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Whitefield: Shattered Realms Unforeseeness
Chapter 43 ~~ Unforeseeness ~~ Dhemistarian Realm, Lumberville... The silver crescent moon shone brightly over the calm village of logs. The stars twinkled resplendently in their masses. A serene ambience hung around the village as most of its inhabitants had gone to sleep. A few houses still had their lamps lit up. But one house in particular, shone brighter. It was a bungalow that dispelled bright yellow glows from its windows. Inside the house, seated around the dining were Achlys and Annabelle. Each had a plate of pasta and black pepper soup, with mutton by the side. Someone else was seated by the dinning table with them. It was an unexpected guest. She had deep red hair and steel blue eyes. Her blue gown with green embroideries looked perfect on her. She was non other than Amelia Cassius, Ian's classmate. She had come to check up on Ian since she didn't see him in school today. She wanted to make sure he was fine, but ended up not meeting him at home too. Achlys and Annabel
Whitefield: Shattered Realms Another Casual Morning
Chapter 44 ~~ Another Casual Morning ~~ “Big brighter Ian! Brother Ian!!” The loud words sounded in echoes to Ian's subconsciousness. He tried to ignore it and hold his anchor firm, but the echoes reverberated heavily and cut him from his anchor, usurping him out of his subconsciousness. His eyelashes fluttered repeatedly as he attempted to open his eyes. He could hear the voice much more clearly now, and he knew who it belonged to. He finally opened his crystal blue eyes and they fell upon the sea blue eyes of his little sister. Annabelle was seated atop his chest, her hands clamped on his shoulders as she shook him awake. She looked really worried. Ian just placed his hand on his forehead and sighed, “What is it, Anna?” “Amelia is gone!” she replied sharply. “Huh? What do you mean she's gone?” Ian weakly raised a brow. “She's not in the house!” Annabelle half-shouted. Ian was still confused, “That's strange... Just get off me first, would you?” Annabelle huffed, lifting he
Whitefield: Shattered Realms Last Day at School
Chapter 45 ~~ Last Day at School ~~ “Hey, Karen,” Ian greeted with a wide smile on his face. He took a glance at her and his smile widened the more. The blonde haired Karen was putting on a big purple vest with short sleeves. The vest was so sagged, it almost made her look flat in the chest area. She had a pair of black trousers on and her feet were clad in pair of black shoes. Her usual casual style of dressing was what made the previous Khelian like her, although he never showed interest. It seems that didn't change as Ian still felt enticed by her style. Her light brown skin was very smooth and gleamed under the rays of the sun. Snap! A loud snap pulled him back to reality. Karen took back her fingers from his ears and looked at him with a frown, “What were you thinking about?” Ian was staring at her face, “Err.... Nothing. You look good today.” She raised a brow, “Does that mean I look bad on every other day?” Ian flinched back, “Wha?! No! Of course you look good everyday
Whitefield: Shattered Realms It's Today?
Chapter 46 ~~ It's Today? ~~ Not too long after, the beautiful Miss Selene walked in with elegant steps, her long pointed heels making click clack sounds with the ceramic floor. Her dressing today was cooperate as usual, but with a shout of red. Only her inner starched shirt was white. She was holding two brown envelopes like a cuddled baby in one hand. Ian shuddered at the sight of her. He knew she was oblivious of his existence here, but her face and presence alone reignited the chills and horrid flash of memories during the terror of the Mystic Wolf. But in contrast to the eerie vibes she gave while on earth, she was quite a completely different person here in Dhemistaria; excluding her sass though. It made Ian think of different possibilities for her change in attitude. It was either she lost her memory or everyone in Dhemistaria actually found the Aeon to be a threat, causing them to act repulsively on instincts. The latter thought gave him goosebumps. He watched her stop b
Whitefield: Shattered Realms First Exam
Chapter 47 ~~ First Exam ~~ Multiple ruffling sounds occurred simultaneously as the students turned their exam scripts over. With only a glance, most of them began answering the questions, while the others took their time to reminisce on the questions. The question paper was filled at either sides of the paper. Ian turned his over and read it from the top meticulously. Just for the fact that the written exam was little or less beneficial to his final grades, didn't mean he shouldn't take it very seriously. The words on the paper were written with bold black ink. The time limit written on it was just an hour. There was space for names too. He ignored this and read further. Although, there wasn't anything else to read other than the questions themselves. He recalled reading a few instructions on his question papers every single time during an exam on earth. It included prohibiting exam malpractice, choice of pencil and how to answer questions correctly. But this had none; it was li
Whitefield: Shattered Realms Progress
Chapter 48 ~~ Progress ~~ With an elongated sigh, Ian dropped his pencil and rested his back on the chair. He was done with the history questions, thanks to Karen, who took her time to give him answers to each of the questions. Although, she was reluctant at first. She was puzzled why he wouldn't know any of the historical events that had happened in Dhemistaria. If at all he was to ask for help, it wasn't to be history; everyone naturally knows at least 30% of Dhemistaria's history. They were either taught in school, or told as evening/bedtime stories at home. Ian had to lie that he had exam fever and was experiencing a short time amnesia. Luckily for him, he had his Math and English scripts to prove that he actually knew something. Karen was momentarily stunned by this. He had solved the 'hardest' questions so quickly, and when she crosschecked them with the ones she had solved, he was correct all through while she made some mistakes in hers. It was after this confirmation, tha
Whitefield: Shattered Realms Agreement
Chapter 49 ~~ Agreement ~~ Gasp! Ian jolted in shock as an arm suddenly curled around his neck. He tilted his head to the side in search of the arm's owner. His eyes fell upon a smirking Kurt. His frightened mood switched to an irritated one. He rolled his eyes. “Hehe...” Kurt laughed. “You're such a baby.” With pouted lips, Ian grabbed Kurt's arm and unfurled it from his neck. “You almost strangled me!” Kurt tucked his hands into his pockets, a smirk still on his face, “And what did you do about it? Scream like a lady in distress? Heh... You really need to man up before tomorrow or else you'll loose woefully.” Ian had a brow raised, “Since when did you become a counselor?” Kurt shrugged, “Today's the last day, Harlow. I've decided to live it to the fullest. I might never get a second shot at this.” “Did Karen tell you that?” Ian had to ask because he knew the kind of person Kurt was. Stoic, arrogant and stubborn. There was no way he'd have thought of what he just said by hi
Whitefield: Shattered Realms Etnum
Chapter 50 ~~ Etnum ~~ Crunch... Crunch... Crunch... As much as they tried to move silently, the damp brown grasses on the ground made them do the exact opposite. The grasses let out crisp noises with each footstep, forcing the teenage Dhemistarians to move at a snail's pace. “... How should I know? I can't possibly think of a strategy to win if I don't know who I'll be fighting,” Ian shrugged walking side by side with Karen and Kurt. “Well, you should at least have like a readied combo attack or something,” Karen said, meticulously placing each foot after the other. Ian scratched the side of his hair as he thought about it, “Uh... I don't think my blessing really allows me to do such. I'd mostly be defensive and evasive till I spot an opening... I guess.” “Tch,” Kurt scoffed. “And you claim to have fought in a war. How did you survive?” Ian contorted his face not knowing what expression to make, “Err... I didn't literally go to war. I was like their last resort or something.”
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