"Mana" the tailor journeys the perilous world together with an overgrown human-sized fairy named Hina in order to tell everyone of his great deed: Killing 7 with one stroke of a cloth piece. He fights giants, ogres, trolls, dragons; Kisses dead and sleeping princesses; saves little children from wolves and witches and many more.

Based on the German fairy tales collected by the Grimm Brothers.

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Once upon a time…" Mrs. Peters said to her sixth-grade class. "These are the most magical words
our world has ever known and the gateway into the greatest stories ever told. They're an immediate
calling to anyone who hears them—a calling into a world where everyone is welcome and anything
can happen. Mice can become men, maids can become princesses, and they can teach valuable
lessons in the process."
Alex Bailey eagerly sat straight up in her seat. She usually enjoyed her teacher's lessons, but this
was something especially close to her heart.
"Fairy tales are much more than silly bedtime stories," the teacher continued. "The solution to
almost every problem imaginable can be found in the outcome of a fairy tale. Fairy tales are life
lessons disguised with colorful characters and situations.
" 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf ' teaches us the value of a good reputation and the power of honesty.
'Cinderella'shows us the rewards of having a good heart. 'The Ugly Duckling' teaches us the
meaning of inner beauty."
Alex's eyes were wide, and she nodded in agreement. She was a pretty girl with bright blue eyes
and short strawberry-blonde hair that was always kept neatly out of her face with a headband.
The way the other students stared at their teacher as if the lesson being taught were in another
language, was something Mrs. Peters had never grown accustomed to. So, Mrs. Peters would often
direct entire lessons to the front row, where Alex sat.
Mrs. Peters was a tall, thin woman who always wore dresses that resembled old, patterned sofas.
Her hair was dark and curly and sat perfectly on the top of her head like a hat (and her students often
thought it was). Through a pair of thick glasses, her eyes were permanently squinted from all the
judgmental looks she had given her classes over the years.
"Sadly, these timeless tales are no longer relevant in our society," Mrs. Peters said. "We have
traded their brilliant teachings for small-minded entertainment like television and video games.
Parents now let obnoxious cartoons and violent movies influence their children.
"The only exposure to the tales some children acquire are versions bastardized by film
companies. Fairy tale 'adaptations' are usually stripped of every moral and lesson the stories were
originally intended to teach, and replaced with singing and dancing forest animals. I recently read that
films are being created depicting Cinderella as a struggling hip-hop singer and Sleeping Beauty as a
warrior princess battling zombies!"
"Awesome," a student behind Alex whispered to himself.
Alex shook her head. Hearing this made her soul hurt. She tried to share her disapproval with her
fellow classmates but, sadly, her concern was not reciprocated.
"I wonder if the world would be a different place if everyone knew these tales in the way the
Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Andersen intended them to be known," Mrs. Peters said. "I
wonder if people would learn from the Little Mermaid's heartbreak when she dies at the end of her
real story. I wonder if there would be so many kidnappings if children were shown the true dangers
that Little Red Riding Hood faced. I wonder if delinquents would be so inclined to misbehave if they
knew about the consequences Goldilocks caused for herself with the Three Bears.
"There is so much to learn and prevent for our futures if we just open our eyes to past teachings.
Perhaps if we embraced fairy tales as much as we could, it would be much easier to find our own
happily-ever-afters."
If Alex had her way, Mrs. Peters would be rewarded with thunderous applause after each lesson
she gave. Unfortunately, all that followed her classes was a mutual sigh of relief among the students,
thankful that they were over. "Let's see how well you all know your fairy tales," the teacher said with
a smile, and began pacing the room. "In 'Rumpelstiltskin,' what did the young maiden's father tell the
king that his daughter could spin hay into? Does anyone know?"
Mrs. Peters scanned the classroom like a shark looking for wounded fish. Only one student raised
her hand.
"Yes, Miss Bailey?" Mrs. Peters called.
"He claimed she could spin hay into gold," Alex said.
"Very good, Miss Bailey," Mrs. Peters said. If she had a favorite student—not that she would ever
admit to having one—Alex would have been it.
Alex was always eager to please. She was the definition of a bookworm. It didn't matter what
time of day it was—before school, during school, after school, before bed—she was always reading.
She had a thirst for knowledge and, because of it, Alex was usually the first person to answer Mrs.
Peters's questions.
She tried her best to impress her classmates with every chance she got, putting extra effort into
each book report and class presentation she was assigned. However, this usually annoyed the other
students, and Alex was often teased for it.
She constantly heard other girls making fun of her behind her back. She usually spent lunch alone
under a tree somewhere with an open library book. Although she would never tell anyone, Alex was
so lonely that sometimes it hurt.
"Now, can anyone tell me what the compromise was that the maiden made with Rumpelstiltskin?"
Alex waited a moment before putting her hand up. She didn't want to seem like a total teacher's
pet.
"Yes, Miss Bailey?"
"In exchange for turning the hay into gold, the maiden promised to give Rumpelstiltskin her firstborn child when she became queen," Alex explained.
"That's a pretty steep deal," said a boy behind Alex.
"What's a creepy old short man want with a baby anyway?" a girl next to him asked.
"Obviously, he couldn't adopt with a name like Rumpelstiltskin," another student added.
"Did he eat the baby?" someone else asked nervously.
Alex turned around to face her clueless peers.
"You're all missing the point of the story," Alex said. "Rumpelstiltskin took advantage of the
maiden because she was in need. The story is about the price of a bad negotiation. What are we
willing to give up long-term in the future for something short-term in the present? Get it?"
If Mrs. Peters could change her facial expression, she would have looked very proud. "Nicely put,
Miss Bailey," she said. "I must say, in all my years of teaching, I've rarely come across a pupil with
as much in-depth knowledge as—"
A loud snore suddenly came from the back of the classroom. A boy in the back row was slouched
over his desk and drooling from the corner of his mouth, very much asleep.
Alex had a twin brother, and it was moments like these that made her wish she didn't.
Mrs. Peters diverted her attention to him like a paper clip to a magnet.
"Mr. Bailey?" Mrs. Peters asked.
He continued to snore.
"Mr. Bailey?" Mrs. Peters asked again, kneeling down closer to him.
He let out another enormous snore. A few of the students wondered how it was possible for such a
loud noise to come out of him.
"Mr. Bailey!" Mrs. Peters shouted in his ear.
As if someone had lit a firework under his seat, Conner Bailey jumped back to life, almost
knocking his desk over.
"Where am I? What happened?" Conner asked in a panicked state of confusion. His eyes darted
around the room while his brain tried to remember where he was.
Like his sister, he also had bright blue eyes and strawberry-blond hair. His face was round and
freckled and, at the moment, slightly smushed to one side like a basset hound when it first wakes up
from a nap.
Alex couldn't have been more embarrassed by her brother. Besides sharing looks and a birth date,
she and her brother couldn't have been more different. Conner may have had a lot of friends, but
unlike his sister, he had trouble in school… mostly trouble staying awake.
"I'm so glad you could rejoin us, Mr. Bailey," Mrs. Peters said sternly. "Did you have a nice
nap?"
Conner turned bright red.
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Peters," he apologized, trying to be as genuine as possible. "Sometimes when
you talk for long periods of time, I doze off. No offense. I can't help it."
"You fall asleep in my class at least twice a week," Mrs. Peters reminded him.
"Well, you do talk a lot." Before he could stop himself from saying it, Conner knew it was the
wrong thing to say. A few of the students had to bite their hands to stop laughing.
"I recommend you stay awake while I teach, Mr. Bailey," Mrs. Peters threatened. Conner had
never seen anyone squint their eyes so tight without shutting them before. "Unless you know enough
about fairy tales to teach this lesson yourself," she added.
"I probably do," Conner said. Once again, he spoke without thinking. "I mean, I know a lot about
this stuff, that's all."
"Oh, really?" Mrs. Peters never backed down from a challenge, and every student's worst
nightmare was that they'd be her challenger. "All right, Mr. Bailey, if you're so knowledgeable,
answer this question."
Conner gulped.
"In the original tale of Sleeping Beauty, how many years does the princess sleep before she is
awoken by true love's first kiss?" Mrs. Peters asked, studying his face.
All eyes were on him, impatiently waiting for the slightest indication that he didn't know the
answer. But fortunately for Conner, he did.
"One hundred," Conner answered. "Sleeping Beauty slept for one hundred years. That's why the
castle grounds were covered in vines and stuff because the curse affected everyone in the kingdom,
and there was no one to garden."
Mrs. Peters didn't know what to say or do. She frowned down at him, immensely surprised. This
was the first time he had ever been correct when she'd put him on the spot, and she certainly hadn't
expected it.
"Try to stay conscious, Mr. Bailey. Lucky for you, I used my last detention slip this morning, but I
can always request more," Mrs. Peters said, and promptly walked to the front of the classroom to
continue her lesson.
Conner sighed with relief, and the red drained from his face. His eyes met his sister's; even she
was surprised he had gotten the answer right. Alex hadn't expected Conner to remember any fairy
tales….
"Now, class, I want you all to get out your literature books, turn to page one hundred and seventy,
and read 'Little Red Riding Hood' quietly to yourselves," Mrs. Peters instructed.
The students did as they were told. Conner made himself as comfortable as possible at hhis desk
and began reading. The story, the pictures, and the characters were all so familiar to him.
One of the things Alex and Conner looked forward to the most when they were very young had
been the trips to see their grandmother. She lived up in the mountains in the heart of the woods in a
tiny house that could best be described as a cottage, if such a thing still existed.
It was a long journey, a few hours by car, but the twins loved every minute of it. Their anticipation
would grow as they traveled up the windy roads and through the endless trees, and when they crossed
a yellow bridge, the twins would excitedly exclaim, "We're almost there! We're almost there!"
Once they arrived, their grandmother would greet them at the door with open arms and hugs so
tight they would almost pop.
"Look at you two! You've both grown a foot since the last time I saw you!" Grandma would say,
even if they hadn't, and then would lead them inside, where a freshly baked batch of cookies waited
for them.
Their father had grown up in the woods and would spend hours each day telling the twins his
adventures as a kid: all the trees he'd climbed, all the streams he'd swum, and all the ferocious
animals he'd barely escaped from. Most of his retellings were highly exaggerated, but they loved this
time with him more than anything else in the world.
"Someday, when you're older, I'll take you to all the secret places where I used to play," their
father would tease them. He was a tall man with kind eyes that would wrinkle whenever he smiled,
and he smiled quite a bit, especially when he was teasing the twins.
At night the twins' mother would help their grandmother cook dinner and, after they had eaten, as
soon as the dishes were done, the family would sit around the fireplace. Their grandmother would
open her big storybook, and she and their father would take turns reading the twins fairy tales until
they fell asleep. Sometimes the Bailey family would be up until sunrise.
They told the stories with such detail and passion that it didn't matter how many times the twins
heard the same story. They were the best memories any child could ask for.
Unfortunately, the twins hadn't been back to their grandmother's cottage in a very long time….
"MR. BAILEY!" Mrs. Peters shouted. Conner had dozed off again.
"Sorry, Mrs. Peters!" he bellowed back, sitting straight up in his seat like a soldier on guard. If
looks could kill, Conner would have been dead from the scowl she was sending him.
"What did we think of the real Little Red Riding Hood?" the teacher asked her class.
A girl with frizzy hair and thick braces raised her hand.
"Mrs. Peters?" the frizzy-haired girl asked. "I'm confused."
"And why is that?" Mrs. Peters said, as if asking, "What on earth could you possibly be confused
about, idiot?"
"Because, it says the Big Bad Wolf is killed by the Hunter," the frizzy-haired girl explained. "I
always thought the wolf was just upset because the other wolves in his pack made fun of his snout,
and he and Little Red Riding Hood became friends in the end. At least, that's what happened in the
cartoon I used to watch when I was little."
Mrs. Peters rolled her eyes so far into the back of her head, she could have seen what was behind
her.
"That," she said with a clenched jaw, "is exactly why we're having this lesson."
The frizzy-haired girl became wide-eyed and sad. How could something so dear to her have been
so wrong?
"For homework," Mrs. Peters said, and the room unanimously slumped in their seats, "you are to
pick your favorite fairy tale and write a paper, due tomorrow, on the real lesson the tale is trying to
teach us."
Mrs. Peters went to her desk, and the students began working on their assignment with the little
class time remaining.
"Mr. Bailey?" Mrs. Peters summoned Conner to her desk. "A word."
Conner was in deep trouble, and he knew it. He cautiously stood up and walked to Mrs. Peters's
desk. The other students gave him sorrowful looks as he walked by, as if he were walking to his
executioner.
"Yes, Mrs. Peters?" Conner asked.
"Conner, I'm trying to be very sensitive about your family situation," Mrs. Peters said, glaring at
him over the frames of her glasses.
Family situation. Two words Conner had heard too many times in the last year.
"However," Mrs. Peters continued, "there is certain behavior I just will not tolerate in my
classroom. You're constantly falling asleep in class, you don't pay attention, not to mention you quiz
and test very poorly. Your sister seems to be functioning just fine. Perhaps you could follow her
example?"
It was a comparison that felt like a kick in the stomach every time someone made it. Indeed,
Conner was not his sister by any means, and he was always punished because of it.
"If this continues, I will be forced to have a meeting with your mother, do you understand?" Mrs.
Peters warned him.
"Yes, sir—I mean ma'am! I meant ma'am! Sorry." It just hadn't been his best day.
"Okay, then. You may have a seat."
Conner slowly walked back to his seat, his head hanging slightly lower than it had all day. More
than anything, he hated feeling like a failure.
Alex had watched the entire conversation between her brother and their teacher. As much as her
brother embarrassed her, she did feel for him as only a sister could.
Alex flipped through her literature book, deciding on which story to write about. The pictures
weren't as colorful and exciting as they had been in her grandmother's book, but seeing all the
characters she had grown up reading about made her feel at home, a feeling that had recently become
a rarity.
If only fairy tales were real, she thought. Somebody could wave a wand and magically make
things how they used to be.

Alex and Conner Bailey's world is about to change.
When the twins’ grandmother gives them a treasured fairy-tale book, they have no idea they’re about to enter a land beyond all imagining: the Land of Stories, where fairy tales are real.But as Alex and Conner soon discover, the stories they know so well haven’t ended in this magical land—Goldilocks is now a wanted fugitive,
Red Riding Hood has her own kingdom, and Queen Cinderella is about to become a mother!
The twins know they must get back home somehow. But with the legendary Evil Queen hot on their trail, will they ever find the way?
The Land of Stories: The Wishing Spell brings readers on a thrilling quest filled with magic spells, laugh-out-loud humor, and page-turning adventure.
(This is copied-typed by the actual book by me)

I went quickly to my room. I didn't want my fresh idea to get lost somewhere in my head. I took a piece of paper and... went stupid. I know many Polish works, thanks to my memory I can rewrite them word for word, but what to choose is a problem.

First, "Teutonic Knights" by Henryk Sienkiewicz.

A wonderful book about the Polish-Teutonic War. The main character is a young knight. His love problems intertwine with intrigue and war. His fiancée is kidnapped and driven insane... lots of action, some humor, drama and patriotism. Bull's-eye.

It took me two weeks to write this... and I was more tired than after a month on horseback. It's good that I have a large desk, and Sveta can fit under it... The most important thing is the balance between work and relaxation.

When I finished writing... I called Kowalski, gave him a manuscript, exactly 620 pages with drawings, and ordered someone to be sent to Lviv to the printing house. I handed him money and a letter to the printing master. In which I explained to him what I wish for. The book must be printed in 100 copies, and each bound in calfskin. Embossed letters on the cover and spine of the book.

In the future, the author earns millions of publishing books... In 1623 publishing a book costs millions... maybe not exactly a million but over 2000 ducats. I'm not stingy, but this was the first time I had tears in my eyes when I had to pay.

The fact that I have a large income and wealth from my ancestors does not change that. In about 30 years, Hetman Sapieha will sell all his assets, even silver spoons, just to have money to fight the Swedes. With a rich man like Hetman Sapieha, I look like a poor relative.

It will take some time to print the book, I might as well write another one.

However, this time I will write something else, namely "Grimm Brothers Fairy Tales", I will have to change the title, some names, places but these are just details. I will also add a few fairy tales of a certain company with a rodent in the log.

Another two weeks passed. As always, I have Svete for relaxation. Sometimes she tells me about "our" daughter. I listen, I nod, sometimes I even say something wise. I don't think I have a paternal instinct in me.

I tell her the fairy tales I write, Sveta is in love with them. In a world where there are no movies, theaters or other entertainment. The stories are what gets everyone's attention.

And so, after two long weeks, "Jazłowieckie Fairy Tales" was born.

And I lost 2,000 ducats again... fucking culture.

In May 1623 I received "my" first work. Beautiful cover with embossed letters... and weight about 3 kg. I understand that literature can be hard, but it could be used to hammer nails.

Of course, I checked each copy and I had nothing to complain about. As Amazon will only be operating in about 400 years. I had to reach people differently. One hundred copies is not a lot. You have to choose who to send them to.

Certainly the King and the Grand Marshal of the Crown and to the widow of Hetman Żółkiewski. Certainly to a few magnates and senators, or rather their wives. Jagiellonian University and Vilnius University, two copies to each." Jazłowieckie Fairy Tales" will be sent to the same people and institutions.

I passed my orders to Kowalski, he to someone else, and the machine started moving.

On May 14, I got a letter that at the end of the month, Saddat would be back with a jasyr (slaves) and loot. He would be earlier, but he goes with the cars.

Finally some normal jobs, slaves, spoils. And not just sitting on your ass and flipping paper.

Commonwealth Crimson Age

http://wbnv.in/a/d3fmp47



They had been late for dinner and so Broge asked a kindly maid to bring Diana a tray into her room. Diana's new supplies were neatly arranged inside her wardrobe. She spread a few floor cusions on the balcony and sat there admiring the twin planets. Tomorrow would be her first day in a new school, in a new elven school, in a new elven school inside a freaking palace. 

How did I manage to get here? 

Again, she wished Alex were here to keep her company. I am here in case you wish to talk. 

Diana jumped. The boy's voice - she should stop referring to him as the boy - Silvanus's voice was so clear, it seemed like he was in the same room. She'd been happy since his mind had not butted into her consciousness the entire day. It seemed the link between their minds weakened with distance so she could not hear him all the way out in the city. She tried to keep her mental chatter polite, uncomfortably aware that he could hear all the thoughts that bounced inside her head. She reached out tentatively with her mind, unsure whether what she was doing was correct but suddenly she could hear his thoughts. They were nervous, uncomfortable - like a small puppy that expected a rebuff. Thank you but I'd prefer to go to bed now. 

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Sleep did not come as easily as last night. She tossed and turned thinking about the next day, then finally, she grabbed a small torch and slipped out of her room. She kept careful note of landmarks like paintings and engravings for fear of getting lost in the vast maze-like palace. An owl hooted in the distance .......... and an answering hoot sounded beside her. She swung her torch blindly till it shone on a large beautifully engraved barn owl. 

"Whoaa you have voices too?" 

The barn owl blinked once but did not hoot. Then it took off and turned to the right at the end of the corridor. "Heyyy!" Diana followed it to the corner and found herself facing a heavily engraved wooden door. She looked behind her shoulder - this was probably not a good idea, there might be rules against children wandering around the palace at night - but she wanted to know whether it was the marble owl that had answered the hoot. She opened the door and stepped into .......heaven. 

Books! 

Books as far as the eye could see. Aisles and aisles filled with books of all colours and sizes; shelves bursting with them. Diana passed by aisles labeled Astronomy, Alchemy, Matter, Mystic Arts, Music, .............. and then her torch stopped at 'Fairy tales.' She scanned the titles - some familiar ones jumped out. Cinderella.........Beauty and the Beast............oh they even have- 

"What are you searching for?" 

Diana almost jumped out of her skin at the deep voice of Cironir. She turned around, mortified at being caught by the Principal himself. "I'm sorry.........I-uh couldn't sleep so I......" 

To her surprise, he smiled. "Curiosity is not a sin, child. Though I would like you to know that children are not allowed to wander the palace after dark, so next time, you can come look for a book during the day." 

"Yes, Herdir-sorry, Herdante," she said relieved. Diana was not the rule-breaker type and even though she would be staying here only for a while, she didn't want to be anything but a model student. 

"You may call me 'Teacher.' 

"Yes, Teacher." 

"Good. Now what kind of books are you looking for? Hmmm Fairy tales?" He chuckled lightly. "Shouldn't you write your own life-story and read it then?" 

Diana had raised her eyebrows and smiled wryly at the poor joke. "Yeah, cause it would be a fairytale. Uh-Good one." 

"Forgive me. I am trying to be better at cracking jokes. I've often gotten the feedback that my jokes about the alchemist and the radat tails are ........not amusing." He smiled apologetically. 

"I want to know the original stories. Herdir Broge said something about Snow White." 

Cironir picked up a thick red and white coloured book and handed it to her. "Then you should read this." Diana examined the cover of the book. "Snow White and the Seven Dwarves..........talk about plagiarism, they didn't even change the name of the book. I hope you sued the Grimm brothers." 

"May I ask you something?" Cironir looked thoughtful. 

"Sure." 

"Now you know that you're a fairy. You have seen your birth-world today. I've watched incredulity on your face....... but not wonder. Don't human children wonder at fairytales?" 

Diana opened her mouth unsure of what to say. "Uh........ they do, they do." 

"They?" Cironir had caught the significant word. 

"It's....uh...... complicated." Diana sighed searching for a way to explain. "I've always liked fairy tales; Dad bought me all the storybooks. Well, minus the regressive parts, of course - the almighty prince come to save the damsel-in-distress. I liked them because of the beautiful visions they bring to mind. A simpler world where the greatest problems are solved by the wave of a magic wand. They're great places to visit ......... but they're not real. At least, they weren't to me. And now my mind is reeling because - turns out - fairy tales are real! Magic is real! How can something so completely illogical be real? 

Cironir listened to her rant, amused and thoughtful. "Child, let me ask you a question. What is magic?" 

"Uh.... uh........." Diana floundered. Hocus-pocus and abra-kadabra seemed like very childish answers at that point. 

"So you don't know what it is but you have branded it as illogical." Cironir smiled a light, knowing smile. 

"What do you call the greatest herald of progress on Earth?" 

Her answer was instant. "That's easy, 'Science.'" 

"And, in the beginning, what did the humans who did not understand science call it?" 

Diana raised an eyebrow. "You're trapping me, aren't you?" 

Cironir merely smiled bringing out the crinkles on the corner of his eyes. 

"They called it magic," conceded Diana. 

"Yes! For eons, magic has existed among us called by numerous different names. Essentially, magic is energy - in its purest, most ancient form. The energy that pulsates throughout the universe, breathing life into the engine of everything. We, the magical community, are those who have mastered the art of harnessing this energy using our minds. Humans have chosen to harness it via other matter." Cironir's eyes, lost in thought finally refocused on Diana. "Science is the medium of utilizing energy and magic is that energy - but both were called illogical by those who failed to understand." 

"Read it, child," Cironir gestured to the book in her hand, "and discover the wonder that you've not let yourself feel. Just because we understand something, we should not let the wonder of its existence go unappreciated." 

Cironir walked back till the end of the aisle, then turned around seeming to remember something. 

"Oh you want to know another name for magic? Some call it ...... God." 

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Diana laid on her belly under the soft covers, feet in the air and chin in her hands reading quickly. By the end of the book, she wanted to take back her earlier comment on plagiarism. The real story was nothing like the fairy tale she'd read. Unfortunately some of the Elvish words were not completely translated. Diana checked the glossary but it was for the English words. The book was one of those elven children read to improve their English. 

........ her face as white as snow, the fairy princess of the mountains was named Snow White........ And her step-mother, the Queen, ordered the huntsman to kill the fair Princess Snow and bring her heart as proof ........... The hunstman's dagger pierced the wild boar and thus he set the Princess free ........ "Reclaim your throne........" Hidden in the forest, in the home of the Original Seven, the Princess learned the tactics of warfare............ The persecuted elves took arms under the leadership of the fair Princess, following her into the worst civil war in the history of Earth...................... Seeing the failure of the army in sight, the Queen sent her last weapon, the sorcerer Rowan................ And as they met, the light of gold bathed the kingdom......... releasing Rowan from one spell as he fell under another........... For the Princess had found her Zareh ............... The wrath of the Zareh fell on the army .......... together, they cast a spell so bright, the Queen perished in the void of darkness ............ for love had united the Paire Cosantora .......... the most powerful spell of all.............. 

Human children could learn a thing or two from these fairy tales... Why were they changed.........Hmmm....... Maybe the Grimm brothers were afraid of being sued for plagiarism thought Diana sleepily as she snuggled deeper into her covers.

Being the best was normal for her. As effortless and easy as a breeze over still water. She'd successfully smoothed over the mishaps of her past in the minds of those around her to become the apple of their eyes. She created a perfect life through lies, deceit and a little help from her .................... abilities.

When Diana arrives at the magical city of Vorantia, everyone is afraid of her. Everyone except an elf with emerald green eyes. Why? What is her connection to this boy? Why can she hear what he thinks? Why can she feel what he feels?

As Diana is introduced into the world of magic, she discovers the secrets that this place holds. But some secrets are best left buried........

Her story is unfinished. Her tale untold. But then...... can a fairy tale be complete without a fairy?

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He stared intently at her face for a moment and his eyes widened in sudden dread. "You-y-you're one of t-them??"

"One of who?"

"You're a s-spy!" The fear in his face now mingled with indignation. "Don't play games with me! I k-know who you're with! I - I - I'm not scared of you!"

"Look! I don't know where I am and I want to go home!"

"Gurgof!!" He spat. "You have the audacity to come here after what your people did to us! To me!" His tone seethed with bitterness. "Who else did you come to target? Who else will you take from me?"

"Relax, okay! I came here by mistake. Just tell me how to get home and I'll be gone." Diana put up her hands defensively, alarmed by the sudden change in the boy's demeanour.

There were angry tears in his vivid green eyes and his whole body shook with emotion.

"You will not go anywhere."

His voice was very faint.

"You will not succeed again."

His hands balled into fists.

"You will pay the price of their crime!" he screamed, before launching himself towards her.

People scattered.

They all returned to their seats.

No one cared about the harsh words Zhang Ye said. This was because, be it Tian Bin, Jia Yan or Wang Xiaomei and company, everyone knew that it was impossible. Not even Zhang Ye, even a famous broadcasting host in the industry, with an extreme amount of fame would not be able to revive "Old and Young Story Club" from the dead in five days. Everyone worked in the same industry. They knew the limitations and bottlenecks of the segment. Why was "Old and Young Story Club" always low on the ratings? This was probably fated.

This segment was in the afternoon time slot, which was 12 noon to 1 P.M. The segment was to tell stories like children’s fairy tales. From the moment the segment was established, it already had a pitfall and a limitation. As a result, this segment had never become popular. In recent years, it carried on returning low ratings. 

Why? This was because it was no longer like years ago. There was too much information in present-day society. Communication methods and technology were improving by the day. People no longer used the radio to obtain information. Typically, children were still in school during this afternoon time slot, other than during Winter and Summer breaks. Those who were not in school, because they were too young, would not be able to understand the stories. Those who were in school did not have the time to listen. This created this awkward situation.

Furthermore, children's literature was becoming more and more downtrodden. Be it the quality or quantity of works, they were all decreasing. If one carefully counted, the more famous new fairy tales this year only included "Can Kites Fly?" and "Tong Tong's Day". However, these two stories could not be split up and broadcast over an entire year, right? Children might not even listen to it. The same old stories were listened to over and over again. Those which were famous had been heard by everyone. Those that were not famous were not well-liked by everyone. So in such an environment, who would listen to the radio?

Not only the Beijing Radio Station, even many radio stations all over the country were cancelling their children story segments. The market was as such. No one could reverse the situation.

Hence, Zhang Ye's words were treated as a joke. Many people did not even bother retorting. There was no meaning behind having an exchange and clarification.

"Little Zhang." Teacher Feng also said, "You really think so?"

Zhang Ye said in a determined fashion, "I didn't have this thought yesterday, but I have it now!" This rascal was a warrior. He was still resigning himself to despair before, but now, after seeing Deputy Station Head Jia and his family challenging him, his fighting spirit was rekindled. He was full of energy!

"You don't understand the situation." Teacher Feng wanted to explain it to him.

However, Zhang Ye refused to listen, "You don't have to speak any further. I do not need to understand the situation either. You don't have to care what I do. You just focus on your retirement procedures. Hand everything over to me. I, Zhang Ye, will guarantee you that ‘Old and Young Story Club’ will soar to even greater heights! I will not let your baby end in my hands! If you believe me, then don't leave the unit first. Aren’t there still five days left? Five days is sufficient! See how I make our program do well! ‘Soaring Youth’? I'll let that Jia Yan never be able to have his segment!"

Upon hearing that, Teacher Feng also felt a little excited, "You really can do it? But the segment's stories are all those fairy tales from the past. No matter how good your broadcasting skills are, everyone only cares about the story."

Zhang Ye flatly said, "Then I'll write my own stories!"

"You do not have children. You won't understand the mentality of children!" Teacher Feng cautioned him, "This is different from writing a novel or composing a poem!"

Zhang Ye was confident, "Wait and see. I'll make them not be able to speak a single word!"

"Alright, then go ahead and try. It's not early anymore. Let's go to the recording studio. On the way, I'll tell you things you need to pay attention to." Teacher Feng brought Zhang Ye along with him.

However, just as they took a few steps, Li Si came forward, "Teacher Feng, Teacher Jia just went to Recording Studio #3 to record his new segment. You will need to wait."

Teacher Feng's voice changed, "Which Teacher Jia?"

"It's Teacher Jia, Jia Yan." Li Si no longer spoke to Teacher Feng as respectfully as in the past. There was no need to for a person that was about to leave. As for Zhang Ye, there was even less need to do so, as he had been blacklisted by the Leader. "I actually told him that your segment had already reserved it, but Teacher Jia got an expedited approval from the Leader, so I had to give it to him. Well, Recording Studio #4 will be free in an hour." 

Teacher Feng said angrily, "It will nearly be 12 noon soon! How can we record an hour later!? At that moment, it will be a live broadcast!"

"Please don't get angry at me. This was not decided by me." Li Si said.

Zhang Ye had already seen through him, as he appeared unfazed, "Teacher Feng, don't worry. Let's do a live broadcast today. I happen to like live broadcasts!"

Teacher Feng was unwilling, "This is the first time you are going on the segment. You have also never narrated such a story. If there's a mistake, you..."

"There won't be. I won't make a mistake!" Zhang Ye said to Li Si, "Reserve the live broadcast room for us!"

Li Si extremely disliked Zhang Ye's tone. But after the spooky event that happened yesterday, he did not dare to challenge Zhang Ye. He did not even dare to enter a two meters radius from him, so he could only obediently follow the instructions. As the saying goes, kind people will be bullied. After being aware of Zhang Ye's powers and sinister side, everyone became well-behaved. And Li Si was one of them. He did not wish to be hit in the forehead another time. His wound was still hurting right now!

...

Before noon.

Live broadcast studio #6.

Today, other than Zhang Ye and Teacher Feng, there was no one else. Everyone knew that Zhang Ye was doomed. This segment was also doomed. So naturally, no one had the mind to listen to their live broadcast.

It was still before the segment's scheduled time. Zhang Ye took this opportunity to open his game ring. After the war of words, his Reputation points had constantly increased. With the Reputation gained from yesterday's ‘Ghost Blows Out the Light’, Zhang Ye already had another 100,000 Reputation points today. Without any hesitation, he bought a "Memory Search Capsule". He searched through the fairy tales he had read when he was still young, reinforcing the memory!

One story!

Three stories!

Five stories!

The capsule's time was over!

Zhang Ye had a great harvest before he opened his eyes. His eyes were clear and sparkling.

"We are about to begin." Teacher Feng cautioned him. He began the countdown. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. He turned on the volume and said amiably, "Hello, children. It's our ‘Old and Young Story Club’ segment today again. I am your old friend, Grandpa Feng. Today, I will introduce a new friend to everyone. His name is Uncle Zhang Ye. The following story and segment will be told by Uncle Zhang."

Zhang Ye introduced himself, "Hello, children. I am Zhang Ye. You can call me Brother and you can also call me Uncle. Hehe."

After handing over the segment, Teacher Feng turned off his volume and signaled to Zhang Ye. As he walked out, he looked backwards. He did not remain in the live broadcasting studio. It was not that Teacher Feng was assured of Zhang Ye; in contrast, he was overly worried. As such, he did not even dare watch or listen, for his heart could not take it. 

With Zhang Ye left alone, Zhang Ye felt even more calm!

"Old and Young Story Club" had a bottleneck? It had its limitations? Those were all excuses!

Zhang Ye did not believe in such crap. He still wanted to revive this segment! What was his method? It was to use the fairy tales from his world. His brain was filled with all sort of literature resources. Let's not even talk about one story a day, he could even narrate ten stories a day for a full month without a hitch! Furthermore, every story would be something never heard of in this world! Zhang Ye had even specially checked on the internet. Just like “Ghost Blows Out the Light”, this world did not have the famous fairy tale authors like Hans Christian Anderson or the Brothers Grimm!

Lacking in children's literature?

Others were worried, but he wasn't! His whole being was a resource!

Zhang Ye began to speak the moment he opened his mouth. The Memory Search Capsule had allowed him to reproduce the fairy tales without missing a word. The speed at which he narrated was different from that of narrating “Ghost Blows Out the Light”. This was narrated to children, so the speed had to be done slowly. Furthermore, he could not use the tone of narrating a horror story. He had to use a soft and gentle tone. He even needed to pinch his throat to change his pitch, so as to let children feel closer to him. These basics had been completely learned by Zhang Ye when he was in college. Zhang Ye was not weaker than anyone else in these professional classes. He was only lacking a stage from which he could perform. Hence, for a person like him who had poor looks, he greatly valued work in the radio station. He needed to do well. He needed to reverse the situation with "Old and Young Story Club". It was both for himself and also for Teacher Feng who had been kind to him!

"Today, I'll tell you a children's fairy tale. Once upon a time, long, long ago, a king and queen ruled over a distant land. Both of them wished for a child. So they sincerely prayed to God, 'God! We are a good King and Queen. Please give us a child!' Soon after that, the kind queen gave birth to a baby girl, who had skin white as snow, cheeks as red as apples...

The people of this world did not understand.

However, if anyone from Zhang Ye's world heard this, they would definitely blurt it out. Yes, Zhang Ye was narrating the famous, and widely-known all around the world, fairy tale that everyone had heard before..."News Broadcast"!

Alright, let's not joke!

*Cough* It was "Snow White and the Seven Dwarves"!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

Takumi was deep asleep, but she could still hear the whispers, though not as clear as when she was awake.
"Lentils..."
"...twig that strikes your hat..."
"Ashes."
Takumi's eyes opened, and she weakly shook Yandere, but he didn't stir. She sat up a bit to look at him, but he was covered in a thin layer of a sweet smelling ash. It still smelled like fire, but like burnt sugar.
Now that she was awake, she could feel the oppressive energy in the hospital, even as the entire thing was silent. Takumi struggled to sit up all the way, finally managing it, but even the simple motion left her out of breath and tired.
"As they passed the hazel tree, the two pigeons cried out."
"Punished with blindness..."
Takumi's body throbbed as she realized what was happening. There was a Tale in the hospital.
Takumi reached to the bedside table and grabbed her glasses, slipping them on her face, the room coming into focus. Above her was a sparkling, thin layer of water, the barrier that Yandere managed to put up before the enchanted ash put him in a slumber.
Takumi's body ached as she swung her legs over the edge of the mattress, her legs shaking like a newborn fawn's. She bit her lip. There was no way she could defeat a Grimm Tale on her own in this condition.
But Takumi still stood, using the IV pole to support her weight, tearing out the needles for the other machines as she staggered into the hallway.
"Grimmmmm....."
"Grimmmmm is herrrrrrre." 
Takumi followed the whispers, barely noticing the barrier of water moved with her, shielding her from the rain of ash coming down everywhere. Nurses were asleep on the floors, Doctors asleep in the wards, patients asleep in the waiting rooms.
And Takumi just kept walking, down, down, down, until the voices calling out to the bloodline of Grimm got clearer. As she made it to the last floor, she realized where she was. She was in the hospital morgue. Of course the Grimm Tale would be in the creepiest part of the hospital. At this rate, Takumi's body would just add to the contents of the room.
"Grimmmmmm isssss clossssssse."
Takumi gulped before moving forward again. But as she moved toward the back of the room, the barrier started to dissolve around her. And everywhere the ash touched, her body got ten times heavier. "N...o..." Takumi whispered as she fell to the ground, every cell in her body begging her to stop moving and just sleep. "S...no...w..."
.
"You're surprisingly complacent, Snow White," Red commented, watching him from the corner of his eye.
"Am I? I haven't noticed," Snow replied, petting one of his favorite snakes. The Black Mamba hissed in pleasure as it rubbed its head against Snow's hand.
"Why?"
"Excuse me?" Snow asked, turning to face Red.
"Why are you following her instructions? Why are you waiting to eat her heart? I thought that was the only thing you wanted in the world."
Snow bit his lip, still stroking the snake. "There's something about her. She's hiding things from us, but it's almost like her words ring with truth."
Red laughed quietly. "You're much more like her than you think, then. She has the crazy ability to tell when people are lying. Maybe this is your fated Master, Snow. One that can finally break all of our curses forever."
Snow just laughed to himself. "Sure." He just turned back to the beakers laying on the table, full of venom and Snow's own blood. As he worked, creating new poisons, his mind was racing. Something felt wrong. He didn't know what, just that something about the atmosphere was wrong.
'S...no...w...'
Snow White dropped the beaker, the glass shattering and its contents splattering the carpet. He felt the pull of the bond, the red strings of fate that wrapped around him, and he pulled back, following them.
"Snow? What's going on--?" Red started, but before she could finish her sentence, Snow was gone.
.
"Grimmmmm?! Arrrre you herrrrrrree yetttt? Commmme, and hellllpppp mmmeeeee cleeeaaan..."
Takumi struggled to keep her eyes open, giving up on moving entirely. She couldn't close her eyes, or she would fall asleep. If she fell asleep, the Tale would destroy the hospital.
"Well, what happened to that willpower that broke through my poison, hmm?"
Takumi turned her head slightly to find Snow White standing next to her. "Sn...ow." Her eyes fluttered, narrowing in exhaust.
Snow grit his teeth lifting his wrist to his mouth and using his sharp canine to slice into the flesh along his wrist. A mouthful of blood, and he brought his lips to hers, letting the blood flow into her mouth.
Takumi choked, the taste of blood, the single reason she did not eat meat, flooded into her mouth. Snow's hand was over her mouth, keeping her from spitting it out, so she had no choice but to choke it down. She felt like puking her guts up, but the drowsiness instantly faded, full control of her limbs returning.
"Better?" Snow asked, pulling a switchblade from the folds of his dress.
Takumi stood shakily, still weak. "Yes."
"My special power is poison. My blood is a cure-all antidote for basically any poison. As such, I am immune," he said, flipping the blade out.
Takumi nodded, taking the Grimmoire from her pocket. It grew to normal size as she unlatched the cover. She watched it fly open to the blank page before thinking. She'd heard parts of the story... and they seemed very familiar.
"Any idea of who we're facing?"
"Some," Takumi replied, starting to walk further in. She didn't completely trust Snow, but their goal was to Purify the Tale. If he didn't kill her during this mission, then she would get him a new poisonous snake.
Takumi eyed the serpent sitting across Snow's shoulders warily before shaking her head and focusing on the growing smell of fire. Her only concern was that Snow wouldn't be strong enough to hold this one back.
"Are you doubting my capability?" he asked.
Takumi blinked and looked at him. "How did you know?"
"The look on your face said it all."
"Ah. Yes, I am. Yan is probably the strongest..."
Snow sighed. "God, this is hard to explain when you have no family left. Basically, the more told the Tale is, the stronger they are. Snow White, Red Riding Hood, The Frog Prince, Sleeping Beauty, et cetera, are all constantly repeated by you humans. Therefore, we are the most powerful. However... The White Bride... is much more powerful than I would have thought for a Tale that doesn't get told often..."
Takumi nodded. She smiled slightly. "You'll have to explain more of this to me after we Purify the Grimm Tale. Thanks, Snow."
He watched her for a few seconds before huffing. "It's Your Highness."
Takumi laughed quietly. She had an idea of what this journey with the Grimm Fairy Tales would end. All she had to do was stop the person Restoring the Tales, and find a way to release them all permanently.
Takumi coughed into her hand as the smoke got thicker. She squinted through the thick gray mass, trying to get some visual of what she was about to face.
"Watch out!" Snow barked, grabbing Takumi by the collar and forcing her down, barely avoiding the glass shards that shot out of the gloom.
"Hehehe, Grimmmm is herrrre. Lettt me eatttt your hearrrrrtttttt..."
A glass sword came down through the smoke, stopping just short of Takumi's face, blocked by a bloodred sword.
"Grimm's heart is mine, sorry," Snow growled, deflecting the sword and stabbing into the smoke. The tip of the blade dripped red when he drew it back, revealing that he'd struck true.
Something in the gray clouds screamed, and Takumi stumbled back as Snow rushed forward. "Work on Purifying it!" he called. "Leave the Tale to me!"
Takumi sat on the cool cement to reserve her strength as she searched her memory for the right fairy tail.
Snow jumped from the smoke a few times, a clinking shadow sometimes appearing. The sound of high heels on the cement rang through the otherwise dead silent hospital morgue. 
But then a hoarse cry of pain split the silence, raising the hair on the back of Takumi's neck.
And those heels were getting ever closer.
Takumi backed up, until her hand brushed against a dead body draped with a white sheet. She recoiled from the stiff body. Takumi barely had the chance to blink before something cool and hard slammed into her throat, pressing her against the floor.
"Grimm! Get out of here!"
Takumi stared up into the strange clear dark eyes above her, at the long silver-white hair swirling around her.
"Grimmmmmm, won't you joinnnnn meeeeee ffffforrrrr a dance...???"
Takumi gasped in a breath as the cool shoe pressed harder, lights flashing before her eyes. No, not flashing... the shoe was reflecting. Struggling, Takumi forced her last breath out of her lungs in a great rush of words. "When evening came, she wanted to leave, but the prince didn't want to let her go. So she broke free, running too fast for the prince to catch her. But he'd laid a trap; he's spread pitch on the stairs, and her shoe stuck fast."
"Ssssssshut uppppp!" the Tale screamed, stomping on Takumi's throat.
Takumi gasped in pain, refilling her lungs, and as that glass boot came down again, she cried, "Cinderella!"
"Noooooooooo!!!"
Takumi crawled a few feet away, hand touching her throat gingerly as the book absorbed the threads of black particles. But before even two thirds of the black was absorbed, she shut the book, the latch snapping shut by itself. She lay on the cold concrete, exhausted, when a pair of strong, thin arms picked her up. "How is your injury?" she asked tiredly.
"Not bad. It'll heal up in less than an hour, if I stay next to you and the book," Snow replied, his eyes fixed ahead.
"Takumi? Takumi!"
"And the noise starts up again," he muttered.
Takumi smiled slightly. "Snow?"
"Hmm?"
"Thanks. Thanks for everything," Takumi said, meeting his shocked eyes. She suppressed a laugh as he looked away, cheeks turning pink.
"Whatever. It's only because I won't get to eat your heart if you die to another Tale," he muttered. "Now stop talking. Go to sleep."
"Will you be there when I wake up?"
Snow looked into those two-color eyes, thinking suddenly that she looked so fragile, so young. "I'll be there."
"Don't lie," she whispered.
A smile twitched at the corner of his lips. "I promise I'll be there."
"Thanks."
Snow felt her fall asleep, and as he did, he felt something in him starting to change, too. He still wanted her heart, just in a different way. He wanted to protect that heart, to guard that little bit of goodness that remained in the world.
Just then, Yandere ran into the morgue, features softening from cold panic to a warm relief as he saw the girl in Snow's arms. He walked beside Snow as they walked through the hospital, back to the ward. "Thank you, Snow White."
"What for?" he asked in reply.
"For saving the light of the Grimm Tales. For protecting her." His eyes were tender as he watched Takumi, full of two kinds of love.
"She's my Master. It's my duty," Snow replied.
Yan laughed, making Snow tilt his head.
"What's so funny?"
Yan smiled as he replied, "You're changing, Snow White. Your frozen heart is starting to thaw. We once believed that we, the Tales, could never change, would be forced to hurt ourselves and our own kind for eternity, but we finally found someone who will save us. She loves the Tales, and I think that love may be able to erase the hate we hold for the world." He glanced back at Snow as he walked ahead. "You know, I think we all hunger for Grimm's heart. Just... in a different way that we believed."
Snow watched Yan walk ahead, thinking about what he'd just said. His eyes widened as he realized what was different about this master than the others.
Snow had never experienced unconditional love before. So he was shocked just how warm the love this girl offered was. He smiled to himself. Unbelievable.
But maybe... this love wasn't so bad.

A girl who can't be lied to, and a mission full of things she thought never existed.
Takumi Saeo, a 15 year old transfer student from Kyoto to London, must purify the Grimm Tales from their Restored state the Handler put them in.
However, if only a descendant of Grimm can Purify the Tales, wouldn't it stand that only a descendant of Grimm can Restore them...?
Lies, betrayal, broken vows, and battles to save the world from darkness.
Which side of Grimm will win?

"What's that about?" Yang asked as she stared at the golden page hovering in front of Ruby. Blake, Summer and Fairy also looking on with interest.

"It's… a page from Arthur's book?" she said, "It shows me things about myself and says I can 'access the basic functions of the Tome' and there's like four different things but one of them it 'locked'" She answered, scratching her head in confusion as she began to read through the page again "It even shows my age height, and… bust?" tilting her head in confusion she turned to Yang and saw her put her hands to her chest a squeezed down on her own bust.

"O-oh…" Ruby muttered her face turning red in realization. "I-it also tells my semblance and my… skills? Along with another thing called 'abilities', I also have titles… what's a 'Silver Eyed Warrior'? Does it have to do with my eyes? And what's with the ability? 'Silver Light'?" she questioned aloud, causing Summer's eyes to widen in surprise and let out an "Eh?" causing both Ruby and Yang to turn to her, while Blake pinched her chin and began to think..

"Mom? Do you know what a 'Silver Eyed Warrior' is?" Ruby questioned, immediately followed by Yang's own question "Yeah, does it have anything to do with the eye lasers Ruby did during initiation?"

"Uhhh… Haaaa…" Summer sighed and began to scratch her head, "Let's sit down first" she said taking a seat against a tree, waiting until Yang and Blake had sat down before she began to speak, while waiting for them Fairy had crawled her way onto Summer's lap with a bright smile.

"You all know about the origin of our shattered moon right?" she asked, getting nods from Ruby, Yang and Blake while Fairy tilted her head slightly while looking up at her.

Giving Fairy a small smile she began to speak, "Well, it starts with two brothers, the elder brother, the god of light, who created all the life on our world and brought about everything good and his younger brother, the god of darkness, the creator of death and the one who ultimately shattered the moon."

"You see, in the light, the elder brother created plants, animals and quenched the lands in water, but at night the younger brother brought about destruction through the creation of fire, famine and granted death upon all life. Yet one day, the younger brother did something, something that would forever plague the world, he created the creature of grimm." She said going silent and letting her words sink in before continuing.

"After his younger brother created the grimm, the elder brother came to him to finally bring an end to their war, proposing to his brother to create one last thing together, and that is when humanity was born." She explained to Fairy who was entranced by the story.

"Together the two brothers watched humanity grow, they watched humanity grow into warriors, farmers and kings they watched them build castles and cities, but eventually everything came tumbling down as humanities lust for power brought them to war with the two brothers, yet no matter how strong humanity was, they couldn't stand up to the two gods as the younger brother quickly destroyed every human on our world before abandoning our world, shattering our moon as they left."

"And yet, humanity still returned to our 'Remnant' of a world yet we were not the same, we had lost something, something that made us creations of the gods, what this is unknown to us, but I have heard that some believe we had lost 'magic', the ability to control the world around us to create and throw fire from the air, and to fly without wings, we had lost a part of ourselves"

"Eventually, this hole would be filled with something new, where we lost magic, our souls began to thrive, eventually granting us our auras and semblances, something 'special' a uniqueness exclusive to a single person or family, some gained the power to create and control shadows, some invisibility others speed faster than the eye can blink, all of this originating from a single thing, our souls." She said putting her hand to her chest; Fairy copied her and put her hand to her chest only to tilt her head in confusion.

"And yet, for some, a very small population of our world at that, they had something else, they had a 'gift' a gift granted long after the gods had abandoned us, yet long before kings began to rule and humanity came to form cities and villages, there were children, children with silver eyes"

"These children, as they grew would learn of a special power only they had, a power created to challenge the growing hordes of grimm, a power capable of destroying legions of grimm in seconds." Snapping her fingers with a loud snap.

"The power of the silver eyes" her eyes began to slightly glow, "This power terrified the grimm, yet these children were not only special because of their powers, they were also the strongest warriors humanity had ever had, where a single soldier could kill ten grimm, a silver-eyed warrior could kill one hundred. Where ten men were required to fight a goliath, a single silver-eyed warrior would be enough" Fairy's eyes now sparkling as she listened to her.

"And yet, over time these warriors began to disappear, fading away until they became nothing but a myth, a legend told to children about a race of legendary warriors, the guardians of humanity, a fantasy for their children to aspire to become, long forgotten are the names of the warriors that sacrificed themselves for humanity, their light all but snuffed from memory"

"And that is what we are; we are some of the last remaining members alive from a clan of ancient warriors, the mortal enemies of the grimm."  Summer finished her story and looked to Ruby with a light smile.

"That, that is, I've heard the stories, but for them to actually be true? I could have never imagined" Blake said disbelief evident on her face.

"My little sister is from an ancient race of warriors… huh, somehow, that doesn't affect me as much as Arthur being able to transform his arm into a giant claw, huh…" Yang said scratching her head.

Ruby, unlike Blake and Yang was silent and began to think, getting more excited as she thought, "So, I can really fire laser beams from my eyes? That is so cool! How do I do it? Do I have to squint really hard?" Ruby began to squint, to which nothing happened.

Palming her face Summer let out a sigh "That's what you got from that? Fair enough, I was just as excited when I learnt about it."

"Somethings not sticking right with me…" Blake said getting Summer to look to her "If these warriors were so powerful, why are they nothing but myths?" she asked.

Thinking for a bit Summer said "Honestly, I don't know, maybe there was a threat that wiped out all the warriors at once, maybe humanity decided to kill them once they were strong enough that they no longer needed the warriors to defend them. But even then, I would also expect there to be more of us out there, but there aren't." she said

"Since I first became a huntress I have met exactly one other silver eyed warrior, an old lady named Maria Calavera, I met her a year before you were born Ruby, I was on a mission to Mistral where I met her while I was passing through a small village on my way to Argus, it was under siege by Grimm and I ended up using my power, which she noticed and began to explain to me, and taught me how to better control it, that is also where she told me why she thinks there are so few Silver-Eyed Warriors left, she believes that there is someone or something is actively hunting us down" She explained.

"Something hunting you down? Something like the grimm?" Blake postulated.

"Yes, most likely, something more specialized I'd assume" Summer replied "Something more dangerous" her hands clenched tightly together turning them white, seeing this Fairy placed her hands atop Summer's whose arms were wrapped around her belly. Looking down to Fairy's hand Summer gave her a small smile and kissed the back of her head as a thank you, her hands loosening and unclenching. As a dark atmosphere came over the group.

"Anyways, I think that's enough story time for today, shall we get some lunch?" Summer asked, and as if to confirm the fact Fairy's stomach let out a growl causing Summer to chuckle in response "I'll take that as a yes" and stand up with Fairy in her arms.

Blake, could you please get the wheelchair?" she asked, getting a quick nod from Blake who walked over to and brought Summer the wheelchair where she placed Fairy. "Yang, could you and Blake take Fairy and go on ahead?" She asked.

"Sure" Yang answered looking to Ruby who was beginning to get up, "Let's go" she said to Blake and began to walk towards the dining hall with Blake pushing Fairy's wheelchair.

"Ruby, our eyes are a dangerous thing, we may have an amazing power but we are vulnerable, we can only ever use our power when in the presence of Grimm, if you fight a human or a faunus, your eyes will not work. Our eyes are also a burden upon us, using it drains you of energy, much faster than using your semblance does. So please, please, never, ever use it unless you absolutely have to, if you can, not even then. I will help you learn to control it so when you do ultimately have to use it, you can use it to its fullest, okay?" Summer said her hands atop Ruby's shoulders and looking into her eyes.

"I-I understand mom" Ruby answered, both nervous and excited at the same time.

"Good" Summer said and gave Ruby a tight hug which Ruby returned.

"We should tell Arthur as well, and Weiss" Ruby said

"Arthur already knows" Summer replied

"Wait, what?" Ruby muttered, separating from Summers hug and looking to her in surprise.
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"One Soufflé and an iced coffee." Marion said placing down a fluffy gold soufflé and iced coffee on the table in front of a mint green haired girl. "Anything else I can get for you?" Marion asked.

"Actually yeah, I'm looking for a boy, you wouldn't happen to have seen him around would you?" Emerald asked as she pulled out her scroll opening it to a close up of Arthur with pitch black hair and white highlights. "He's a childhood friend and I'd heard he was in Vale currently."

Leaning down to take a better look Marion's eyes widened for a moment before saying "Hmm, that looks like Arthur, though he didn't have black hair, wonder if he dyes it? Well anyways, he's a first year at Beacon, just a year earlier than my daughter. He's came in a yesterday with my daughter and her partner along with a little orphan girl who he treated like a fairy for a few hours before she went back to the orphanage, how unfortunate that it burnt down the same day, but I hear that she's safe and resting at Beacon along with Arthur." Marion said.

"The fire? I heard about that, the strange black flames that don't spread or damage whatever it's on as well as don't seem to stop burning" Emerald said.

"Oh yes, tragic thing that, apparently there was a gas explosion mixed with some type of chemical resulting in it, though, I have had numerous people in today saying the fire was an indication of the return of the god of darkness." She said "Anyways, I need to get back to work, please enjoy" and gave emerald a small bow and began to walk away.

"Good with children is he? Well, I've got just the thing" Emerald said with a wide grin as she pulled out her scroll and called Cinder, "His name is Arthur, didn't get a surname, also didn't get anything on the fire, he's good with children apparently, particularly the ones down on their luck, and he's a first year at Beacon, what do you want me to do?" she went quiet as she listened to Cinder on the other side.

"Got it, I'll call you once I've got him"
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Death seemed to follow young Arthur around wherever he went. His mother died giving birth to him, His sister a few years later. Then his father three years after. He shut himself from the world until one day he met a girl, someone unfazed by his misfortune. But even she came to the brink of death... Or did she? Follow Arthur on his adventure through the story’s contained within the library, as he traverses the 'Akashic records'
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Sister book to this where I add all the functions of the Tome and where character's profiles will be located. (Feel free to comment ideas on the different chapters)
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With a wave of tremble, the Wuling Hong Guang drove up to the sidewalk and stopped in front of the pet shop.
The door opened and Zhang Zian got off the car.　　
The chic ladies glanced at him while they passed by, then covered their noses in disgust and kept a distance from his car.　　
Despite the fact that he didn't specialize in the seafood business, he drove to the beach each day, and often took rare marine creatures, such as fish, shrimp, and crabs, back. He could not wash the containers in the car everyday, so after some time, the car inevitably smelled like fish.　　
Wang Qian and Li Kun greeted him, and carried the new marine creatures into the aquarium. They sorted them and put them into different quarantine tanks so that they could adapt to the new environment.　　
Zhang Zian walked into the shop. The cleaning job was almost done, so he didn't have much to do. He took the underwater loudspeaker battery upstairs to charge.　　
He met Old Time Tea on the stairs. He hinted Old Time Tea and asked gently, "How is it?"　　
Old Time Tea smiled gently. "Everything is under your expectations."　　
The man and the cat looked at each other and smiled.　　
"Quack! What are you talking about in secret? What are you hiding from me?" Richard had sharply sensed the unusual atmosphere while it flew by. 　　
"Right. We are discussing you behind your back––specifically plucking your feather and making you into a stew," Zhang Zian threatened. "After you become stew, the world will be quiet."　　
"Quack! My meat is old and dry––it wouldn't taste good in a stew. I suggest you pick another bird!" Richard flew away quickly.　　
Old Time Tea walked downstairs slowly for the television, while Zhang Zian headed upstairs to wash his hands. They carried a fishy smell after they were soaked in the sea. He could still feel some fine, sea salt granules after his hands were dry. 　　
As soon as he entered the bathroom, he saw Sihwa hide something in a hurry.　　
He pretended not to see it. After turning on the tap, he asked, "Why aren't you broadcasting today?"　　
Sihwa was angry and humiliated after hearing his question. "Today… I'm not in the mood today! I don't want to broadcast!"　　
"Okay. It's nice to take a day off sometimes." Zhang Zian wiped his hands, then left the bathroom.　　
"Wait a moment!" Sihwa shouted behind him.　　
"What is it?" Zhang Zian stopped.　　
"Emm… This… Emm… That…" she stuttered. Her pale face turned red because she needed his help. After stammering for a long time, she took out a book from under a towel. "I can't read. What can I do?" she asked, troubled. "I know a few Korean words, but not any Chinese words…"　　
She could play with the phone, as the phone functions were simple––as long as she remembered the icons. She could make guesses on others, or ask Zhang Zian if it was too hard to guess. However, reading a book full of Chinese characters was mission impossible to her.　　
In fact, she had learned a few Chinese words since she had arrived in China. But she had learned them mechanically; she didn't have any formal, systemic teaching.
"You must be laughing at me, aren't you? You absolutely are!" She pointed at his face in fury before Zhang Zian had even said anything. She was almost embarrassed to tears.
"I'm not laughing at you. It's normal to be illiterate. Nobody is born literate." Zhang Zian shrugged. "Otherwise, they'd be a freak."　　
After hearing his words, Sihwa's mood calmed down a little.　　
"Well… Is there anything you can do to make me literate?" she asked, lowering her head.　　
"Yes. Lend me your phone for a moment." Zhang Zian took her phone and downloaded a few early childhood education apps from the app store. They were all basic-level, but entertaining word learning apps nonetheless; he started with Pinyin, which had real people's voices. The apps were already quite developed, and the functions were complete.　　
He compared a few quickly, then left the most user-friendly one and deleted the rest.　
"Here you are. Follow this. You'll learn them soon." He gave the phone back to her.　　
"Wow! So childish!" She complained as soon as she saw the interface for young kids. "Are there any long-legged Oppas or big-boobed girls teaching the lessons?"　　
"Save it. I'd love to learn if these teachings existed!" Zhang Zian took up her book and flipped through it. The book from Old Time Tea was not suitable.　　
He returned the book to Pi, then found a few fairy tale books with pictures from his childhood book collection. Each character was marked with a Pinyin illustration.　　
"After you learn Pinyin, you can read these books. Just learn the words while reading the stories." He piled the books on the bathroom closet. "Oh, right––books are not waterproof. Dry your hands before you read them. These are books from my childhood. Most of them can't even be found these days."　　
"Books from your childhood?" Sihwa seemed skeptical. "Could there be… Any dirty content in them?"　　
"These are all fairy tales, okay?" Zhang Zian said with frustration. "What kind of person do you think I am? These are the books I read at the age of five or six. What kind of dirty content can there be?"　　
"Fairy tale books? I'm not interested… too childish." She shook her hands. "Let's get something dirty!"　　
Did this fish get contaminated by that bird? What was in her head all day?　　
"You are wrong. In fact, fairy tales are not necessarily childish," Zhang Zian said. "Even adults could interpret content differently sometimes."　　
"What do you mean? I don't understand." Sihwa grew slightly interested.　　
Zhang Zian thought about it, then made an example she could understand. "In fairy tales, you often read stories of Cinderella meeting the prince…"　　
"I know this! It happens a lot in Korean dramas, too!" Sihwa suddenly turned excited, as if she finally found someone with the same interests as her.　　
"Yes, right. That's why people often call Korean dramas 'fairy tales for adults.'" Zhang Zian suddenly changed his tone. "But have you ever given thought to the fact that, in the end of fairy tales and Korean dramas, the story stops where Cinderella marries the prince?"　　
She nodded in agreement.　　
"What about the story after?" Zhang Zian continued to ask.　　
"What story after? It's over!" She didn't understand.　　
"I mean, two people from completely different worlds… Are they really happy after marriage? The prince and Cinderella had completely different educations, family backgrounds, and growing experiences. After marrying the prince, Cinderella must have faced a truckload of royal relatives. Did they really respect and accept her? Did love really defeat all the challenges? Even if it did for a while, what happens after the passion dies out?"　　
Zhang Zian's series of questions made Sihwa astonished.　　
"The boring, everyday life of the world after marriage is never mentioned in fairy tales, nor in Korean dramas. They always end with the line that Cinderella and the prince lived happily ever after. Although they didn't mention this, you can try to imagine, then tell your audience about your thoughts in the live broadcast. Isn't this great?"　　
Sihwa was drawn in gradually. In the past, she had never used her brain to watch dramas. She either laughed or cried as the story went along. She had never thought about the questions Zhang Zian had brought up.　　
"Would the audience like to hear this?" she asked.　　
"Of course," Zhang Zian said in certainty. "You can also try to make up sequels to fairy tales and tell everyone. You have such lovely voice. I'm sure people will like it."　　
"Really? I have lovely voice?" Her confidence was already shaken from one blow after another. She was no longer as arrogant as before. 　　
"It's absolutely lovely. I'm not joking. If you don't believe me, ask the other elfins," he said, suddenly feeling that his words might have been too mean in the past. 　　
"Oh… okay. But don't lie to me…" she mumbled gently as she picked up the fairy tale books.　　
"What are these?" She browsed through the covers one by one.　　
"They are all classic fairy tales written by great writers all over the world, such as fairy tales by the Brothers Grimm, fairy tales by Hans Christian Andersen, Aesop's Fables, One Thousand and One Nights, Zhang Yuanjie's Fairy Tale Collection, etc. They'll last quite a while," Zhang Zian said, introducing them one by one.　　
"Oh." Her eyes glided through the colorful and entertaining covers. She saw a prince with a sword on a white horse, a grey wolf wearing a pajama hat, a little girl with a match stick in a snowy night, a tin man with big belly, a little duckling staring at the sky, a fox with a broken tail, an ugly toad, a mouse driving a tank… She also saw a little mermaid sitting on a rock, overlooking the sea. 　　
For some reason, the figure seemed so lonely.　　
Under an unrecognizable impulse, she opened up one of the books, even though she didn't know a single character in it.　　
"I can't read it…" she said in disappointment.　　
"It's fine. You'll understand it once you learn the characters." Zhang Zian encouraged her. "Be patient! These fairy tales may seem childish, but in fact, you can find non-childish stuff in it. As long as you read them with your whole heart, you'll surely discover something different… Then, you can share your thoughts boldly with your broadcast audience."　　
"Okay. Let me try." Sihwa looked at the fairy tale covers again. She was more eager to learn now than ever before.　　
She wanted to be able to read the fairy tales. She wanted to do what Zhang Zian described––to write sequels for the finished fairy tales. She was the only one who could do it, and who was qualified to do it.　　
She picked up her phone and entered the child education app, imitating the mouth and sound movements against the image on the screen.　　
"A… A… Bo… Bo… Ci… Ci… De… De…" she read off while peeping at Zhang Zian's facial expressions; she wanted to confirm that he was not laughing at her. She then continued reading boldly.　　
"It's fine. You can read loudly. Raise your head and straighten your back. Read every word boldly," Zhang Zian encouraged her.　　
"A… A… Bo… Bo… Ci… Ci… De… De…" she read even louder, like a baby learning to talk.　　


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level


"Run!"
Grimm yelled as he ran, attempting to put some distance between him and the Dream Watcher King.
Clomp! Clomp! Clomp! Clomp...
The Dream Watcher King's third bloody eye was already fixed on Grimm as the huge soles of his feet continued to step heavily on the ground, letting out a loud thud with every step. The weight of his strength was something to be imagined.
After a high leap, the huge palm of the enormous hideous monkey pressed down on Grimm.
Thump!
Grimm immediately activated his level 1 wild instincts transformation. From the Dream Watcher King's third eye sensory ability, he witnessed this Horrifying Creature's speed that had suddenly increased and managed to escape his attack.
"Hmph!"
But soon after, the scarlet red tongue of the Dream Watcher King pierced through Grimm's chest with the speed of lightning. The tongue curled up around Grimm skillfully as it bound Grimm.
"He he… you can't run now!"
The Dream Watcher King's scarlet red tongue seemed to be like Grimm's green python thread. It had the special effects of a bondage seal within it. Grimm could not escape the scarlet red tongue's bondage no matter how hard he struggled.
Following that, Grimm was held tightly in the giant hand filled with red hair.
"I've told you, I am gonna bury you under my castle, till the end of the Nightmare World."
Ten years had passed, yet the anger and hatred in the Dream Watcher King's eyes did not decrease in the slightest. The Horrifying Creatures in the Nightmare World might not be able to be completely killed while in the Nightmare World, but a repression and imprisonment equivalent to death could take place.
The most common repression method being used was the burial repression method.
Struggling yet being unable to free himself from the giant hand, Grimm was encircled by an odd red fluff whirlwind. The whirlwind seemed like it was about to wrap Grimm in a giant cocoon and seal him within it.
In his despair, Grimm looked up to the sky. Suddenly, a hint of joy flickered in his eyes beneath the Mask of Truth.
Flap flap flap flap...
The Tricolor Fairies that Grimm had waited for everyday appeared in groups in the sky. There were about a couple hundred of them. The Dream Watcher King raised his head as well, his third eye still.
"Fairies of the Sorcerer fairytale!"
Naturally, the Tricolor Fairies noticed the Dream Watcher King. In the eyes of the tiny fairies, the thirty meter tall figure that was emanating nightmare energy seemed like a torch in the night sky, so dazzling and bright.
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
Suddenly the palm-sized tiny fairies, each hugging a baby tooth, lit the teeth they were holding which then started burning. It was as if the teeth had given them unbelievable strength. The transparent wings behind the Tricolor Fairies started to grow bigger and bigger, becoming seven to eight meters big in just the blink of an eye.
Every pair of wings on the Tricolor Fairies seemed like a pair of crystal clear, closed eyes of a dreaming human child.
These huge clear eyes swooped down from the sky and flew toward the Dream Watcher King.
"No!"
Although the Dream Watcher King dispelled some of the Tricolor Fairies away in his testy attacks, an even greater number of Tricolor Fairies fluttered their wings and slammed into the Dream Watcher King's body.
And from these wings, Grimm felt a pure bliss of strength.
Fear toward nightmares derived from the emotional instincts of humans as they believed that invincible, horrifying and scary creatures exist, giving room for the Horrifying Creatures of the Nightmare World to live.
As for the desire humans had toward the fairytale world, they were only possessed by a pair of uncorrupted and clear eyes in a child during childhood.
At that period of time, everyday was filled with happiness, not having a single worry in the world and believing that even though dark evil monsters existed in the world, they would be protected by the bright fairy tales that were told. They believed that they would experience a blissful and colorful life like the protagonists of the world, under the company and protection of their moms and dads.
It was exactly because these children believed in the Tooth Fairy that the horrors of the Nightmare World had slightly dissipated. With that came the birth of the Tricolor Fairies that protected the Nightmare World of humans, thus the fairytale law came into existence.
The Dream Watcher King was riddled with gaping wounds by the Tricolor Fairies of the fairytale law. Moments later, a blur appeared on the Dream Watcher King's body as he completed a respawn from his immortality.
Hmm?
This feeling...
Although all the creatures in the Nightmare World were existences of immortality yet it did not mean that they were limitless.
Even though death was avoidable when one was as strong as the Dreadlord, the great amount of Fright Energy collected to build the Dreadlord's strong body may be dispelled during death.
The weaker Horrifying Creatures in the Nightmare World might be repressed and bound by stronger nightmare creatures, which was a process equivalent to death.
Due to the fact that Grimm had the Lamp of Awakening with him and the Principle Will of the Sorcerers World, his body had solidified. The Dream Watcher King who had his special abilities could still see Grimm but the Tricolor Fairies were unable to. Therefore, they did not attack Grimm.
At that moment, Grimm could feel clearly that his body as a Horrifying Creature had absorbed a special energy.
This energy seemed like a part of the Fright Energy that was dispersed from the Dream Watcher King as he was attacked by the Tricolor Fairies and forced to respawn.
"Ah! How dare you take away my power… how dare you..."
As the Fright Energy was being collected in Grimm's body, Grimm could feel his physique and strength growing at an unbelievable rate. It was almost an immediate effect, which did not conform to the laws of the Sorcerers World.
But this was a Spectral World after all!
The formation of the Nightmare World was due to the laws of dreams while the determining factor of the nightmare creature's strength was not flesh, energy, mental will, laws nor any other factors of the Endless World.
Right here, fright was the true source of strength for nightmare creatures.
"Perhaps, I've found another way to go back to the real world besides searching for Adjudication Staff Stigmata Sorcerer!"
A light of joy lit up in Grimm's eyes!
Although Grimm did not know exactly what that way was, but since that Nightmare Mist Dreadlord wanted to use Grimm's body to gain a rebirth, would that not mean that he knew the way to send Grimm back to the real world?
What if...
What if Grimm collected enough Fright Energy to make him a new Dreadlord in the Nightmare World? If he were to try to defeat the Nightmare Mist Dreadlord later on, would that not let him find the way to leave like he wanted?
This way might be a whimsical one, but it was one worth a shot!
When that time came, if Grimm did not succeed, at least he would become stronger. From that, he would be able to escape from the Dreadlord servants and have more chances to find Adjudication Staff Stigmata Sorcerer.
In a distance, as the Dream Watcher King continued to respawn, his Fright Energy continued to dissipate. The number of Tricolor Fairies continued to decrease as well. Grimm did not dare to keep collecting the Dream Watcher King's Fright Energy as he turned back and ran toward a human village from his memory.
That place was even more protected by the Tricolor Fairies of the fairytale law, it could become Grimm's temporary safe haven.


"Grant me infinite knowledge, and I shall be as a fulcrum, to move the endless world!"
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Sorcerer Continent—a world where sorcerers exist. Wielders of arcane knowledge. Masters of all elements. Sovereigns of space and time. These sorcerers governed the world with their unrivaled prowess. One day, a young man awakened into this world with his past forgotten and no place to call home. Follow along as Grimm, by relying on his luck and wit, tries to survive and advance in this unforgiving world. Entangled within the machinations of fate, political schemes, power struggles, and wars, he forges his own path and creates a place for himself.

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