone surrounds the professor with their weapon in hand."Alright. You can all seat." The professor says. "We will go clockwise until everyone has gotten the chance to spar with me"I look to my right, noticing Henry will be the first, Phillip second, Lora third, Michael, I, Claire, Rdyer, Luna, Kaid, all the way to Larson, and finally the guy I bumped."Okay, Henry, you're first," Professor Nog says. "You can go all out with me, there is enough space for movement, so don't hold back. And of course I'll hold b
75• Sparring Matches
•••••"Hey, guys" Claire greets as Michael meet her at the school entrance gate."Hey, Claire" Michael replies."Hey" I greet, then we begin walking to class."Happy New Month!" Michael smiles."Oh, same" Claire smiles slightly.I smile. "Can you believe it? It's been a month since our journey started."Michael grins."Yeah, it has," He says. "And it's been an eventful journey"Claire glances at the both of us and smiles."You guys are weird"Michael and I exchange looks."What do you mean?" I ask."You are making it sound like it's some kind of big milestone you both just achieved" She replies. "I mean, don't get me wrong, it has been an eventful month for you guys, but the journey is only just beginning"Michael grins. "Yeah"I nod.As we step into class, we see our classmates all standing at the right side of the hall, surrounding a chair."What's going on" Michael mutters.Claire sighs then bites down her chocolate bar."It's Larson!" She utters then goes to take her seat. Immedi
74• Noticable Growth: iv
Immediately, she blends with the shadow, rendering her unnoticeable.••••••I smile.They are improving. That's good. They should. The world out there can be unforgiving."Better! React faster" I shout.North swiftly dodges two speeding balls, his fluid movements a testament to growth.But one ball grazes his shoulder and he winces a little.Yet recovers swiftly.Michael spins left, dodging a ball mere inches from his ear.He catches one with his left hand.Deflects another with the caught ball.A third hits his chest, he stumbles, but quickly regains footing.Claire's reactions are faster.She dodges two.A third almost reach her thigh, but she quickly spin to the right and recovers her footing.My gaze sweeps, assessing. Their growth shines as cannons fire and balls hail.North's head tilt to the left, dodging an incoming ball. He shows progress with his powers as he anticipate the next ball.Michael's hands rise, deflecting two balls. Another ball hurtles toward him. He shifts his
73• Noticable Growth: iii
Meanwhile in an experimental Lab in school.Dim fluorescent lights cast eerie shadows.Dr. Kim scrutinized the Grade 4 Demon's glass enclosure at the right side of the lab.Its translucent dark form shimmer, ethereal skin blending.It eyes burn unnaturally.Wiry limbs faded.An unsettling chill surrounding it.Suddenly, the demon's eyes flash.Its form condensed, shrinking.Dr. Kim blinks.The enclosure seemed empty."What the?" She voice.She cautiously enters the enclosure, checking every corner.Confirming the demon's absence.Satisfied, she turn, exiting the enclosure to sound the alarm.But her instincts screams warning.Something was off. She turns around, checking the cell, he eyes roam her surrounding.She removes her wipe as she feels the change in the surrounding air.But yet, no trace of the Demon.She walks gently towards the alarm, her back to it.Fingers outstretched.But before she reached it, the tiny demon that was laced to her back, expanded.Enveloping her, she resi
72• Noticable Growth: ii
The tennis ball cannons roar to life, firing balls at unpredictable angles.I watch intently as Claire, Michael and North stand firm, blindfolds secure, relying on their other senses.The first balls hurtle toward them, trajectories uncertain.Claire pivots swiftly, dodging with ease, her agility allowing her to evade most balls. She twists left, avoiding a ball by inches, and leaps right, dodging another.Michael struggles to keep up, deflecting some balls with his hands but missing others. One hits his shoulder, and another grazes his ear.North moves quickly, but the balls' speed overwhelms him. He dodges a few, but others hit his chest and arm.I shout, "Adjust! React faster! Trust your instincts!"The cannons fire relentlessly, balls bouncing off walls and floor.Claire's agility proves advantageous, but even she can't dodge every ball. One hits her upper back.Michael stumbles by the ball that reaches behind his knee.North grunts, taking a ball to the stomach.Despite efforts, b
71• Noticable Growth
••••••Professor Patel stands at the forefront of the lecture hall, surveying the room with an air of authority."Today, we delve into Rankings, Classes and Grades" she announces, her voice commanding attention."Before us, we have the Avatar Rankings, a classification system developed to categorize reawakened humans, known as Angel Avatars. The rankings are: Z, SS, S, A, B, C, and D."She gestures to the diagram projected on the screen behind her."The Avatar Rankings signify the level of divine influence within an Angel Avatar, with Z being the highest and D being the lowest.""Conversely, demons are classified using Grades," Professor Patel continues. "Ranging from Special Grade, the most powerful, to Grade 5, the least."The screen behind her updates to show the Demon Grades:Special Grade - Highest tier, extreme threat Grade 1 - High-tier, significant threat Grade 2 - Mid-tier, moderate threat Grade 3 - Lower-tier, minor threat Grade 4 - Low-tier, minimal threat Grade 5
70• Entangled Threads: iii
•••••I nod, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation."Tell me more about these encounters," she asks, her eyes filled with curiosity.I recount the moments with A, from the initial contact to the recent conversations.She listens intently, her expression thoughtful."When did you first notice this connection?" she asks."After Ashlyn's death" I reply, the memory still piercing.Her gaze softens. "I'm sorry again for your loss, North."She pauses, collecting her thoughts."Your ability to communicate with A is remarkable," she says. "But I suspect there is more to it. Something triggered this connection.""I don't really know what it could be. But A mentioned something about past lives" I say.Patel leans forward, her brows narrowed. "Past lives, right? I've been considering various explanations for your Angel communication. One possibility stands out: residual energies from past experiences.""Past experiences?" I repeat, intrigued.She nods. "Unresolved threads, North. Fragments
