## Hi !!!
I saw my brother write in a book, something like this, so I wanted to try it out.
if he does see this, please don't work so hard. i know that what your doing is very hard. mom and dad told me. but your health is soooo much more important.
i am also very happy your spending so much time with me.
thank you !!!
andddd
good luck!!!
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The Next Day
Don't lose yourself..
Hey, if you want to live in this world, You've got to be physically strong.
Her voice kept on getting stronger
The way I see it, if you're not dead, you can still fight!
It's just a broken ankle, Decey....
It's fine if you can't...
It's fine...
Take a break..
I can't...
Look, I'm doing this because I need you to be safe in the future...
I just want you to know, regardless of you being a Normal or a Defined,
『 𝕚 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 』
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My parents-
Lost's family was concerned for me.
I haven't stepped out of my room for days, convincing myself that this wasn't reality.
I wanted to leave. I didn't want to be here anymore. I was so fucking worried for Uncle Pit and Heet. I had no idea what happened to them..
No...
It had been a month since anything 'strange' happened. I just had to wait: wait for the test to actually start.
Only problem is, I have no clue.
I took a look in the mirror and I had chills run up my spine.
I wasn't Lost. I am December. I couldn't lose myself like I did. I took things way too easy.
I promised myself that I wouldn't swayed like that ever again.
I am me, and nothing can take that away from me.
I could hear the wooden planks creek along with the pattering of footsteps, leading up to my room.
"Brother.. Are you okay...?"
It was Nera. I opened the door and lifted her off the ground.
"Yes. You've nothing to worry about..
She tried to feel out the scar I had on my left cheek and winced in pain.
"Ouch! Do it whenever it heals, Nera."
She giggled and ran away, closing the door behind her.
I took a few deep breaths, staring at my thumb for a while, just trying to get myself to focus.
You can do this....
I sat at the table, glancing over at the dozens of books, their bindings worn off completely. I opened a new one and started what I should've done this entire time.
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1 Day After the Death Of Kela Oris
Crey's house
I couldn't leave Atlas behind, not after everything she's done for me.
But..
That moment, the atmosphere around him changed completely.
No one could ever come out the same, after the death of their mother.
Yet in that one moment..
It reminded me of her.
"Did you stitch him up?" I asked my assistant who came out of the guest room, where Atlas was resting.
She was slightly shaking in fear. I wouldn't blame her.
I was taken aback too. It was as if his own body couldn't handle the fact that the person who killed Kela was still out there.
It wasn't Domain I felt back then- it was something more mystical and ethereal. The presence of something that wasn't there. The feeling of instant pressure.
It felt as if something was pushing into me, constantly giving me pressure.
It felt
Raw.
I walked over the room, putting my trench coat on. It wasn't always this cold in Jead. Atlas's face looked completely drained. The sides of his mouth got stitched up into a sort of smile that even gave me goosebumps.
I caressed his head, feeling awful for him, then I stopped.
That is not what he needs.
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Atlas's PoV
"Remember what you did that day, son.."
Oh.
This was a dream.
This was one week before I started at Zahl Academy.
"That's right!!!!
That was perfect, Atlas!"
We were at the backyard. Mom wanted to train me before I was about to be 'fed to the wolves'.
"Use Steilhang just like that. If you can stop me, honestly I don't see you ever getting injured.."
Decey gave me that name. It was this shield that I covered myself with, using my Function.
It wasn't a shield- more of a time slowing effect apparently.
Whenever someone, let's say, punched me, their fist would've stopped maybe 3-4 inches in front of me, and from then onwards, it would move slower, and slower, essentially shielding me from the attack.
Of course I couldn't use it all the time. It had such a Domain requirement to fuel it.
Mom told me to use it sparingly.
.
.
"You're awake."
Something felt off. It felt like something was on my face. I tried to feel myself too it and found stitches.
"What happened to me..?" I breathed.
Crey sat on the bed and grabbed the hand held mirror. I took it and my eyes grew wider.
"I look like a fucking demon... " I said, slowly lowering the mirror.
I was disgusted.
The memories slowly started seeping in.
The fact that I felt more anger than despair killed me, yet somehow, I felt as if that was better.
I shook my head, wincing in pain as the stitches stretched my skin together.
"Honestly, it's a good look on you. " Mr Crey chuckled.
I gave him a look and decided not to dare. I sliently stared at the wall in front of me, spacing out.
There was this ringing that filled the room. I could hear muffles in the distance.
I snapped back to reality with cold hands holding my shoulder.
"Atlas. I'm going to teach you the way your mother taught everyone else.
You of all people should be aware what that means.
And since all you are to me is a student, I don't need to recuse myself. "
I nod, fully aware of what I was going into.
"Do whatever the fuck you want with me.
Break me till I can't move.
I don't care.
If it's gonna bring me one step closer to killing IT,
I'll gladly accept it. " I growled.
"Good luck. "
Mr. Crey shoved me on the bed, yet I never stopped falling. It felt as if I was falling from the sky, never ending.
I assured myself everything was going to be alright.
This is all for killing it.
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December's PoV
I wasn't the same anymore. It felt as if Lost had become a part of me. His mannerism, drive, etiquette, and especially his way of talking.
It felt right now.
It felt natural, talking to the locals, mourning the death of Nancy.
Even though it wasn't me, who was meant to own these feelings.
I couldn't think about her.
Not yet.
I have too much to do.
5 days after Manifestation
In the Library
The rays of light that sneaked past the glass ceiling felt no touch.
After I finished my reading, I went to close everything up. Nancy's daughter gave me the keys and padlocks and such to me, said she trusted me with what her mother used to do.
I sighed and wiped the tears that never were there, as I locked the main gates.
As I walked towards the town, something bothered me.
There wasn't the masculine statue of the Hero of Ophera.
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Atlas's PoV
All I could see around me was black and white.
I was stranded in a place that reeked of every bad I knew.
As I look around me, still lying on the ground from God knows how I got here, it was white canyons that stretched across for miles. It was as if the stars rested on their peaks. The ground was also black, flaky, yet firm.
This is a Question.
I thought to myself, dragging myself along the dead ground.
.
.
.
After a while, I stopped. The terrain never changed, which slowly began to drive me insane. It was the same melancholic black and white. The path never got narrower, and the peak never dared to sink lower.
It was unusual though, I never felt the need to drink or eat. Maybe I shouldn't have missed the lecture from Mom.
.
It wasn't cold nor hot.
But something inside me began to heat up instinctively.
I could feel the footsteps of something that wasn't human.
Crack******
A dust of cloud rushed at me, followed by footsteps that thudded closed and closer to me in a speed I could never conceive.
I flinched, flung my arms up in a poor attempt to block, but Steilhang got to it before me. The low bassy buzz of my invisible field caught claws- claws that were inches away from my eyes.
The monstrosity that stood in front of me had no intention of leaving me unharmed.
Before I could even understand what was going on, I knew I had to move to the side, and the thing caught my arm, launching me towards the canyon wall.
I fell limp, blood covering the crater. As the dust settled, I finally understood what it was. It was a Snair.
These are monsters that are bi-pedal.
They walk around, with armor for flesh.
They resemble maybe a grasshopper?
I was scared. I dumped more Domain into my Steilhang, anticipating the next lunge it takes.
Not to mention...
They are super super fast.
I had to prop my arm up, it felt dead.
The sound of wind cracking instantly sobered me from the pain.
*Whooosh*
The Snair was only inches away from me.
Its talons stopped dead in front of my nose, it's body completely immobilized.
I wanted to puke so hard. My head began to feel heavy, as streams of blood began dripping from my scalp.
I never tried this before, but I imagined a bubble.
The bubble was small in my head.
I began to blow more into it, and analogously, I felt my reserves were dangerously low.
There was more space between me and Steilhang this time.
I stared dead into the bug eyed Snair, it's mandibles salivating and violently cracking away.
I slowly bended my knees, trying to reach for something.
The Snair couldn't move at all. It was almost inside the Steilhang.
I closed my eyes, trying to stop the bubble from expanding, yet it continued to grow.
I knew what would happen once the Snair is completely inside my Steilhang- it would be able to move.
I grabbed a sharp looking piece of rock and began scanning for gaps in the scale like armor of the Snair.
I could feel the shield getting larger and larger, and as soon as I found a fleshy region, the Snair flinched.
I lashed out, screamed on top of my lungs, as I slashed the flesh, causing the Snair to topple on itself.
It let out a bloodcurdling scream, as I backed away from it, making sure it would still be in range.
Puddles of emerald slowly seeped into the ground, as the Snair tried to claw it's way out.
In my hand, was an arrow shaped rubble from the crater. I limped my way over to the falled Snair, aware of the fact that my reserves were pretty much empty.
It however allowed the bubble to stay as small as possible.
With all of my strength, I bludgeoned the Snair right on the skull. The recoil sent shivers throughout my arm. I recovered the rock and brought it down again.
The screeches of pain pertained, while I grabbed a bigger rock, holding it with both my arms this time.
*CRUNCH*
What was left was a mix of green and red on the ground.
I collapsed on the ground, panting, as my left arm was covered in purple bruising.
I wiped my face off with my shirt, after patting it to get rid of the dust.
I then covered my hand in rubble dust, and smeared it across where I thought the scalp injury was.
I have to move.
There's no other way for me but forward.
That's what you would've told me..
Isn't that right?
Decey?
.
.
Decey?
{.....Lost's House}
That shouldn't be you.
You know that.
"..... "
Those tears of utter dispair,
Shouldn't they be Lost's?
Those guttural howls, that would never reach the ones who would help you,
Shouldn't they be Lost's?
You're all alone again...