this is a collection of some of my poems. some of the poems are about love, life, unrequited love, sorrow, loneliness, and more. I hope you can enjoy of my collection of poems and I hope I can transmit the emotions that the poems are supposed to give.

Just some poems I wrote because poems help us heal. And vent.

The Book of Poems... But Instead Called Poems of Blossom
Brought to you by and written by a thirteen year old...
Be prepared to be surprised and...
Yes this is a book full of poems.

A book of poems that I made for fun. Each poem is different so if you dislike one then just know there are many different types. The newest poems are better then the older poems.

After the Norman conquest of England in 1066, the written form of the Anglo-Saxon language became less common. Under the influence of the new aristocracy, French became the standard language of courts, parliament, and polite society. As the invaders integrated, their language and literature mingled with that of the natives, and the Norman dialects of the ruling classes became Anglo-Norman. From then until the 12th century, Anglo-Saxon underwent a gradual transition into Middle English. Political power was no longer in English hands, so that the West Saxon literary language had no more influence than any other dialect and Middle English literature was written in the many dialects that corresponded to the region, history, culture, and background of individual writers.[19]

In this period religious literature continued to enjoy popularity and Hagiographies were written, adapted and translated: for example, The Life of Saint Audrey, Eadmer's (c. 1060 – c. 1126).[20] At the end of the 12th century, Layamon in Brut adapted the Norman-French of Wace to produce the first English-language work to present the legends of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table.[21] It was also the first historiography written in English since the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle.


Middle English Bible translations, notably Wycliffe's Bible, helped to establish English as a literary language. Wycliffe's Bible is the name now given to a group of Bible translations into Middle English that were made under the direction of, or at the instigation of, John Wycliffe. They appeared between about 1382 and 1395.[22] These Bible translations were the chief inspiration and cause of the Lollard movement, a pre-Reformation movement that rejected many of the teachings of the Roman Catholic Church.

Another literary genre, that of Romances, appears in English from the 13th century, with King Horn and Havelock the Dane, based on Anglo-Norman originals such as the Romance of Horn (ca. 1170),[23] but it was in the 14th century that major writers in English first appeared. These were William Langland, Geoffrey Chaucer and the so-called Pearl Poet, whose most famous work is Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.[24]

Langland's Piers Plowman (written ca. 1360–87) or Visio Willelmi de Petro Plowman (William's Vision of Piers Plowman) is a Middle English allegoricalnarrative poem, written in unrhymed alliterative verse.[25]

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight is a late 14th-century Middle English alliterative romance. It is one of the better-known Arthurian stories of an established type known as the "beheading game". Developing from Welsh, Irish and English tradition, Sir Gawain highlights the importance of honour and chivalry. Preserved in the same manuscript with Sir Gawayne were three other poems, now generally accepted as the work of the same author, including an intricate elegiac poem, Pearl.[26] The English dialect of these poems from the Midlands is markedly different from that of the London-based Chaucer and, though influenced by French in the scenes at court in Sir Gawain, there are in the poems also many dialect words, often of Scandinavian origin, that belonged to northwest England.[26]


Middle English lasted until the 1470s, when the Chancery Standard, a London-based form of English, became widespread and the printing press started to standardise the language. Chaucer is best known today for The Canterbury Tales. This is a collection of stories written in Middle English (mostly in verse although some are in prose), that are presented as part of a story-telling contest by a group of pilgrims as they travel together from Southwark to the shrine of St Thomas Becket at Canterbury Cathedral. Chaucer is a significant figure in the development of the legitimacy of the vernacular, Middle English, at a time when the dominant literary languages in England were still French and Latin.

At this time, literature in England was being written in various languages, including Latin, Norman-French, and English: the multilingual nature of the audience for literature in the 14th century is illustrated by the example of John Gower (c. 1330 – October 1408). A contemporary of William Langland and a personal friend of Chaucer, Gower is remembered primarily for three major works: the Mirroir de l'Omme, Vox Clamantis, and Confessio Amantis, three long poems written in Anglo-Norman, Latin and Middle English respectively, which are united by common moral and political themes.[27]

Significant religious works were also created in the 14th century, including those of Julian of Norwich (ca. 1342 – ca. 1416) and Richard Rolle. Julian's Revelations of Divine Love (about 1393) is believed to be the first published book written by a woman in the English language.[28]

A major work from the 15th century is Le Morte d'Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory, which was printed by Caxton in 1485.[29]This is a compilation of some French and English Arthurian romances, and was among the earliest books printed in England. It was popular and influential in the later revival of interest in the Arthurian legends.[30]

Medieval theatre

In the Middle Ages, drama in the vernacular languages of Europe may have emerged from enactments of the liturgy. Mystery plays were presented in the porches of cathedrals or by strolling players on feast days. Miracle and mystery plays, along with morality plays(or "interludes"), later evolved into more elaborate forms of drama, such as was seen on the Elizabethan stages. Another form of medieval theatre was the mummers' plays, a form of early street theatre associated with the Morris dance, concentrating on themes such as Saint George and the Dragon and Robin Hood. These were folk tales re-telling old stories, and the actors travelled from town to town performing these for their audiences in return for money and hospitality.[31]

Mystery plays and miracle plays are among the earliest formally developed plays in medieval Europe. Medieval mystery plays focused on the representation of Bible stories in churches as tableaux with accompanying antiphonal song. They developed from the 10th to the 16th century, reaching the height of their popularity in the 15th century before being rendered obsolete by the rise of professional theatre.[32]


19th century engraving of a performance from the Chester mystery play cycle.

There are four complete or nearly complete extant English biblical collections of plays from the late medieval period. The most complete is the York cycle of 48 pageants. They were performed in the city of York, from the middle of the 14th century until 1569.[33] Besides the Middle English drama, there are three surviving plays in Cornish known as the Ordinalia.[34]

Having grown out of the religiously based mystery plays of the Middle Ages, the morality play is a genre of medieval and early Tudor theatrical entertainment, which represented a shift towards a more secular base for European theatre.[35] Morality plays are a type of allegory in which the protagonist is met by personifications of various moralattributes who try to prompt him to choose a godly life over one of evil. The plays were most popular in Europe during the 15th and 16th centuries.[36]

The Somonyng of Everyman (The Summoning of Everyman) (c. 1509 – 1519), usually referred to simply as Everyman, is a late 15th-century English morality play. Like John Bunyan's allegory Pilgrim's Progress (1678), Everyman examines the question of Christian salvation through the use of allegorical characters.[

this is made for the purpose of getting the authors badge  at any rate I'll just compile world literature

When Lu Xiaoyu heard Lu Shu talk, she rolled her eyes. She knew that Lu Shu had spent a lot of time on his plan to brainwash them. At first, Lu Xiaoyu had thought that he wanted to carry out multi-level marketing. Later on, she found out that Lu Shu had no intentions of doing so. 
According to Lu Shu, if their business spread too far, the aristocrats might be alerted and they might be surrounded. This could possibly endanger them. After all, they were not strong enough. Thus, they could not be too open. 
Lu Xiaoyu then watched as Lu Shu started to brainwash the traveling businessmen. These businessmen were elites. When they had first started, they had done business as well. Who would believe such a trick? They just looked at the profits in front of them and resisted. 
But Lu Shu did not want to trick them. He purely wanted them to be more enthusiastic in selling soap.
When the traveling business realized that this was not a scam, they started to listen to Lu Shu attentively.
At first, Lu Shu had thought that this was very simple. But when he actually carried it out, it was not easy…
It was definitely not easy doing any kind of business. Over the last two days, Lu Shu had to remember the reactions of every single businessman, as well as emotions that showed in their eyes when they heard something… 
At night, when Lu Shu was taking down notes, Lu Xiaoyu lay down beside him and quietly watched. There were times when she felt that days like these were not bad.
For some reason, without Lu Shu beside her, she was always filled with explosive anger and murderous intent. If Lu Shu was by her side, she would be able to calm down.
It was as if an ocean wave had come into contact with the Dinghai Shenzhen[1]. The ocean was still an ocean, but one's feelings were different.
The next day, Lu Shu started to teach them. "How do you do your business? Do you open your doors and wait for customers to come? Do you believe that good wine needs no bush? Let me tell all of you. Good wine still needs a bush!"
That day, Lu Shu and Lu Xiaoyu led a group of traveling businessmen down the mountain to the city. Ye Xiaoming was amazed that they actually dared to enter the palace. But when he thought of their power, he did not dare to act rashly.
There was a meeting among scholars of the King's Studies that day. Lu Shu did not slack off. Recently, he often visited Yun An City to send soap to the scholars. Thus, they had to invite the Azure Dragon Village to their meeting today.
Everyone knew that the Azure Dragon Village would not come. Thus, they did not expect them to actually attend.
But when the Azure Dragon Village arrived, the scholars were shocked… that was the representative of the New King's Studies, right?! 
When the traveling businessmen behind Lu Shu heard the praises from the scholars, they were dumbfounded. How did the new Great Lord of the Azure Dragon Village become an outstanding representative of the New King's Studies?!
Someone asked softly, "What new theories has he proposed?"
The traveling businessmen liked to pose as lovers of culture as well. There were many classic poems in the King's Studies. It was a trend to drink alcohol and ponder about poems!
Someone else said softly, "He said that 'Yi Shanjin' could be the name of a person…"
The traveling businessmen gasped in shock! This?!
Suddenly, one of the scholars smiled at Lu Shu. "Do you have any insights today? We will be inspecting three poems by the King of Gods…"
Lu Shu looked at the thread-bound book in his hands. He shook his head and smiled. "You are far too disrespectful to the King of Gods. Before you read his poems, even if you don't take a shower and change your clothes, at least wash your hands. The poems would be stained if you did not do so, right?"
As he spoke, the Bishop had brought a bucket of water. Lu Xiaoyu obediently passed Lu Shu a bar of crystal clear soap. The scholars watched as Lu Shu used the soap to wash his hands before he carefully flipped open the collection of poems.
When the scholars saw Lu Shu's serious expression, they were stunned. They did not know that there were such practices when reading poems written by the King of Gods.
Everyone looked at Lu Shu's clean fingers, then looked at the clear bar of soap. It felt like a ceremony…
The traveling businessmen looked at one another helplessly. They remembered what Great Lord Lu had said to them during their lesson yesterday. "Sales is not just selling items. When you sell something, not only do you have to entrust the object with its basic function, but also give it significance!"
Lu Shu immediately continued. "How do you give it meaning? Make it feel like a ceremony? Let me ask you, what does this mean? This means to give something that is insignificant significance…"
Now, a simple cheap trick by Lu Shu had become the basics of ceremonies in the King's Studies. Before one read the king's poems, they had to wash their hands with soap from Azure Dragon Village…
How mysterious! The traveling businessmen had their horizons widened. After two days of brainwashing, they still doubted the Azure Dragon Village. But Lu Shu's action gained their respect and admiration.
As Lu Shu flipped through the poems, he casually said, "Typically hand washing cannot completely clean your hands. You must use soap. If you flip through the king's poems with dirty hands, you are being disrespectful to the old King of Gods…"
The scholars and traveling businessmen almost vomited blood. How shameless!
Although the new King of Gods had taken over the throne, he had never rejected any of the old King of Gods' contributions. Thus, the people in this world still continued to respect the old King of Gods. Some of the King's Studies scholars were extremely passionate.
But with Lu Shu's actions, if someone looked through the king's poems without washing their hands with soap, they would be disrespecting the old King of Gods…
Although the scholars felt that it was somewhat nonsensical, but… it suddenly felt very important. It was very elegant!
In reality, Lu Shu knew that some things were held in high regard precisely because they were involved in ceremonies. He had just linked the ceremony with soap for the scholars…
The traveling businessmen felt that this personal experience was a classic. They had never seen this before!
Lu Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at the side. She silently said, "How terribly shameless."
Four days later, the traveling businessmen left. They had all come from afar with the intention to earn money, but left with a devout passion. It was not that they had been brainwashed. It was just that when everyone realized how fashionable the king's poems were, a ceremony would allow them to earn money!
This was similar to some religious organizations that needed products like joss sticks. Their business was flourishing!
After that, the saying that one had to wash their hands with soap before reading the king's poems or it would be disrespectful to the old King of Gods spread like a virus. The traveling businessmen repeated Lu Shu's actions in a frenzy…
They marketed their products in a frenzied manner in order to earn money. It was also a subversion of ceremonies in the King's Studies. If scholars of the King's Studies did not bring a bar of soap with them, they did not have the courage to say that they were out on a meeting…
Lu Shu stood on the wall around the Azure Dragon Village and looked at the mountains in the distance. There were too many cases like these on Earth. Diamonds were a global scam in the name of love.
Far too many people have been scammed and kidnapped in that era. But no one was willing to wake up to reality, as there was joy in this. 
The current King's Studies was also the same. Lu Shu had given them a way to increase their importance.
[1] a weapon found in the novel Journey to the West


Magical energy has come to this world; Lu Shu could only stare as one powerhouse after another appear.

Looking at his own peculiar ability, he exhaled a breath of cold air.

Dog balls!

...

This is a story of how Lu Shu used poisonous chicken soup to become the Demon King

Translator Synopsis:

This is the story of an orphan, Lu Shu. He is not any regular orphan, but a metahuman experiencing the changes in himself, his country and the world during the dawn of the magical era. Watch as Lu Shu embarks on a journey to hone his peculiar abilities together with his sister, the adorable and charismatic Lu Xiaoyu. Along the way, they’ll encounter supernatural events, obstacles and even the most powerful people in their country. How will Lu Shu make the best of his abilities and oust his never-ending list of rivals and opponents?

"A transmigrator should at least try to invent something like glass in order to get rich. They should try to plagiarize some poems to become an epic poet in the new world. Or, at the very least, they should plagiarize some novels and become a literary great master in the new world."
Back in the day, maybe because I wanted to improve my financial condition, or maybe it was my way of being sardonic towards this strange fate, I really did try to do some things that I felt a transmigrator should do.
However, it was proved that some things worked only in stories meant only for fun. Those ideas weren't reliable at all in real life.
Indeed, Eich's technology was only at a primitive Middle Ages level compared to my original world. However, Eich had magic and alchemy. Engineering here didn't seem very scientific at all, but it was more than enough to deal with daily necessities of life.
I tried my very best to create something similar to glass, only to be informed that alchemists had invented something of much higher quality more than 1,000 years ago, which gave me a severe impact.
As for charcoal, binoculars, how to create salt, how to smelt iron, concrete, soap, and other such inventions or knowledge which would be great to have in a different world… I had studied law as my major, so I had long since forgotten all my classes on chemistry and physics. It would be far too much to expect that I could even remember the formulas.
Sometimes, I felt it really was quite strange how transmigrators in other novels had managed to remember such information. Even if you were an engineer, you wouldn't remember the most basic and useless knowledge, would you? I brushed my teeth every day in my original world, but I didn't know how to create toothpaste. Would you remember to bring a periodic table of the elements and formulas on how to create useful goods with you when you transmigrated?
As for writing poems? That was even more unreliable. Not only was the language in this world different, the poems were in a completely different style.
The only usable idea was to plagiarize stories from Earth, which would be quite useful for making some money when you were poor… Fine, I admit that my income was only part of the reason, and that the main reason was because of my own interests and wanting to bring something to this world since I had happened to transmigrate.
Perhaps I should have been grateful that I was Chinese in my past life as China was probably one of the least religious nations on Earth. Yet, the Chinese also had their own beliefs.
The Chinese believed in respecting their ancestors and cultural inheritance. The Confucian school of thought believed in morals, law, that the heavens were watching, and that good would be rewarded while evil would be punished. These beliefs weren't about worshipping any specific God, but they also made a complete belief system of their own.
That was why it was impossible for me to truly be a devout worshipper of the God of Holy Light after transmigration as I hadn't been religious in my past life. No, I should instead say that I couldn't possibly be the same as natives of Eich in trusting my body, future, and soul to anyone else, even if that existence was a venerated God.
Even when I was being called the "Child of Holy Light", I still only maintained a certain amount of respect for the God of Holy Light, just like I would with an elder. To the me that just transmigrated to Eich, the God of Holy Light was merely a hero whose grand accomplishments I had heard of rather than a God I worshipped.
Karolan, the God of Holy Light. His birthdate was unknown. He was a grand existence who had dedicated himself to the salvation of all humanity. He had fought for the sake of the entire human species' safety.
Karolan had started with the basic Concept of Light and searched until he managed to discover Holy Light, which had the ability to dispel Chaos.
However, Karolan then ascended to become the God of Holy Light, taking Holy Light with him to the heavens and far away from the mortal plane, making it so that all who wanted the power of Holy Light would have to worship him in order to obtain it.
I praised Karolan's grand accomplishments and sacrifice, but was unable to agree with his final decision at all.
Worship was the farthest distance possible from the truth. Once someone ascended to Godhood and was treated as divine, then they would no longer be able to change. In that case, the practicality and functions would both greatly decrease.
"It's as you all guessed. Holy Light is just another type of energy or element."
I smiled as I exposed the true nature of Holy Light to all the archmages around me.
Perhaps others had suspected the same thing in the past. However, anyone who said such a thing would either be treated as insane or executed by the Holy Church. Anyone who attempted such experiments in secret and managed to escape from the Holy Church and the world's notice had failed to obtain any convincing results.
However, I was different.
Holy Light was indeed a type of energy and element. However, Holy Light was an incredibly unique element as it was artificially created rather than a natural one. Using normal elemental theory to try and control Holy Light wouldn't possibly work at all.
Praying to the God of Holy Light was about establishing a connection to his divine power server.
Paying mana and energy was the equivalent of paying the necessary cost to maintain an internet connection.
The God of Holy Light granting his power was the equivalent of your delivery arriving… erm, I meant the successful summoning of Holy Light.
No wonder the God of Holy Light was so powerful. He had basically monopolized an entire industry as he had total control of giving all Holy Light users the power of Holy Light. This was also why the God of Holy Light had managed to strip Estrada of the ability to use Holy Light back in the plains of Bardi. It was the equivalent of a player getting his game account banned on the game server.
In a normal situation, this would have been fine.
However, the God of Holy Light had already lost his sense of self. It would be impossible for him to be flexible or compromise. Thus, Holy Light would also stop changing in even the slightest, and if anything unexpected happened to the God of Holy Light… Maybe that sounded ridiculous, but this was indeed highly likely according to my calculations.
If the divine power server stopped working, then all user accounts would lose their connections… That would mean that all Holy Light users would lose the power to use Holy Light!
This was something incredibly scary to even consider. It would have been barely tolerable if monopolization had only affected everyone's progress with Holy Light, but monopolization also meant that Holy Light would be finished if anything happened to the God of Holy Light. That was really unacceptable.
"It's not impossible to summon Holy Light using magic. It requires a special secret technique to do so, which I've written down in this book. This book will be published next month… no, wait, in order to avoid trouble (from the Holy Church), I think I'll start selling it tomorrow. If you're unable to instantly summon Holy Light, please familiarize yourself with the Southern Sect's teachings on the pure Holy Light. If you still can't understand, we also have a spare Holy Light divine power server, and you can use the old method by calling out to Estrada, the Holy Light Pillar God of Hell. Yep, the Estrada that you're thinking of, my teacher who's now a Hell God."
I gave out all this information to the archmages and higher-ups of other countries. Two old priests immediately fainted on the spot, while everyone else looked at me as if I was insane.
"You really are insane. Even if this is all true, you're making a complete break from the Holy Church at this time?"
However, I laughed because this timing was exactly what I wanted.
After I made the "traitors' alliance" with the Holy Church, the Holy Church had suffered a great blow to their reputation and influence due to having abandoned San Antonio. It could be said that the Holy Church's reputation was currently at its lowest point in all of history, so of course I should take revenge at this time by spreading salt on their wound… er, I meant that the Holy Church was my most ironclad ally!
That was right, we were allies, and we had agreed that I wouldn't give the Holy Church any trouble over the matter of San Antonio, which I indeed wasn't doing. All I had done was exhibit my personal research result, which was just slightly different from the Holy Church's academic definition of Holy Light, and perhaps it would slightly affect religion.
"…Aren't religious differences the #1 cause of wars and death in history?"
If this had been some other time, I would have been worried that the Holy Church would give me trouble, but currently the Holy Church was busy extricating itself from San Antonio. Even if the Holy Church noticed what I just did, they would probably just pretend to have seen nothing, although they would then pay me back afterwards… Still, I was already accustomed to this as this had always been our typical allied relationship of mutual backstabbing.
My attack against the Holy Church's teachings here was quite a vicious one. Still, it wouldn't shake the Holy Church's foundation within a short amount of time, since most of the Holy Church's believers were commoners, and they definitely wouldn't be able to accept a new religious teaching about the Holy Light so quickly.
But as long as my revelation about Holy Light started spreading everywhere, it would become impossible for the Holy Church to stop this.
Rather than backstabbing the Holy Church, this truly was pouring salt on their wounds.
Although this was rather underhanded, this would be extremely beneficial to the entire world.
It wasn't that the Holy Church losing religious authority was a good thing, but rather that this would simply improve Holy Light in a technological manner. Having to pray like a priest in order to summon Holy Light was far too wasteful and extravagant when every single bit of combat strength was extremely necessary in this Holy War.
"These are the Holy Light magic spells that I've invented. Yep, that's right, Holy Light can be categorized as a magic system of its own. Mages are capable of studying and controlling Holy Light magic."
According to the Holy Church's teachings, it was impossible for mages to directly control Holy Light. However, it was indeed possible for others to use pure Holy Light. The most obvious evidence of this was how the Southern Sect's priests and Holy Knights didn't have any direct connection whatsoever with the God of Holy Light.
I had also organized the Southern Sect's research results about pure Holy Light to create all of these Holy Light magic spells.
This seemingly thick book that I handed out only contained three Holy Light magic spells' formulas and principles, but they included all of the most fundamental principles and applications.
The first spell was Holy Light Arrow, which was a simple Holy Light magic attack.
The second spell was Holy Light Shield, which could enchant any armor or shield with a layer of Holy Light.
The third spell was Weak Holy Light Healing, which required no explanation, as it was simply a healing spell.
Although these spells were really simple, they provided a direction to the research of Holy Light and its practical applications. This book actually contained a brand-new branch of magic. It was quite amusing to imagine Holy Light specialty archmages appearing in the future.
"Amusing? Don't you mean scary?"
The archmages were no idiots. They all realized what this meant after their temporary shock wore off.
Meanwhile, anyone that I looked at would avert their gaze from me or even shamelessly turn around, or pretend that they were suddenly interested in the ants on the ground.
These seemed like just some basic magic spells, but the archmages researching them would be capable of creating an entire new magic school just by modifying the current three Holy Light magic spells and borrowing from formulas in other types of magic. It really would be quite simple to make several dozen more Holy Light magic spells.
Mages would consider it great glory and wouldn't be able to stop their own curiosity from developing new magic spells. However, the prerequisite for this was that they could survive the Holy Church's enmity.
"Useless men."
Amala from the Star Revelation mage organization used a long-range spell to catch my book and carefully place it in her mage robe as she made such a remark with displeasure.
I heaved a sigh of relief as Star Revelation was one of the most powerful mage organizations in the Cloud Tower.
The mages wouldn't be able to suppress their greed for new knowledge. Once Holy Light became a magic school of its own, then not only would it be advantageous against undead and demons, countless new mages of the future would choose to study Holy Light magic for the sake of the always necessary healing magic.
After that, alchemy and engineering would also get involved as they were deeply connected with modern magic as well. Holy Light explosives, Holy Light mechas, and so on were quite cool to even imagine.
The inventions wouldn't stop after the tide began. The pressure of the Holy War would only cause new inventions to arrive even quicker.
If Olivia's Magic Box counted as the first industrial revolution in this generation, then my rather small booklet on Holy Light magic would likely cause a second industrial revolution and give Holy Light a brand-new definition.
I wouldn't have known when I could finally show the world this Holy Light magic book of mine if it weren't for the Holy Church suffering so much in San Antonio.
"I can finally tell Estrada…"
I sighed and rubbed my hands together while feeling like my heart was much lighter for some reason.
In the end, all of this had been thanks to Estrada becoming the Hell Pillar God of Holy Light so that Holy Light could finally have a new private server which would finally allow this to be possible.
"Holy Light requires salvation, which is why Estrada had to…"
I couldn't help but suddenly recall the countless sighs of Holy Knights upon this land as they were abandoned by the God that they had believed in when they finally chose to believe in the path they chose in their hearts.
"Holy Light should be used for protection."


This is the story of a crazy lich who possesses an internal game system and brings catastrophe to the entire world.
“Let’s look at the daily quests today… it’s the damned choose one-of-two-options-type again. Destroy a town with a population of 30,000 people or above; reward: 10,000 evil points. Steal lollipops from 3 children; reward: 1 evil point. If neither of the quests is completed, then 2 points will be deducted.”
“Tsk! You think I’m stupid? If I really destroyed a town, a crusade of Myth-ranked Holy Knights would definitely come hunting me down. Even if I earned the points, there wouldn’t be any life left in me to spend them. I better just go be a kindly lollipop bandit.”
I’ve already had enough of being a notorious lich. Who says a lich can’t be a good person? I’m definitely going to beat this damned system and be an upright and dignified good man.

The Kaiser invited us to his study room where he showed us his family portraits, or rather, half of the entire world's royal dynasties. 

My paternal grandmother Dagmar is the sister of the British King George V, making him a first cousin of both my mama and papa. That's also the reason why they look exactly the same that even the old Queen Victoria got confused when she saw them on the same room. 

Papa and King George were extremely close. They wrote letters and poems for each other calling their bond as indestructible and often professing their admiration on each other. 

They also shared the same values and characters. Both were uninterested with politics, reserved, unworldly and deeply religious. 

But George have Mary. An obedient, sensible and very cautious wife with unwavering devotion to the throne and to her King. Papa on the other hand had a domineering, hysterical, vain and hotheaded wife who never took " no" for an answer. 

In the end, George managed to save his kingdom and abandoned papa's call for help. 

Had he helped us, my family would still be here. But he turned his back on us.. the Kaiser didn't. 

Kaiser Wilhelm pledged his support to me and to the new Tsar, Alexei. He said he would help us in whatever decision we made and he would not interfere with our wishes. He offered us one of his palaces if we choose to stay in Germany but if we wanted to leave and go somewhere else, he said he would provide us with financial assistance as well as personal guards and soldiers to protect us from our enemies. 

But there was one thing that he couldn't do.. He could not help us to restore the monarchy in Russia because he had just lost the war and the mood of his army and the entire German population were at the lowest making it impossible for him to declare another battle, especially against another country. 

I had something in mind. I told him that my brother and I will go to England to meet the man responsible for the death of my family... to meet King George V..

In the early hours of July 17 1918, the leader of the secret police knocked on our doors and told us to dress up then go to the basement. 

“ Another family portrait” My sister Tatiana said. 

I knew something wrong was about to happen but Papa was hopeful and ecstatic. “ We are going to be rescued. Our supporters and loyalists are on their way!” He said with a glimmer of relief on his tired and broken face.

At the basement, one of the guards held a piece of paper and he read it loud in front of us. 

None of us saw it coming.. 

It was an order from the Bolsheviks sentencing us, the Romanov Imperial Family to death by execution at that same moment. 

Then there were gunshots everywhere... We were being murdered right then and there. 

More gunshots followed until the loud screams were no more.. And silence followed

Their Majesties Tsar Nicholas ll and Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna, Emperor and Empress of all Russia, died in an instant. They were my Papa and Mama. 

My sisters, the 3 Grandducchess’ Olga, Tatiana and Anastasia were wounded but still breathing..

And Alexei.. the Tsarevich, heir to the throne, my brother, the future head of the Romanov Dynasty that ruled Russia for almost 500 years.. 








Long live the Romanovs!

This year is my 9th grade. Whatever happened to me back then, is magical. Even just within those 10 months, I felt that it will be the best thing that had happen to me. Yes, there were also some things that I regret till today, I still believe that those moments are the best and worth keeping.

I know. deep inside me I still hold on to my feelings for him. It is buried deep inside my heart, but that doesn't keep me from having fun and experience different kinds of things. Yeah, I admit, I caught some feeling among my friends. I don't know, them being and sometimes acting like an anime characters makes me fall for them. 

This year, my longest dream to become the class president come true. Can you blame me, I think that I was born to become a leader. But it is never my dream to run a country or so, just want to become a leader in some ways, and I love doing it, it makes me happy. Although sometimes I wanted other people to acknowledge my efforts. I needed the encouragement from them to keep me going.   

I don't know how, but I sometimes develop anxiety after what happened to me. I don't know if it was supposed to call it that way. I experience a countless of sleepless nights. Crying myself to sleep I also experience mood changes, that sometimes I became sad in a snap. My friends sometimes caught me looking at nothing like my mind is wandering somewhere. I don't know when did it start. But when I notice the changes in my behavior. I kept myself busy, I reduce my time for study and put some time on the things that I actually love. I joined the COLC club, it is the second-highest organization in school and a religious club. We handle the activities regarding or in-lined with religious things, like the month of the holy rosary, the school visit of every catholic school, helping out to the church, and many more that I can't even mention. I kept devoted to my club and also a good way to use my time rather than spacing out and making myself think of something not appropriate. I also do the duties of a class president, its hard doing things at the same time but it helps me in the process. At night, with my minimize time schedule for studying, I used all my remaining time in drawing and designing, I also started a scrapbook where all my poems and feeling where written. It helps me organize things and reflect to make a good change the next day. Although sometimes when going to sleep, my mind is still thinking things that actually made me sad. And I still have some rough nights. 

I thought that this will be my life for the whole school year, but I was wrong. Alex help me find some brightness this year. He made me feel that I can still like someone. 
It was break time, and just as expected, the canteen is crowded, thing I brought my snack with e today. The worst thing that I don't like to happen to me during the break is to go to that crowded place, they're like fighting for survival. I open my knick-knack snack and my juice, but even before I could get my first food, my friends starting to gather unto me.
"Can I have some?" and yep one by one, my friends ask for some, and to the fact that I have so many friends. I just laugh at the idea that there's is nothing left for me. Yeah, they literally finish it all. My mind is crying like hell, my snack. I just looked at my juice and my head is saying, at least I have you. 

"Here, you can have this" I looked at Alex, he also got some from my snack, it was a piece of knick-knack. He offered it to me with his looking a little embarrassed.
"Huh?" that is all I can say. But what he just said made my heart beat faster. 
"I noticed that you got nothing left, here take it" He made me so happy that day. What he did made me realize that at least, just one person notices me. Ever since or maybe for as long as I can remember, I think about others more than myself. Especially to my friends. Id make sure that they will be happy about it. I don't know they were just so special to me, that I wouldn't want to trade them with anything. 

I smile back at Alex. That day, he became a very special person in my life 
"We can share it" He smiled at me, and he did break the snack in half. And we both have our share. It was just so little but it could fill my hunger. After that I went back to my seat, thinking about it the whole day. I smile at myself thinking, at least I have something to look forward to every day.  

There is nothing can compared to first love. If there is, then I must have been fooling myself for 7 years. After all this years and everything that had happen, you still live here with me. How can I undo everything? How can I delete those little time, when those days that i can count with my fingers is worth 7 years of my life, and still counting. PS. When a story has been told, it will be forever written in their memories, just as how this story will retain on me for the rest of my life. My life as a high school student and up until now, will be written in here. Because I know that one day when I came back, it'll be worth re-reading.

Wilson Ignis was just an ordinary guy, albeit he did have ADHD and Dyslexia. However, he had know idea how his life would change, and how he became a legendary figure in both a mortal and mythological standpoint.

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