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 ~*Dragonic soul, Chapter 18: Backtracking*~ “Come now, no need to be so hostile.” Akarus said. “We could all leave here without anyone getting hurt...” His eyes glanced over at the girl he had ended with his own claws. “Er...Except that one.” “You’ve got about as much sympathy as Val’kun, don’t ya?” Draco asked rhetorically. His companions looked at him with slight confusion; he looked back at them. “...What?” He had assumed the others knew about the tyrannical dragon that once ruled over all dragons, which was apparently not the case. “Oh my...So not a

 ~*Dragonic soul, Chapter 17: Royal tension*~ The Lightsworn land held an air of peace during the time that chaos took hold in the Firesworn capital. A meeting was called for the five royal families, one routine and orderly in nature. Tallia and Allus walked side by side down a corridor in a massive structure placed centre of the Lightsworn capital. “The Citadel seems...Different, don’t you agree my king?” Tallia asked, without looking to the male she spoke to. “Ah...You have as keen an eye for decor today as you did the day we met. The Citadel does indeed seem...different. But I think it’s hardly more than

 ~*Dragonic soul, Chapter 16: Passions and promises.*~ “So then, what’s your name?” “I am overlord Katar. Had you been more attentive you’d know that. So, you could save yourself some humiliation and surrender now. There’s no shame in admitting you’re of the subordinate sex.” ‘What the heck is with this guy and women?’ Aysu thought, keeping her eyes fixed upon the male. ‘For that matter...What’s someone like him doing in the Order? They’re supposed to be setting positive examples for the rest of Aetheria, this guy is so full of himself I’m surprised he d

“It’s kind of obvious to me. But maybe I’m just biased,” says Star facetiously as she taps her fingers on her chin while holding her legs to her chest with her other hand. I wonder if Star is okay spending time here in my room instead of studying. “Em isn’t that observant to begin with,” I say, doing my best to justify my actions from the other side of my bed. I wonder if the shame on my face is as glaringly obvious as it feels. “And you’re not that keen on talking about yourself to begin with, either.” “Well...” I can’t deny that. I want to. But I can’t

 “This isn’t the way to Violet Dawn, is it?” asks Star. “No, we’re stopping by dorm 12. I uh...” I rub the back of my head, searching for the right words. “I just want to know that Em is okay.” Star smiles sweetly and nods. I’ve never really been a sentimental person - well, except with Star, it seems - so admitting that I worry about the megaphone-turned-human that is Em is a bit difficult to pull off with sincerity, in place of the usual veil of sarcasm that has served me well over the years. When we arrive at Violet Dawn’s dormitory #12, there is a new automatic, human-shape

 I look down at Reo, who is sitting in my arms. In my lap. I can see only the crest of her forehead from where I am behind her, but it’s enough. We’re looking out of her window. From this large pane of glass - from this high up - we can see most of the city. It is dusk. The golden glow of the setting sun bathes the fallen snow on the ground with its aura, making this sight a sight to behold, truly. But more than that, it’s as though I can feel the warmth of the sun radiating within me. Which is silly. It’s cold enough for the snow to stick on the ground - quite a bit, actually - and the sun is setting. No. My warmt

 Loneliness. It’s a paralysing emotion. The feeling that nobody else in the world cares. The feeling that nobody would miss you if you disappeared. The feeling that...nobody loves you. “It’s because I love you. I fell in love at first sight.” Those words ring in my ears as I stir from my sleep. The words were spoken by a girl who I have come to love very much; it was only a few days ago, yet her words are as clear in my mind now as they were when they resonated from her beautiful lips. I look next to me. There, my love sleeps soundly. I was once confused. I had so many questions about the feelings that refused to r

 Act I, Chapter II: Me[ru]ri[me] Lu[cy] Something has been bugging me. There is a girl in my class, and she isn’t...Normal. That is, she is a nice girl and all, but the way she acts is too confident. She throws out money at the cafeteria as if it doesn’t matter in the slightest. She talks to other people as if she’s a goddess, and worst of all...I think I know her. She has soft blonde hair, and ocean blue eyes. She is fairly tall, and possibly the most telling sign...Her name. It’s not the same, but for some reason it sounds the same. I once had a friend named Megurine Luka. And now, there is a girl in my class nam

Act I: The Secret Chapter I: [T]atsu[me] Mik[a] The Vocaloid project. That's the name of it. The reason I now live two separate lives. For my protection...Or so I'm told. My 'normal' life under an assumed name, Tatsume Mika, begins now. Today is my first day at Staccato Academy - a private high school with a heavy focus on music. However, I don't necessarily need the lessons. I am, after all, one of the most popular and successful musicians of my time. I'm a Vocaloid. According to the production company, a Vocaloid is a singing android that was built to entertain, but is no different than a real person other than what they're made of.

 Humans are slaves to appearance. They judge, speculate and assume based on what we wear, who we spend our time with, and what we do in that time. The old expression goes: 'Don't judge a book by its cover'. In my case...Don't judge a singer by her school clothes. "Hey, Miku," comes a deep, feminine voice from behind me. I turn to see a good friend of mine, and give her a sincere smile. "Hey, Luka." Megurine Luka. She's been my friend for a long time. The two of us are part of the 'Vocaloid' program. It was a decision to give us fake identities so we could lead normal lives in school. According to our music producers, the names Hatsune M