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• PLEASE READ EVERYTHING BEFORE STARTING THE STORY <3 •
• ALSO WELCOME TO THIS BOOK HEHE •
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All situations mentioned and the character plot introduced in this story are purely a work of fiction. It does not mean to offend anything/anyone in any possible sphere in any way.
This story also contains mature themes and strong language that are 16+.
(Can be read as stand alone)
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- What you're about to read is purely a work of fiction. The characters, the plot, the actions, everything is affirmatively fiction. It doesn't mean to offend any sphere of figure or place in any form.
- the information mentioned about Mother Earth and Father Sky in stories also fiction. Their characteristics are all because of a specific reason.
But you'll love them, hehe.
Also, the male protagonist is extremely dominant.
So get ready for Sky Daddy kids.
• WARNING •
—> The names I've used in this book are not to be confused with Greek mythology in any way.
—> Names like Gaia, Uranus, and Rhea are completely borrowed. Please don't bring in the concepts of that mythology in this book, whether it is relationships, gods, powers, or anything in that field, none of them will be included.
—> Only the names are being used for extra effect since Gaia can be Mother Earth with her counterpart Uranus as Father Sky.
Don't get confused haha.
—> The 'feminine' and 'masculine' concepts involved in the story is not to promote sexism. I'm not associating 'femininity' with being nurturing or innocent, nor am I portraying 'masculinity' as rugged or angry.
—> I want my characters to be in a certain way, and I will repeat this once again, I AM NOT PROMOTING SEXISM, I AM COMPLETELY AGAINST SEXISM BECAUSE THAT SHIT DUMB. The male lead is dominant because I want him to be, and the female lead is a sarcastic little precious bean like I want her to be.
So yeah, I hope you don't get confused with this either heuehuehueheu.
• TIP •
- please try to read the chapters and content in a imaginary way instead of technically visualising it.
- kindly read every paragraph slowly for more satisfaction, it's a request to not speed read.
I repeat, DO NOT SPEED READ <3
- some chapters are going to be longer than usual. So be ready for a big book too baby beans.
I'm not kidding, it's going to be a huge ass novel.
• SNEAK PEEK •
"Why?" I frowned softly with a sad pout adorning my face, after attentively staring at his powerful storming eyes that were only fixated and focused on me, as my legs swung casually beside his hips with his hands caressing my sides.
"Why are you saying it like that? Why does it have to always be that way?" I questioned again, feeling very out of place at the moment after his statement, making his expression soften a bit after seeing my uneasiness, before he sighed deeply.
"It was destined that way princess. We don't belong here with humans, even though we are their best well wishers, this is not our home. Earth is not our home." He mumbled with a depth to his voice that I couldn't possibly ignore, making me look down at my lap sheepishly while chewing the inside of my cheek.
"Then where is our home?" I whispered curiously with a longing glint in my chocolate eyes, causing him to exhale deeply while fanning my fringe, seeing how the sunlight outside was shining down on the window and into his skin like a pool of warmth, and he curled his lips into a small grin, brightening my day with his content face.
"Is it in the spirit world? Is it on another planet? Heaven maybe? With the Gods? Is it with our people here? The vampires? Werewolves? Anyone?" I suggested thoughtfully, causing him to shake his shake his head as a no to my question, making me hang my head low.
"Our home...is not with other people, we don't belong with them."
He muttered after planting his comforting finger under my chin, making me look up at him while he towered over my figure on his desk, caressing my jaw simultaneously with adoration plastered in his eyes, and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
"Then where Zalius? Where do we belong?"
"We belong with each other."
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• INTRO •
"...so thank you for giving us your amazing magic and glowing sparks while showering us with cuddles. Amen."
"Amen." The kids followed the black haired girl playfully, giggling among themselves after having a round of cupcakes and chocolate secretly after a whole round of celebration.
"That was so fun, but I wanna know their story from the start Agi." One girl clapped her hands hopefully while facing the hangry girl, who was stuffing her mouth with fresh baked cake.
"Yes! Even I wanna know, who were they? Where are they now? How did this all happen?" A young boy followed while scooting closer to the mastermind who shamelessly invited a bunch of kids to her best friend's house without her permission, and she chuckled while seeing their innocent curiosity while dusting her hands.
"Of course baby beans, I'll tell you everything now. So it all started a very long time ago, specifically 5000 years back when—"
"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING HERE?!" A new female shriek echoed into the crowded bedroom, as the spooked girl, having a cat onesie as a pyjama while eyeing all the eyes of the young blood in her room, before glaring at the black haired girl angrily.
"Hey LoLo, I'd appreciate it if you can get out. This is story time. So bye bye." Agatha cheered playfully while waving at her.
"Excuse me, you're booting me out of my own house?! Why are there a bunch of five year olds in my living room?! Which by the way, hello." Laura nervously laughed while sucking her lips in her mouth, questioning her childhood best friend with a frantic expression, as all the kids smiled at her warmly, and Agatha facepalmed.
"Hi cat lady, your hair is really nice." One boy gushed with a small hint of pink in his cheeks, making Laura squeak in horror before covering her head.
"BRO! THEY KNOW HOW I LOOK LIKE NOW! And also, thank you for the compliment young man. ARE YOU CRAZY?! I CAN'T HAVE STRANGERS KNOWING MY IDENTITY FOR PEE PEE POO POO REASONS—"
"FOR GOD'S SAKE GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS ROOM LAURA! THIS IS NOT YOUR DAMN BOOK YET. LEAVE!" Agatha scolded like a parent, making Laura huff and plant her hands on her hips to sass her.
"What are you talking about?! What book—"
"Every single time, ugh. You leave me no choice. ZENITH! GET YOUR GIRL OUT OF HERE!" Agatha boomed into the whole house, making Laura blink her eyes dramatically at the girl probably suffering from sugar rush.
"Zenith? Zenith what? Who the hell is this fucker—"
"LANGUAGE! There are kids here you stupo! Don't come back until it's your time to shine, which is later after this book finishes. Goodbye." Agatha shooed.
"I'm still standing here you know—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU—oh hello." Laura screamed at first with a scared expression while eyeing a red haired man that was too tall for his own good, slowly admiring his handsome face like a mad woman as he rolled his perfect eyes.
"Thank you! Finally!" Agatha clapped shortly afterwards, hearing the kids follow her action as the cat woman was being dragged out with inked muscular arms.
"No—wait—WHY ARE YOU CARRYING ME?! WHAT'S GOING ON—"
"Shut the hell up, your voice is so fucking annoying." Zenith growled in distaste, making Laura struggle as she was effortlessly picked up in his arms to boot out of here.
"Geez, you're very ugly to me now. Asshole." Laura hissed at his rude tone.
"AGAIN! LANGUAGE ZENNY BOY! AND YOU TOO LOLO!"
"GO TO HELL!" The future couple shot back before bickering outside about gibberish, making Agatha sigh in tried before wiping her forehead.
"Who were they?" A new girl pouted while hearing the echoing argument happening outside.
"You'll find out soon. But anyways, now to focus on the real deal. Are you guys ready? This will be a long story." Agatha giggled playfully, making all the kids shimmy into one big circle in front of her while staring at her with puppy eyes.
"Ready!"
"Good babies. So it all started 5000 years ago in lands far away from here, everything you have seen in the past few weeks on TV have their origin from what had happened back then." Agatha started with a wise smile, making everyone gasp at the timeline of the story, before nodding in encouragement.
"Why did it happen such a long time ago?" A cheerful boy questioned loudly, making Agatha click her lips in acknowledgement before stuffing a pillow on her lap.
"Because they were supposed to come together on demand for the people to be good, meanie beanies were growing a lot, so mommy and daddy came to save us." She reasoned with a dramatic gasp, making everyone grin.
"What were they to each other?" A girl followed.
"She was his Rhea, he was her Zalius. She was his Gaia, and he was her Uranus."
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• RHEA'S POV •
12:34 pm
"The most highly respected queen of all time in the recent centuries known to mankind in the era of growing kingdoms in early Europe, was known to be the great and respected late Diana Rey—"
"Woah there, don't tell me you're actually studying again. Are you fucking serious—"
"—The Queen of Stormania in throughout 1500s. She was married to the long lasting rule of the prestigious Lazarus Rey as her King—"
"Oi! Calm down dude, it's okay to be scared. You don't have to torture yourself by reading history all over again. I'm tired of it honestly. Even exams are over—"
"—And historians believe they had only a daughter together. The deaths of these two people are unknown after their sudden disappearance. Some say they killed themselves after the dissolving and vanquishing of Stormania, while some say they both were murdered by neighbouring kingdoms. There has been no reports of their bodies—"
"—I AM NOT HAVING YOU STUDY FOR THE UMPTEENTH TIME—"
"—in the neighbouring lands, but their royal crests still remain today in the many museums of historical archeological finds in England—"
"Earth to Rhea! Hello?! I've been calling you for two whole damn minutes!" A familiar masculine voice boomed right beside me on the school bench, making me stop my stupid rambling and gulp the bile down my throat with anxiety pooling my nerves.
"Jesus Christ man, you're shaking. Calm down, it's going to be okay. I promise it will be okay." He cooed while shoving the history book away from my hands, as my fingers immediately found my mouth, causing me to bite my names because of the gained bad habit years ago.
This can't be happening. This so cannot be happening right now.
One of the worst things known to any human in this world can probably be the day for the results for their exams. Forget the result part, what's worse is that you need to show these numbers to two scary looking adults who might eat your head.
And you can't fight me in this. Period.
My whole body was shackled in utter horror as I tried to conceal my overflowing anxiety by distracting myself with the first textbook I see in front of me, and it did not help me to be surrounded by loud laughing and shouting students in a throng of a number more than sixty, even though I know everything about its content through reading the pages more than twice.
Even glancing at the obnoxious looking classmates was exhausting, as I was too busy rethinking my life choices profusely while being seated at the furthest bench from the front board, thankfully having one friendly face with me to witness my depression.
School is absolutely the worst, especially with the kids of this generation. Oh so happy and excited to be filled with bragging rich kids who will show off their latest bag in the Louis Vuitton collection, or showcasing what features the iPhone 23 has or something.
Even I seem ironic for calling my own generation stupid, I just can't fathom to deal with fake personalities and fake faces every single damn minute. It's just super annoying.
And it makes me wonder why the hell did my parents make me join school two years later than normal. This would mean I'm older than everyone here. Being newly 18, paired with the last year of high school was utterly exhausting.
But literally to think of it, is it just me or does talking to bad people in general actually cause a migraine?
Because I've had thousands of migraines because of opening my mouth and letting my words escape to travel to the peer's ears in the past. Like there's no explanation to it, migraines seriously wanna marry me one day, I swear.
I even thought I'm actually scientifically allergic to people. No wonder the doctor thought I went insane when I explained this to them during a stupid visit.
So what do you do when you're surrounded by brainless bitches for six hours during the whole day and possibly every corner of social media? You become antisocial, afraid of getting attached to people because it just gives them a chance to use you or betray you, and becoming a mediating saint of keeping your hands to yourself.
I hate humans. Why am I a human again?
It would so fucking amazing if I was an alien, like a pink and purple alien with butterfly wings and a unicorn horn! Can there be like flying noodles and donuts in their home planet where they dance with a tutu until it's nighttime before taking a nice bath in warm chocolate—
"You're spacing out again like you always do for fuck's sake, are you listening to me at all?" The deep voice groaned beside me with a facepalm, making me lick my lips before inhaling sharply, and then glare at the only real person I've encountered here with a indigenised glare.
"Absolutely not, I listen to you all the time bro. And to answer your marvellous question, how can I stay calm? I've worked for like...around 10 hours everyday for 3 weeks to score well, I can't sit straight. You know what I'm talking about. In fact, I just want to go home honestly." I chanted softly while praying and closing my eyes, speaking the words of the lord above, preventing myself to see any toxic faces right now for the third time.
I wouldn't want to call myself a pessimist, but I just can't deal with pressure in a healthy way. Ever since I was young, there hasn't been a day where people, or even society in general want to legalise a social norm to becoming perfect.
And this is in every field you can possibly imagine.
And it's even funny to see toxic people spread the message of normalising things like body imperfections and sexuality on Instagram stories, while they themselves criticise anyone who's not the perfect 'it' material.
Even in grades, looks, boys, hormones, dating, public image and practically everything that someone has to endure, there is always competition. I absolutely hate the idea of friendships breaking and relationships ending because of pride and ego, which seemingly, is very much present in everyone.
And I was more of a peaceful person overall. I don't like to fight or ask for things, but instead people expect too much from me and point fingers at me if I don't get things done. They expect almost too much from me, to the point where I start to cry because a piece of my hair isn't in place, can you imagine?
I'm all for being a potato and quacking like a duck in a cow costume with a horn in the middle of the night, don't get me wrong.
BUT I JUST HATE PEOPLE.
FUCK YOU MOTHER NATURE, SUE ME FOR HATING YOUR CREATION.
Right now I can't think about anything else other than getting a good enough score. I'm not a below average student, I'm honestly a decent scorer. Heck, I sometimes even top some exams.
But I'm not worried about passing.
I'm worried about something way beyond passing.
Please God, if you exist then have mercy on me and give me a good score.
I frowned after seeing Prince's worried expression plastered towards me, making me deeply sigh while I bit the skin of my thumb in secret to calm my nerves, making him tsk and give me a reassuring smile to solace me.
Prince was...I guess the only guy in school with whom I was able to talk to comfortably. He was the only nice person out of everyone in my toxic school, and I was glad that he is my partner in almost every class.
At least I knew I wouldn't have to sit near a weird kid who eats Cheetos every second or throws paper balls in your eye to stab your cornea.
Although, he didn't look my age, he professes to be 17.
Which by the way, is completely ridiculous.
He in reality looks way older or something, but refuses to talk about himself through conversations in the past. He almost appears to be an adult with an incredible tall height and stubble unlike the boys in my school, and also has a buff figure while not being a brown ass.
Being one of the only American guys in my population, you can imagine how many girls swoon over him daily with drool escaping their mouths, to the point where everyone even concluded that he was dating me, which made me snort.
I think almost everyone in this generation does not look like the age they describe themselves in.
I mean, I'm 18, but I look 12.
Heck, I even act like I'm 8 to be honest.
Heh.
"You'll get a good score. I'm sure of it. I've seen your work. It's the best." He chirped with a small smile again, while I stared at the white board of mediocre blandness.
"A good score is not enough Prince, I need to get to the top." I replied nervously with a soft tone.
"Why though? A good score can land you a good deal in an amazing college. School is almost over anyways. Isn't that enough?"
Apparently not, when you have strict Indian parents, you'll know.
"Nope, you don't understand, I need to impress my parents for once in my life. Just for once, please..." I whispered incoherently, not making it audible for him to listen to my last words, before hearing him turn his lips into a thin line and look straight in the class like me.
We saw our class teacher enter the room with a few documents in her hands after a few minutes of waiting, making everyone go dead quiet because of the stern and disgruntled glare on her face, causing me to shiver in fear.
"All right students, quiet down for a few minutes, we've graded your papers which would make up to 30% of your finals. Please settle down while I display the mark sheet on the class screen."
Instantly after hearing that, everyone in class groaned and shouted in disapproval with a jarring disturbance to the silence, which included my own cry of disappointment in secret.
Not again. I fucking hated this method.
"Why on the screen ma'am?"
"I don't want people to see my grades."
"This is shitty."
"Can't you just show it to us personally?"
"NO! Not in front of everyone!"
This is what I hate about teachers sometimes, I don't know about other schools, but this school was a pain in the ass. They just choose to give us heart attacks once they say they'll display everyone's score on the board for our entertainment. That means everyone will get to see who scored the least, and who scored the most.
I absolutely loathed this system.
"Chup Ho Jao! No one is supposed to talk. Be patient and behave properly." [Translation: Be quiet]
Once our teacher started clicking the mouse on her desk, my heart started to pound furiously in my chest. My palms began to sweat, and my feet tapped on the floor uncontrollably. I couldn't control the adrenaline of worry in my system, and my lips quivered.
Please please please please please—
"Good luck Rhea, I'm sure you're gonna excel." Prince prompted beside me before patting my back reassuringly.
"You too." I croaked in a shy tone, before bitting my lip and the inside of my cheek together.
It's there on the screen, oh my God oh my God—
The mark sheet was open.
IT WAS OPEN PEOPLE.
The class went mute. Everyone had a zombie face while checking their scores, while I had a pikachu face.
Role number 16, role number 16, where, where—Ah Hah! Found it.
It's going to be completely fine Rhea, keep your cool. You studied enough for almost a month for this.
You tried your best.
I took a few deep breathes before looking at my scores with a determined expression, before shakily breathing room calm my nerves.
Please God, I really need to impress my parents.
—-> Rhea Piu, Role Number: 16
-English: 93%
-Sociology: 96%
-History: 97.2%
-Economics: 90.3%
-Math: 81%
Math. Fucking math. Out of all the things it had to be math.
I. Am. Dead.
I hate math. I swear to God, holy shit, it's not enough.
My heart dropped a million feet after finding out my result, as natural uncontrollable tears started to prickle down my eyes in a sting, while my breathing sequence was disturbed tremendously. I couldn't move, I couldn't process, I couldn't think straight. I was numb.
I couldn't get 95% above on all subjects like dad wanted me to for the past few months.
Not again. I failed in 3 subjects.
And it's even worse than what I did last time. God fucking dammit.
"Wow Rhea! You scored so much, holy fuck! That's amazing, congratulations!" Prince cheered while patting my back again, making me cough in sarcasm while smiling awkwardly at him.
Congratulations to what? Having 5 mental breakdowns when I go home? Gee, thanks a lot.
"All right students, it's very disappointing to say this but you have done terrible in history this time. None of you could score more than 85% other than just one student. Rhea dear, could you stand up for us please?"
Bitch why.
Why.
On.
Earth.
Why why why fogcuwomfbah this is the last thing I needed.
Immediately, everyone's head turned to me after her words, while some tried to search for my grades on the screen and gaping their mouths open to see what they found, digesting the fact that I scored more than probably anyone in the whole grade in some subject.
Why the fuck am I stuck in this position of getting unwanted attention? All the damn time man.
My social anxiety is not helping me either. On top of that, my score was repeating in my head and I became paralysed on my seat.
After what felt like a minute of silence, the teacher cleared her throat loudly to let me know that she was still waiting for me to stand up, making me widen my eyes as I finally coughed.
"Oh! S-Sorry ma'am." I stuttered awkwardly before standing up and fixing my liveried school skirt to make sure no one sees my thighs, while hearing snickers surround me because of my embarrassment, clenching my hands into fists.
"You all should study more like Rhea, she scored the highest in this subject, out of all of you, all the classes and out of all of her own subjects. Well done Rhea, keep up the good work."
And then she started to clap.
Breathe in, breathe out. Social anxiety, go away. Fuck off. I don't need you here. Thanks, bye.
And everyone started to clap after looking at my score.
Just great, more unwanted attention.
I smiled sheepishly and mouthed a 'thank you' to everyone after grabbing my bag, and got up to leave the class as soon as possible before letting anyone talk to me.
Bitch run run run run run—
"Hey Rhea! Wait up!"
"Rhea! I have something to say!"
"Where are you going?"
Almost everyone started to shoot me questions as soon as the teacher left the class. I looked behind me to see almost everyone looking at me.
Why are 64 teenage faces staring at me?! I need FREEDOM.
"Uhh, sorry guys, I really have to go. I-I'll meet you guys tomorrow? Thik hai?" [Translation: Okay?]
I didn't bother to wait for a response from even one student before I dashed out of the classroom quickly, closing the wooden door behind me before going to the best place in the whole school that only gave me peace.
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I was in the school library at the moment, which was at the top most floor to find a new book to read. I knew my mental state wouldn't be that good when I go home and face my parents, so I needed an immediate distraction to just forget about everything that happened and not hate myself for getting a terrible score in my weakest subject.
"Ah, Rhea sweetheart,"
I saw the school librarian after turning to the origin of the voice, seeing Mrs. Gupta speak behind me, before I flashed her a weak smile and got up from the floor after searching for a new book for the past ten minutes.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class dear? I heard you got amazing results for your exams from Carol." She preached in appreciation with a motherly tone.
"Hello ma'am, I came here to look for a new book to read. I left class because I didn't want the attention, you know me, I needed a distraction. And thank you so much." I gratefully stated with a smile, and she clasped her hands.
"Well it's probably going to difficult for you to find a new book here, you've read almost everything in the past 2 years." She shrugged with a sad grin, making me frown while I eyed the bookshelves filled with recognising covers and author names.
Whenever I felt down, because of the toxic 'friends' or people in general in my school with whom I'm surrounded with, I would always come here to read in peace.
I was not much of a reader when I was young, but when life gave me lemons, reading became like therapy to me. Sometimes, Mrs Gupta would even read to me to extinguish my anxiety.
She was an amazing teacher, always passionate about stories and characters. Because of that, she taught me a lot of things when it came to life.
I especially adored supernatural books and romance novels. Just the idea of love sent butterflies to my stomach and sometimes even made me blush.
Although, I've never actually had a crush in my life, even when it's said to have a crush is a process of puberty, I never found any guy in my life attractive. Like ever, not even an infatuation. I almost thought I was a lesbian because no one caught my eye, but that's not the case.
I like dick, okay.
"Do you have any new books?" I asked hesitantly.
"Not at the moment, they'll arrive next week dear," She mumbled while dropping disappointment off of her sentence, make me sigh with a deep breath and close the glass doors of the shelves with the last bit of excitement escaping my veins.
"Well...if you have a few minutes? I can read you something?" She asked politely with a good suggestion, instantly making my eyes lit up to twinkle, while the curiosity birthed the mirth all over again.
"It's not much of a story, but it's like a legend." She giggled.
Ah, another one of her classic myths.
"I'm ready to hear anything at this point." I muttered sarcastically and she snickered before making me follow her to a seat.
"Let's go."
I sat in the floor cushion with a fluffy pillow under my elbows, adjusting my skirt properly while folding my legs in a criss cross manner, while she sat on hair favourite chair, clearing her throat.
"So, what's it about today? The Bermuda Triangle? The Pyramids of Giza? Some sea creature on the bottom of the ocean who can turn into a mermaid and eat you alive? Or any of the other baloney?" I snorted.
"It's actually titled the Divine. It's about...two people who are responsible for uniting in harmonious, eternal love and creating peace in our sad world." She gushed with a smirk.
Heh?
"Basic name." I mumbled with an unbothered shrug.
"The story is not really basic, and it's pretty interesting." She insisted.
"If you say so." I chuckled.
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There is a concept of 2 types of energies in the whole universe, the divine masculine and the divine feminine.
Every single being on earth possesses a part of both the energies, ranging from humans, animals, insects, and even objects, it depends on themselves and their nature/personality on which energy is more dominant.
People who are often ladylike and girly and said to be the divine feminine, while people are often manly and tomboyish are to called the divine masculine. Any entity can have either of the energy in them. Men can have feminine energy, woman can have masculine energy, and vice versa.
These energies come from 2 aspects of the universe, the feminine comes from the infamous Mother Earth, and the masculine comes from worshipped Father Sky.
They are responsible for giving these energies to the spirit of beings when they are born on earth.
The Mother is the healer, the nurturer, and the actual mother of every spirit to exist in this globe. She brings peace, promotes the fact that all there is love.
The Father is the provider, the fighter and literal karma himself. He punishes the people who have done the bad, and is the giver to those who have done the good.
The presence of both the spirits were never physical, never in the three-dimensional world. But they always existed energetically around us at every second. People believe that these two spirits were brought on earth physically in humans around 5000 years ago, when people witnessed a man possess the actual spirit and powers of the infamous Father Sky as his soul.
He was the most powerful being on earth at the time, with the powers of God and stamina of a ten humans combined, he was unstoppable and unbreakble. He existed to bring down the corrupt leaders during those days, and was responsible for the birth of fairness among creatures.
He fought, he killed, he bled, just to bring karma back to the faces of people.
He made villains pay, and he protected his children from harm. People were not his children by blood, but by spirit, he was above every spirit in this globe.
He went by the name Zion.
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Mrs. Gupta stopped talking with an abrupt pause to her eulogy as soon as the school bell rang, ringing and creating a familiar cacophony around us, and I groaned out loud in frustration while slapping my thighs lightly.
"This is such a cliffhanger, not fair at all." I muttered angrily, while she chuckled at my reaction before getting up.
"Well, you can read about the legend on the Internet too. It's not known to many people, but there's a lot of plots recently about it." She instructed thoughtfully, as I nodded in understanding.
"I'll do that today anyways, it sounds different than the stories I've read and the legends you've told me before. You never told me legends about...something this...spiritual I guess. But I had one doubt." I frowned.
"Sure. Ask away."
"Why does Mother Earth have to be the healer, why can't she be the fighter as well?"
"Energies in the universe were made that way dear. The feminine should nurture and the masculine should provide."
"Isn't that...a bit sexist?"
"Well, you can read the whole legend about both the spirits, even Mother Earth was a fighter. And Father Sky did a major role on healing the darkness of the mind." She smirked, while my interested peaked at that before I squinted my eyes.
Hmm.
"Woah, that's nice."
"You'll understand why, once you know the whole story, then we can continue tomorrow."
She went to her desk while I immediately looked at the time on my watch and shrieked silently in shock, literally wanting to slap myself at that moment.
Oh God, why me? Every fucking time.
"Okay, I gotta go. Bye Mrs. Gupta! I'll see you tomorrow!" I waved at her while walking to the door and out of the library in a hurry.
I was about to give her a smile but when I looked at her, I momentarily saw her eyes change colour.
From brown to....red?
"W-What.."
And after a few seconds of staring, her eyes changed back to normal.
I am seeing things. Anxiety sure does mess my brain up.
I shook my head and rubbed my eyes to see a confused Mrs Gupta and then she just huffed and smirked.
What just happened. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me.
And with that, I ran out of the library like flash, down the stairs like a pro, and outside the school building in a rush as quick as my thick legs could take me.
A huge wave of relief showered upon me when I saw my familiar white car with the family driver waiting for me. I ran as much as I could, even after wearing the stupid school uniform and heavy bag.
But before even reaching the gates, someone stopped me roughly by grabbing my shoulder and turning me around to engulf me in a broad chest.
"Hey Rhea, I just need a minute. Can we talk please?"
I looked up to see one of the biggest playboys of the school, Adi, stop me in my tracks with his huge wide frame while frowning at me.
I disliked this guy with a passion. He's one of those rich kids, who would get anything they want, including expensive stuff, drinks/drugs, girls.
Everything you can imagine.
Recently, I found out the 'cool kids' of my grade planned to make one of the fuck boys hook up with me, because I was untouched and pure, with no experience at all.
Adi even made a bet with the guys about him being my first kiss, which I gladly did not let that happen as I slapped him painfully in front of everyone before he could touch me any further. Since then, he didn't stop bugging me, he didn't stop texting me, spamming me, calling me out in public to get my attention, or even stop talking to me in front of the teachers.
Can you believe he actually confessed his apparent love for me in front of the principal?
ApPaReNt lOvE.
So pathetic.
"I'm in a hurry you douchebag, leave me the hell alone." I hissed, hearing how my voice was broken after almost being on the verge of crying in class after my results.
"See Rhea, I know betting on you was a mistake. I was a jerk back then, but not anymore. Just please give me a chance." He implored.
Bitch what back then? It's only been a week.
"No."
Once I refused he grabbed me roughly again and tried to stop me by yanking me to the side, causing me to crash onto a hard surface and gasp softly at his audacity.
"Please Rhea, I promise I won't do that again. Just hear me out."
"Let me go!" I whispered-screamed frantically after seeing him become more rougher, while trying to push him away, to no avail.
Stupid hormonal boys who go to the gym everyday to become macho-nacho.
And then there's me, who eats 3 bags of chips and can only wrestle a pillow.
"Stop resisting for god's sake!" He yelled angrily, making me flinch as he was touch was getting rougher and the loudness of his voice, igniting a certain trigger in my soul as it just made me feel very unsafe.
No one was even around me to help me. No teachers no guards, no students. So screaming was useless.
Where the fuck is everyone when you need them!?
He pinned me against the wall and put one of his legs between mine to restrain my walking, and one of his big hands were holding both my wrists and I couldn't slap him either.
Excuse me mister, how even are you doing this?!
"Jesus woman, don't move." He groaned with a disgruntles face before grabbing my head from my chin with his other hand.
"W-What are you doing?! Stop!" I screamed with fear lacing my voice, but he didn't budge at all.
"This is b-bad touch! Get the fuck off of me!" I shouted while wiggling my form off of him.
"Shut up," He whispered before grabbing my hair.
How strong is this guy!? SOMEONE STOP THIS!
"You're making this harder by fucking struggling! Just stop, I don't want to hurt you—"
"GO AWAY! This is not how you can touch me! Stay away from me, p-please."
"I just need a chance babe, you've been ignoring me before the darn exams. I only want to explain my side of the story—"
"I don't give a fuck! You're the biggest asshole and the worst guy I've seen, let me go, now."
"Don't fucking tempt into hurting you, I am trying to stay calm as much as possible. Your bitchy attitude is making it harder for me to control myself—"
"Don't do t-this, let me go, let me go, LET. ME. GO!" I screamed as loud as my vocal cords could muster within my throat, feeling no remorse as I was very tempted to just kick his groin, while my cry was very much audible in the surrounding areas, but supposedly no one heard me.
And then his weight was suddenly lifted off of me without any warning.
But not in the way I was expecting.
His whole figure flew to the other wall with a scream of his own, and he crashed into it roughly onto his. A k. He fell down on the ground, rubbing his head after I heard a small crack, making me wince and rub my red wrists. And I finally regained my posture to see who did this.
No one was around.
What the fuck?
Wait.
Did he just fly?
Am I seeing things?
How did he...?
Fly..?
He looked at me completely horrified and bewildered, scrambling to his feet, and was chanting words that were not really audible but I heard him say things like 'I'm sorry sir.' or 'Please don't hurt me sir.'
Who is this sir!? There's no one around! Am I blind to not see a man around me?!
I think I'm blind.
I again tried to search for anyone around me to be the cause of this disaster, again finding no one in particular, making me frown again while looking back at him. Although, I saw something blue in the corner of my eye, possibly from the truck of the sunlight above me, making me shake my head and look at him instead.
He was bleeding from the head and trembling with no control. Witnessing the heavy blood oozing out of him, I instantly felt very bad for him.
Did I..push him? Was this my doing?
"H-Hey, are you okay?" I tried to ask him while he saw me coming closer to his figure, and he backed away.
"S-Stay away! Forget this ever happened, I need to g-go."
And then he ran back towards the school like the past few minutes never existed.
I'll just pretend I didn't go through this.
Thank God nothing of that kind happened.
Whatever, I don't have time for this. I wanna go home.
And that's what I did, I ran to my car and got in, shutting the door quickly behind me. My driver was confused after looking at my behaviour, but then we finally left.
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