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I ENTER the Crossword store closest to my house in Pune. It's a very small bookstore, almost like an indie one. The interior is as yellow as it gets, with yellowish bookshelves and thin dark yellow walls. The ceiling lights are white that feeds the silhouette of the room. This is literally like every other Crossword store but smaller; the smell of books everywhere, and at the top of every shelf is a black and white picture of world renowned Indian authors like Kiran Desai, Jhumpa Lahiri, Salman Rushdi, Chetan Bhagat, Arundhati Roy and so on. 

     I haven't planned a book yet. So I just walk around through the fiction and poetry section browsing for a book while the worker at the store kept giving me side eyes as if I were to pick a book and run away. I run my hands along the books and try to think of which to check off the bundle. I spend hours like that. Suddenly I realise that I haven't even picked up a book and read it's synopsis. I was judging them by their covers. 

     Not a lot of them looked very pretty, but some of them had very fancy covers. The fancy books even looked expensive. It reminded me of the time I once ignored "Twenty Love Poems and A Song Of Despair" by Pablo Neruda just because of its simplistic cover of a faceless naked man whose knee is folded in towards his chin, although today it is one of the best books I've ever read. I cast the book away from the list of books I had picked up, just like the Dean of my college once threw me out because I wore a three-fourth shorts to exams. But I never faced this problem in libraries, where almost every book is of the base brown, black and blue color with cream coloured pages. 

     I remember reading about this in "The Clothing of Books" by Jhumpa Lahiri where she talks about personal experiences with clothing and how the same thing is suffered by books. I also read a blog where the writer keeps telling the reader that a cover should be an interpreter of the contents but at the same time mysterious and attractive. And it made me feel like book covers are more seductive than artistic. 

     But what if book covers had no artistic base? There wouldn't be any fancy attractive covers. There won't be any type of judgement towards reading. The book would give away less of it's contents and more of the author's name and so of the book. 

     That's something that's common in Italy, France, Germany and other European countries where the cover of the books are similar in color and outlook but every content differs. Some book covers don't have the calibre to carry the artistic weight of books. They are more of a marketing technique or a money making process out of indelible work. 

     I walk out of the store empty handed thinking, what if books didn't have covers?

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In these short stories, through personal episodes, the author talks about the complex idea of book covers being more commercial rather than artistic in the perspective of a reader as well as a writer.

A young girl, dressed in decorative pink silks, glares at the unassuming black book in front of her. The girl is picking at strands of her long black hair in her annoyance and her pale hands are marked with traces of ink.
AGHHHHHHHHHH
This is BS!!!
I have tried everything I could think of but nothing is working!!! Shouldn't my MC halo have worked by now? Why was this so difficult?! (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻
The night sky was slowly lightening and the beautiful girl, shoved the book under the blankets and lied down. Mentally and physically exhausted, the girl fell into a deep sleep the moment she closed her eyes. 
It's a shame that she was so content in her sleep because she missed the black cloud of smoke that emerged from the little book. Slowly the cloud formed shape, and after a moment the visage of a striking woman took shape. 
Unlike the undeveloped and sickly young girl, this woman seemed to be the embodiment of the perfect female form. She was long and muscular, her height almost 7ft. The woman's thick black hair fell down to the floor, but the mass seemed to writhe and quiver as if alive. While the young girl was lovely, she was nothing compared to the unearthly and demonic beauty this woman held. 
The woman was covered in green and white robes, that resembled an ancient Chinese style, that looked to have been tailored to accentuate her curves and feminine attributes. Her dress seemed to have been made of the most expensive materials and numerous precious minerals were embroidered into the fabric. The outfit could have made an Emporer drool and a Dragon green with envy of the tremendous wealth that must have gone into the ensemble. 
However, the robe was torn in several places and hung off the woman loosely. The skirt was so badly destroyed that one could easily see a pair of goat legs under the woman.  
Softly, the demonic beauty reached a cold hand out toward the girl and caressed her pale cheek. 
The woman's face showed no emotion, as she studied the girl with such intensity, that even in her sleep the girl shivered slightly. At this, the woman's eyes turned a deep shade of red and her body slowly began to transform back into the smoke. 
"I suppose, you'll do..." she said before completely disappeared back into the book. 
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Another nightmare haunted me, last night. 
On top of my failure to get anything out of that stupid book, Adan was the one that woke me up. 
" RISE AND SHINE!!!!" he below and I slid even farther under the covers to avoid the irritating noise. 
But that guy apparently couldn't take the hint and started talking animatedly. He was excited to "finally go back home". It took me a second to catch up and then I remembered that today was the day that we would leave the mansion and travel elsewhere.  
This immediately perked me up, because not only do I enjoy the carriage rides immensely. It's also pretty clear that these boys were fairly wealthy. If our most recent accommodations were anything to go by, I had a pretty easy life ahead of me. (๑￫‿￩๑)
Ahhh, I'm so fortunate to have found four golden thighs to have grabbed on too ♡
I opened my eyes and under the covers, I saw the book I had haphazardly hidden last night. I quickly put the book back into my special ring. Before pushing off the covers, and starting the day.

-HIATUS-
- I'm putting this novel away for now. I think it was a fun idea and I think the MC is really wonderful. However, I am too inexperienced as a writer. I can not do this story justice at my current skill level. I am going to start another story that I actually have a plan for and is hopefully going to be written better. So if you liked the MC/storyline, feel free to check out my other work. 

- Thank you for all the love and support. You all mean the world to me

Several days came, and everything was the same. Suji was still dating CEO Seo, meeting up after work or have dinner together. But the time they spend together became even lesser. As Christmas break was already near, CEO Seo was getting busier organizing events and trying to secure enough investments from other big companies. 
Meanwhile, Suji was busy working with Kim Seungwoo, brainstorming and sharing ideas about the author's book cover. This time, they decided to meet up with the author at one in the afternoon. Kim Seungwoo has to finish all the sample book covers he made for the author to review.
"What was the name of the author again, Miss Li?" Seungwoo asked as his eyes were glued on his laptop, trying to figure out some editing stuff like photoshop. "Was it flower56?"
"Yes, that is correct," Suji answered as she took a chair and sat right next to Mister Kim. The two of them were in the editing team's room. She was monitoring how Seungwoo made the book covers for the author they had to work with.
"I bet my two wrists that the author is a girl," Seungwoo shared while navigating the photoshop software. 
"Why would you bet your two wrists?" Suji leaned in closer to the monitor and turned her head blankly, staring at Seungwoo. "There is a possibility that the author of this book is a man, Mister Kim."
"No, just by judging the author's pen name, which is flower56, and the way she wrote the synopsis of the story," Seungwoo explained as he turned his head to the right, meeting Suji's eyes. "I doubt that the writer is a man, Miss Li."
Their faces were just several inches close, but Suji tried to act cool and looked at the monitor again. "Are you actually stereotyping how males and females should write?"
"No, I did not mean that," Seungwoo replied as he looked on the monitor again, adding some finishing touches to the first book cover he made.
Suji was amazed about how aesthetic the first book cover Seungwoo made for the fictional Incubus Story; the male and female lead was there, hugging each other.
The male lead had horns on his head, wearing an expressionless face, solely explaining that the character was the incubus. The character sure looked very handsome, wearing a sophisticated black suit.
The female lead was your typical pretty and had long brown hair, wrapping her arms around the male lead's neck while wearing an all-black gothic dress. She had an alluring facial expression that showed how charming she was as an actress.
Seungwoo definitely nailed making this cover that Suji did not think about seeing the other book covers that he made.
"Mister Kim," Suji grinned as she felt very proud of the output Seungwoo has put in, "I think we do not need to see the other covers that you made. This is perfect."
"You think so?" Seungwoo smiled as he felt somewhat contented with Suji's praise. "I have to bring at least another one for comparison. Don't you agree with me?"
"I have not seen the other cover that you made, but I think this is perfect." Suji continued as he briefly glanced over Seungwoo and gave him a thumbs up. "I am sure that the other cover that you made is beautiful too!"
"Your praises are overly done, Miss Li," Seungwoo joked as he saved the file that he made and opened the next one. He only had to put the author's name on the other one. "I appreciate it, though." He glanced over to Suji's direction and smiled, his dimples now revealing themselves. "My hunch about the author being a woman is still the same, though."
"Do you really want to bet your two wrists, though?" Suji provoked as she grabbed her chair, purposely distancing herself from him when she realized they were sitting too close. "This is your only last chance to redeem what you just said."
"Miss Li, you are becoming too serious about this." Seungwoo's eyes darted on Suji as he spoke, "I did not mean anything about being gender-biased. But I wholeheartedly think that the writer is a woman. Have you met with the author before?"
Suji paused for a second and thought about what she should answer. She has edited the whole book, and she was confident that the author was a man.
Or that is what she thinks.
She could be correct or wrong.
She does not even know why it would matter. Does it really matter if the writer is a woman or not?
"Nope, not yet," Suji answered, shaking her head as a response. Somehow, she thought that the author is a man as she had read how the story develops, and it was certainly not made by a woman. "I don't know her name too, only her pen name. It will be my first time meeting the author with you later on."
"Should we make a bet then?" Seungwoo suggested out of nowhere, making eye contact with Suji. "I bet that the author is a woman, and as for you, Miss Li, you will bet that the author is a man. Call?"
"Should we bet our wrists?" Suji joked, laughing about how the situation reached this point. "I think my wrists are too important for me to bet them."
"Let's bet for dinner then," Seungwoo finally opened the second book cover file he was looking for for five minutes. He turned his head and smiled; Suji felt attacked by what he just did. "The one who loses will pay for dinner."
Seungwoo was still as handsome as ever. He had such a great smiling face that would attract women of all ages. He has a great personality too. But she knows she has to stop herself from falling for him again.
"Dinner?" Suji was obviously taken aback by what Seungwoo said. "Why would we have dinner together? Is it necessary?"
"I told you that I would try my best to charm you, right?" Seungwoo joked. "So, here it is!"
"Huh?" Suji blurted out; she eventually hid when other people from the office heard her grumbling.
"You just sounded like an old woman there," Seungwoo joked, laughing at Suji's sudden manly voice. "Grandma Suji is back! Halmeoni."
Suji pinched Seungwoo's right arm as she got slightly annoyed with him teasing her, "Stop it, Mister Kim."
"Ouch!"
Suji let go of Seungwoo's arm and frowned, "You are overreacting. It is not even that painful."
"But it is painful!" Seungwoo whined as he rubbed his right arm like a kid.
"Overreacting," Suji commented, rolling her eyes. "I don't really think I would like to have dinner with such a childish man,"
"Why are you suddenly attacking me?" Seungwoo opened the second book cover file, and contrary to what the first one showcased, this time, it was simple. It resembled those traditional book covers.
The cover only showed the woman's back, a big Times New Romans font for the title, and a contrasting black and blue for the dark atmosphere. It was a classic and elegant book cover that most people would prefer.
"But really, tell me why we should bet for dinner?" Suji crossed her arms.
"Because the author resides in Daegu City," Seungwoo simply replied while raising his brows. "I am sure that it will be a long drive and that we will have dinner in Daegu first before we ride a train back in Seoul."
"Call," Suji exclaimed. "Mister Kim, if you back out, then you are not a man anymore, haha! The loser buys galbi jjm! Daegu is famous for having braised beef short ribs!"
Seungwoo agreed. "Call. That would be a great dinner after a whole busy day at work. Riding a KTX would be fun."
"Why are we riding a train when you have a car?" Suji asked, confused about the reason why they will go by bullet train or KTX.
"I sold my car," Seungwoo shared with a poker face. 
"What?"
"I am just kidding." Seungwoo giggled, "I had it on the repair shop this morning, so I don't think we can go by car."
"Ooh, I see," Suji stared at how Seungwoo was handling the photoshop software. "It's been a long time since I have ridden a bullet train."
Seungwoo paused and stared at Suji, "I have not ridden even once."
"Not even once?"
Bobbing his head up and down, Seungwoo confirmed. "Yes, not even once."
Suji thought that it was possible for Seungwoo not to have ridden a train. He was born rich and did not really have to commute to reach other parts of South Korea. Suji even wondered if he saw Seungwoo riding a bus with her.
"Okay, it will be a great adventure for the two of us then," Suji muttered to herself.
"What did you say, Miss Li?"
"No, nothing at all." Suji smiled as she gestured Kim Seungwoo to go back and finish editing the book cover before lunch break arrives. 


"Is my fate already written according to the stars or do I create my own destiny?"

Li Suji only has one hundred days before she turns twenty-five, and that also means she only has one hundred days left to find her reincarnated prince. She has no clue about the said man aside from the fact that she'll find him working at the Seo Publishing Company, and that the reincarnated prince will also have the same birthmark as she has, the mermaid's tail binds them together as the fated couple. She managed to enter the company as a trainee editor on probation as she heard through connections. Chaos arrives when she got tied with two CEO's at the same time. Will she be able to break her curse and make the reincarnated prince fall in love with her in this current life?


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A scene suddenly came right through my eyes, as if it was directly right in front of me. This time, I was aware that I was not experiencing it firsthand though it still happened from my point of view. I was there, tending someone, probably a man. I was unbuttoning two buttons in his shirt because he was sweating too much. I was holding a wet towel in my hand and started to wipe his neck using it.

"It tickles, why are you wiping my body so lightly?" The man asked, it seemed like a very familiar voice but I couldn't pinpoint who. I wasn't looking at the man since I was so preoccupied with looking at his perfectly sculpted body. "You shouldn't be doing that, no-no, you should do it the hard way."

"H-huh??" The hard way?

"Yes, should I do it instead?" He sat up, unbuttoned his shirt, took my hand, and guided me to wipe his neck down to his chest, abdomen, navel until his pelvis, "You should do it like this, okay?"

As I was trying to hide the embarrassment of touching his body---I was touching the man's body with a towel, something caught my attention. Lower than his navel but the upper right side of his pelvis, I saw a mermaid's tail's fin. I scooted over, held the garter of his pants, and pulled it downwards.

Voila. It was the mermaid's tail. Perfectly the same as mine. He's the one that I am looking for. I don't doubt it. I am one hundred percent sure! He's the reincarnated prince that I am looking for, for so long.

The man grabbed my hand and made me look at his face. Sadly, I couldn't see who he was clearly. "What are you doing to a sick man's house, not to mention pulling his pants? Do you want to get yourself in trouble?"


Yes, that's right.


I'm already in trouble.


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This story focuses on the reality of the workplace setting (office romance), slice-of-life, rom-com with tiny bits of fantasy elements. The setting is in modern-day Korea, I am not a Korean native so there might be some things that are not 100% accurate nor does it reflect the society and the country alone.

The story focuses on character development and how the main characters grow in terms of love and life, has cliche and is a slow burn romance.

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I said goodbye to the kind clerk after leaving with eight brand new quills. It was best to return to the Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour sooner than later. I took my back and made my way towards the main square.
I turned around towards the Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour when something particular caught my eye. I turned around and saw a purple turban and long purple robes swishing at his feet. Quirnes Quirrel with Lord Voldemort on the back of his head, he walked out of an alley and seemed to be headed towards the Junkshop  I sharpened my mental shields and put innocent memories that revealed not particular about me in the front.
It was the place where you could get particular items second hand. For curiosities sake I decided to follow and if he did not enter I would, to throw him off my back. I kept walking a steady pace and noticed that he did not keep up with his previous pace and slowed down. I acted like I did not notice and walked past him. I felt his stare behind me as my head started to feel like it was being bored through.
Not with ill intend but more with a particular interest, I ignored it and walked into the junk shop without a second glance.  Once I entered with my expensive clothes and perfect little appearance the eyes of the people in the store turned. I pretended to look around as I wanted to find something.
I heard the door open behind me and the odd feeling of a stare return. I ignore it and walk through the junk shop in need of finding something. I looked into the book section and pretended to look extremely pleased I turned towards the books and started reading the covers of the different books stacked on top of each other. I merely look at the covers pretending to look for a book. But as I actually looked at the books I found some interesting books to read which were not apart of my book collection. From a big stack of books, I used wandless magic to slightly lift the books on top of the book I wanted.
No one seemed to notice except for Quirrel who seemed to still be watching me. I pretended to look around quickly before pulling the book out and sliding the book in my arms. I turned around and pretended to be utterly shocked like a deer caught in headlights by Quirrel who was still staring at me. Quirrel also seemed slightly caught off guard by me looking at him.
I nodded in his direction and placed a single finger on my lips while I gave a small smirk. After all first appearances were important. I looked down at my book again, it was dusty but there seemed to be no real issues with the book itself. It was perfectly intact and only one knut.
the title had golden ink in the cover. "Majestic dark arts for the witty," It only went into a swallow depth on the real dark arts but the magic used in the book were now legal, and perfect for fighting in magic tournaments or dragons or duelling in general. I took the book to the counter and 'accidentally' bumped into Quirrel. I stumbled to the ground like he did while he let go of the thing he had gotten while I was busy admiring the book.

I was always interested in Pansy Parkinson, she was different. She seemed more like a lonely and misunderstood girl rather than a villainous one. Once I died because of my chronic illness I thought about pansy and how fortunate she was even as a villain. Then the next time I wake up I am in the body of a young child, a young child named Pansy Parkinson. 

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TOIRE starts to open the button on the girl's neck nervously, 
she worries that they will come back and what she will think if she wakes up at that moment, on the second button is the seal of the book's armor and opens the button her heart accelerates, 
it is the first time that she strips a girl naked, 
closes her eyes and opens them, 
opens the third button, releases the ribbon that ties the side of the dress, 
the robe opens it wide and underneath has seen the suit that makes it look very beautiful, 
it is a little dipped, 
it reaches to delineate the figure and sees that it is totally bathed in blood from the chest to the belly, 
he sees buttons again , 
opens them quickly even though her hands tremble, 
opens slowly very grieving, when uncovering one side of the front of the suit reacts,
 it is foolish to waste time like this, 
she needs help, 
he does not see wounds, uncovers the other side and locates the wound under her chest, 
is a deep wound that keeps bleeding, 
he takes the water from the bottle he had taken out of his backpack and looks the young woman in the face, 
throws that water into the wound and she shudders a little, 
at least those are good, 
he feels pain, 
he apologizes and tells him that he's going to stop bleeding with that,
 he pulls out a small fret and crushes some herbs that he places on the wound, 
takes it carefully and lifts it half-seated recharged on his knee, 
done this, 
lays it down and wears it with a shirt of him that I take out of his backpack, 
battalion but he could as long as his suit is wet, 
covers it with the blanket that covers it up to his shoulders , 
looks closely and caresses her face and sees that she has a fever yet, 
when she touches her forehead she reacts, 
opens her eyes with her gaze fixed to the front (the roof of the cave) and whispers: the book... asks her not to speak, 
if she tries to bleed again, 
she whispers for the book again, 
He tells her that there she is and the rolls too, tells her to rest, 
she faints again, 
he thinks: hell, we need to go! 
Let it go for a couple of hours. 

He thinks of her, who is she? 
(he turns her over to see) a CHOSEN without a doubt and it's obvious that they want her dead and want the things she protects. 

He approaches the book and touches the shell. 

He thinks it's clear that this book is very important to her, 
takes the book into her hands and examines it, 
has an inscription with characters like incomplete lines. 

In the book arises a dim light that disturbs him, 
hopefully he will not see outwards, 
notices that the characters of the writing are being completed with that light.


end of chapter 5

story that tells the mystery about the origin of the world. all free from sin, cast the first stone.

tells the story of the legacy of the angels descended from the creator's son. which gave the mandate to love human beings and creation. punishing his son's personal love for a human woman. his descendants, bearers of the blessing or the curse of being the legacy of that angel.

Tirza ran to the shelves and grabbed a book. Snuggling under her covers, she handed the book to Severus who sat on the bed beside her. "Once upon a time." he began reading. "Wait a minute! How many years ago was that? I asked mom once and she didn't know, do you know?" Snape's mind went blank. 'How the bloody hell would I know?' "It was 150 years ago." "Oh." She nodded. "Wow, I that seems like millions of years ago." Snape rolled his eyes and attempted to continue. "In a faraway kingdom, there lived a widowed gentleman and his lovely daughter Ella." "Wait! Were you alive 150 years ago, did you know Cinderella?" "No child, I am only in my late thirties." "Well, that's old too. Too bad you didn't know Cinderella though." Snape was already sick of reading bedtime stories. Snape continued reading with many interruptions as to the injustices of Cinderella sleeping in the attic and how the stepsisters ripped Cinderella's mother's dress and several questions about mice who could sew.
He came to the part in the story with the fairy godmother. "Bibbidi-bobidi- bo?" Snape sneered. "What kind of charm is that?" "Can you turn pumpkins into carriages?" Tirza asked. "No." "That sucks." He finally came to the end of the story. "And Cinderella and the Prince lived happily ever after." Snape closed the book, thankful it was done. "Do you think people can really live happily ever after?" Tirza asked. "'Cuz I don't." "Why not child?" Tirza rolled her eyes. "Cuz nobody can live happily ever after. There is no such thing." She told him softly as she looked away. Snape watched as a haunted look came over her face and in her eyes. He could tell something was wrong. "How do you know child?" He watched her eyes start to glisten with tears. "Bad things happen that make you sad. Sad things aren't supposed to happen in happily ever after." Tirza refused to say anymore on the subject and Snape reluctantly tucked the covers in around her. He left as though he was missing something; that he was missing the signs of what gave her that haunted look.

At their hotel room, the next morning as the sun rises beautifully and its rays went through their windows, despite being covered by the curtains, Rico and his team woke up, yawning a bit, and went to the balcony to watch the sunrise.
    "Wow, another day, another beautiful sunrise," Rico thought in his mind. They then went out to the outskirts of the city to do some training, at the woods they did their daily training as a routine. It was an hour, but the strength of Rico's Pokémon had slightly improved: Riolu used Focus Blast more accurately, Litleo's Flamethrower was a bit stronger than before, Starly's Gust was getting stronger, and Piplup's Bubble Beam was getting more powerful than last time.
    7:10 a.m. Rico and his team went back to the hotel to eat breakfast with Maneki, Grey, and Mr. Fukui, along with their Pokémon. Their breakfast are Sweet Waffles, Pancakes, and Toasted bread with cheese and butter, along with coffee and hot chocolate. They were at a table for four, and their Pokémon are around them eating their special food. The atmosphere around them was calm and good.
     "This morning, we'll be going to Ylona's flower shop to have a look at her flowers and help out," Mr. Fukui announced to them, "and by 10 o'clock, we'll be resuming our tour at the Galenus kingdom ruins. But don't worry, that'll end by 12."
     "Oh, okay," Maneki commented.
     "That'll be shorter than yesterday," Rico added.
     "Yes, besides, the part will be explore is the symbols on the bridge carvings and their meanings of history," Mr. Fukui responded back. "And after that, nothing." Rico, Maneki, and Grey then get it now.
     "Alright, that makes sense at all," Grey commented. He and the others then resumed eating normally.
    Before 8:00 a.m., they and their Pokémon checked out and walk to the streets to Ylona's flower shop, which was located at the city's largest marketplace, 4 Pillars Galen Market. It took them a quarter of an hour to get there, including crossing the streets and traversing through bridges and footbridges, but they manage to get there after Ylona opened it for business. There they greeted Ylona with a good morning. Upon seeing them, Ylona, while arranging bouquet of flowers and sticking them with price tags, greeted them back. They then entered in and sat on a wooden bench. Ylona's flower shop, however, was quite decent than fancy. It is located at the middle of the building far away from the entrance where Rico and his group had entered. Outside of the shop, it's made of concrete and wood, concrete for the walls, while wood was retrofitted into the middle and center areas for a cultural and decent look. The sign is made of wooden planks painted with light green and the words of black and lavender paint. There's another standing sign in the front of the shop displaying bouquet discounts and offers to make flower-themed artworks and book covers. Inside the shop, there are wooden shelves for bouquets of flowers, flower pots made of plastic, terracotta, and ceramic, shears for cutting leaves and stems, and other accessories related to gardening. This covers both sides of the little shop. At the far end from the entrance, there's a cashier's desk where Ylona, or most of the time, her employee, takes over as a cashier, assisting customers with their needs. The front section of the shop is nicely painted with white paint and a few flower decorations in the walls. Behind the front section, there's a crafts room where Ylona usually, or including her daughter Theodora at other times, makes her beautiful artworks and book covers with art supplies. In addition to being a place for art, the room also acts as a private room for break times or meetings. All of this is painted with white paint and retrofitted with small wooden beams, except that the concrete also covers the shop's corners. Those beams acted more like a wide and closed windows where the back of the shop building is blocked, except only accessible by an alleyway located a few meters away. The crafts room is also accessible by a door and the windows can be  covered by curtains. All of this makes the shop both a functional and a pleasant place to go.
   And as the commotion was just calm and low, Ylona showed them a brochure of the city's Book Festival, and explained to them about its activities and contests.
    "Wow, that sounds fun," Rico delightfully commented, "I'm signing in!" Starly then responded with delight.
    "I'll find new ideas and themes," Maneki added in enthusiasm. His Chespin then responded with happiness.
    "Me too!" responded Theodora in excited enthusiasm. "I'll preferred sweet and patterned macarons to my designs." Her Palpitoad then responded with happiness. 
    Half an hour later, the group and their Pokémon helped out Ylona in her flower business after her only employee got sick and couldn't work for a day. Rico and his team are arranging the flowers and filing their vases and pots with clean water and fresh, fertilized dirt; Maneki, Theodora, and their Pokémon are assisting dozens of customers in their purchases and searches for the latest flowers like red roses and white tulips; and the most cooperative and friendship-filling of all, Mr. Fukui and Ylona, along with their Pokémon, are at the crafts room taking Ylona's clients' orders of decorating their canvases and most household items. Their clients often request flower and plant themes in their canvases and individual drinking glasses. Grey and his team, however, are out exploring the city for a while. Along the way, though, he had heard tales of a mysterious person named Blue Ninja, the one who saved them from the Vandals yesterday. Grey was really intrigued by it, wanting to see him in real life.
   By 9:39 a.m., Rico and his group left the shop to their resumed tour to the Galenus kingdom ruins at the seaport. There they ride on the same ferry, which had undergone serious maintenance before use, and they and the other tourists set sail for the tour. The tour was straight to the Galenus Bridge ruins, where the tour guide will resumed her explanation about the bridge's carved symbols and art. There by 10:20 a.m., once the ferry parked at a right distance, the tour guide stand on the platform and start explaining about the bridge's carved symbols and art one by one with enthusiasm and positive attitude. Most of the group and their Pokémon are listening to her attentively. Rico was listening to her while scribbling and sketching themes on his sketching book and journal with crayons, thin markers, and highlighters as his Pokémon pay attention to his creativity. Maneki is playing his smartphone games while Grey and his team are listening to the tour guide's sayings in curiosity. Everything is peaceful and good, with the Vandals in jail for their crimes.

This is the fiction story of an ordinary kid, who had humble beginnings, and aspire to become a strong Pokemon trainer. And along the way, he will meet new people, Pokémon, places, and even travel to other strange places where his true identity will slowly unfold, and new skills to acquire.


Both of the men continue to stare at her for a few more seconds to see if she would break. 

She did not end up breaking so they simultaneously looked back at each other before continuing their conversation. 

"So you have no idea what this means?"

"I'm afraid I do not." 

Dave lets out a long sigh. 

"Well then, Neyuki we are going to get a spell book. If you can't use magic I'll make you pay me back in the future."

Neyuki gets excited and starts to look at all the books on the shelves. There were book covers of all colors, and were all relatively small compared to some history books. 

The colors of the covers varied based off of the spells element. 

Brown would be a spell of the earth element. 

Dark blue would be a spell of the water element. 

Red would be a spell of the fire element.

Each element had its own unique color however some books had more than one color. The cover having multiple colors means that the spell contains multiple elements. 

If it only has two colors then anyone with an innate magic under blue would not be able to learn it ever. 

If the cover has 3 then only mages with purple and up can cast it. However, there were no covers with 3 elements at this shop. 

The majority only had 5 pages. The first page would have the element of the spell and how it was created. 

The second page would have if you were compatible with the spell and how long it would take you depending on your innate magic. 

If you were red it's impossible to learn any spells. If it is green it would take a long time just to learn a spell. A person with green would also be limited to small and simple spells. 

If one had blue which is in between green and purple they would be limited to not being able to do the best spells and would have an average learning speed. 

If a genius with a purple innate magic ability wanted to learn a spell they would not be limited. They would be able to learn and use any spell that they desired. They would also have a slightly below average learning speed. They also have a small chance at creating a spell if they tried their hardest. 

If an amazing person with black innate magic wanted to learn a spell they could learn much faster than average. If they tried to create a spell they would have about a 25% chance if they tried their hardest or were lucky. 

If a legendary person that had managed to break the magic stone with their innate magic tried to create a spell they would have a 70% chance to do so, not trying their hardest. They would also have no trouble learning a beginner spell after reading it once. 

The 3rd page of a spell book would be the actual spell. It would have obscure runes that one would have to look at and for a while before they gained understanding of the spell. 

The 4th page would be how to use it effectively. For instance if it's a spell to make it rain one would need to be outside to have it work. If they had a really good understanding of the spell maybe they would be able to make it rain inside. 

The 5th page would be a small summary about the maker of the spell. They accomplish other spells they have made. 

"If you are unsure if she can even use magic then I would recommend this spell."

He approaches the family with a green book in his hands. On the front of the book is the title 'Plant Growth.'

"It is one of the most basic spells. This can be learned in half a month for those with an innate magic of green. Her test resulted in a black as well so if she learns it instantly she is possibly above a black."

"How much will it cost?"

Dave was more worried about the price than the skill needed for it. If there was a cheaper spell but would take her a year to learn he was going to do that. 

"For having shown me something I have never seen, I will put it on discount 1 silver instead of the normal 3."

"Deal!" 

Dave reached for the man's empty hand and shook it before he could change his mind. If the book normally cost 3 silver that means in a month or so he could be 2 silver richer.

Dave then takes out a small money pouch with a dozen silvers inside. Out comes a single silver and placed in the man's hand. Dave then takes the book from the man's hand and starts pushing his family out of the shop. 

They had to leave before the man changed his mind and made them pay 2 more silvers. 

When they left the shop they could tell the sun had fully set and it was starting to grow darker outside. 

"Let's go find ourselves an inn. Traveling at night is never a good idea."

Neyuki tried to read the book while they were walking but it's far too dark to see what it says. 

Her mother made sure to walk behind her to lead her in the right direction. If they lost Neyuki in this city it would take a long time to find her again. Eventually they got to an inn that had empty rooms. It was located about half a mile from the city gate they entered from. 

Once they got into their room they locked the door and turned on a small fire in a glass ball just like at the one they had at their house. The second the room was lit up Neyuki opened the book. 

She was ready to learn all there was to know about this spell. 

'Plant spell. Was made on accident by Anizul, a mage who wanted her pototo(not potato) to grow faster.'

Wow, talk about luck. Neyuki hoped that one day she would be able to accidentally make a spell.

'Innate magic of green is required. Time depending on Innate magic: Green: 2-4 weeks. Blue: 1-1 and a half weeks. Purple: 1-3 days. Black: Just one read.'

Neyuki was bummed out when she couldn't find out how long it would take her to learn the spell. 

When she looked at the 3rd page she didn't even realize there were weird symbols. She just knew how to cast the spell. 

Neyuki is shocked at the spell. All she had to do was command it to grow then give it some magic? That sounds so easy. 

"That's the spell?"

Her mother walks over to look over her shoulder. All she sees are a bunch of weird shapes going around in a circle. 

"Do you know how to do it already?"

Neyuki instantly remembers that this was supposed to take at least 2 weeks for an innate green magic user. She is at the very least that 1 out of 1000 of all magic users.

REMAKING!!!

Neyuki was your typical above average in everything kinda girl. 

Well in everyone else’s eyes. Everyone thought her life was something they couldn’t comprehend. This is why everyone was scared to approach her. 

Little did they know her life has been falling apart for 4 years already. 

*thinks about stuff she would do differently if she got another chance* 

*Says title of book*

*stuff happens*

Oh no I’m a baby in a unknown world!

(I have a job and school I need to work on too so I’ll be trying to find a way to balance everything.)

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