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It's been a while! I recently found a website with a plenty of face maker and I did a rework for my protagonists. What do you think about them? ☺️ https://www.instagram.com/p/CN-OZ0RDd2z/?igshid=o1smohvi8dxj

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Fears & Premonitions

The sun was about to set when Malden left the Elzoh home. Sylvania sat on the couch for a few seconds and thought back to the afternoon she had just spent in great detail. What a surprise for her to have succeeded so well in playing her composition for Malden. She never imagined that he would like it so much. Her friend admired her enormously for many reasons, and Sylvania knew it perfectly. Nevertheless, something kept preventing her from having confidence in herself, no matter what the field. She was just the classic girl, who was appreciated because she did her job well, obeyed her mother and made sure she never acted or thought with the slightest bit of originality. To stay in the norm was to stay safe. It was staying "right," and probably the best thing to do in this world.

      The clock was ticking as fast as her thoughts were multiplying. Soon, she would have to get ready to join Teano. It was impossible to leave the apartment without putting her room in order. On her computer, she launched "Lamp" from "Etolica. ». Sylvania's room was a bit like her sanctuary: a vast room of about twenty square meters, decorated with white wooden furniture, syorized borders and handles. She really cherished them for the history they carried. Her grandfather and father had themselves spent time in the Arctia forest harvesting Siebyl wood. A good friend of her grandfather's, a cabinetmaker, had been responsible for creating the range of furniture that would be installed in Sylvania's room.

      There were jewelry racks, cabinets, two pictures, a bedside lamp on the desk, and a large bed and a simple blue rug covering well over half the floor. When she was younger, having participated in piano competitions, Sylvania had won prizes of varying degrees of praise, which sat atop her furniture, facing the faded light blue walls. She had left some study books on mathematical theorems, the history of the Mysticiën and texts to work on for the coming week. She sat down on her bed, looked at the dust on the floor, the books, some disturbed shoes and a pile of clothes before sighing loudly.

 -      How could I let all this build up in such a short time? Mom wouldn't let me leave the house without taking care of it... and that's okay after all.

      Without another word, she turned on. As the room returned to its original brightness, Sylvania was delighted. Suddenly she heard the key in the lock of the front door. Her mother, Prudence, had returned. Quickly, she went to the living room to find her.

      - Hi mom! How did it go today? Did you have many visits to the museum?

      - More than I would have liked, but it was fine. How was your day? Did Malden come to see you? What did you do then?

      - As expected, the piano, all that, what...

      Prudence gave her a doubtful look, before moving on. She was a very tall and slim woman, with a short haircut colored with an even brighter red than her daughter's. Her emerald eyes seemed to glow with a thousand lights when she was hiding anger. Prudence's face was always serious, as if marked by unspeakable traumas that were reflected in her full voice. Sitting down, she removed the long black coat that reached her boots.

      - And so you prepare to go to Teano, if I remember correctly.

      - Yes. Am I still allowed? Sylvania asked, worried.

      - Have you done your homework, my daughter?

      - Yes, and I'm even a little ahead of schedule.

      - Have you practiced your piano? Is your room clean? What time will you be home when you leave so late? What are you planning to do with Teano?

      - Yes, yes, and I think I'll be there in the middle of the evening. I need to have a little chat with him.

      - What are you going to talk about? Do you know if her father will be there?

      Prudence asked this question with a certain amount of anxiety that did not escape Sylvania's notice. This was not the first time that Teano's father seemed to be a subject of fear for her mother. But every time she tried to find out more, Sylvania received evasive answers, such as "No, there's nothing," or "You're imagining things," or "Enough nonsense, girl.

 -      I don't know if his father will be there, but I'm not coming to see him so it's okay! I need to talk to Teano about the band he's forming with Kieran and Malden, and also... I've been feeling a bit under the weather lately, you know.

      - Why don't you just talk to me, or your grandparents, like you did when you were little?

      - Mom... how can I put this...? I... I trust you and I can talk to you about it, I know that. But this is different. You know, Teano is a bit like me in some ways. He can understand me not just because he listens to me, but because he's going through similar difficulties.

      She was embarrassed at the idea of hurting her mother by showing her that, as a teenager, she would gradually need to detach herself from the family cocoon. In all soul and conscience of this reality, Prudence did not follow up the conversation. This evolution was necessary, she knew it, even if it was hard to accept. As always, she hid her pain, wearing a cold and placid face.

      - All right. Then I hope you have a good evening, and don't come back in the middle of the night. I won't sleep until you come back. Is that understood?

      - Yes mom, I promise. If you're worried, send me a message. Anyway, it's really close!

      Prudence nodded, and Sylvania prepared to join Teano. She put on a white jacket and frilly boots before setting off. She realized that she would have liked to talk to her mother about the phelidus story, but it had slipped her mind. It all came back to her on the way, though. She struggled to understand the meaning of this news and imagined the worst. The few times Sylvania had heard about these creatures, it was in children's stories, through Renyu's research or when her mother told her about dangerous adventures that ended very badly.

      - Phelidus on Lausya, she repeated to herself tirelessly as she walked through the city, where the snow had started to fall again. What if this pelidus wasn't dying? What if it was wild and started attacking everyone? Who could control it? How could we warn mercenaries fast enough? And yet, many people know that pelidus can only be controlled by a handful of atmologists and fighters, it's crazy... 

      The desire to send a new message to Annabelle to know more crossed her mind, but she was already about to arrive at Teano's house. In the big residence, it was enough for her to go along a few meters to the north of a big flowered and maintained park. This was where the richest families of Lausya lived. At the end of the park, separated from everything, was a large three-story house, surrounded by flowers and a few trees. This was where Teano lived, but not only that. Teano was the son of the mayor. Oscar. This individual hated by a good part of the people of Lausanne. The one responsible for the mechanical debris that littered the city and for many discords. The one that Sara dreamed to be able to bring down. Every time she went to see Teano, Sylvania had a thought for Sara, in connection with all these stories. She let out a sigh before sending a message to Teano.

      "I'm in front of your house. I don't know if..."

      Before she could finish writing, the door opened in front of her. Teano was there, a huge smile on his face. Without waiting another second, he hugged her with all his strength and pulled her inside.

      - It's so cool to see you! I felt you were there, right at the door, it was like a no-brainer. Right on time, it's all you. That's so cool. How are you today? I was in such a hurry!

      The girl shook her shoulders a little to get back on her feet after that powerful embrace. She still hadn't gotten used to Teano's emotional expressions, but it amused her nonetheless.

      - You know, I saw Malden earlier. It was cool, I got to play him a song, and we talked about the band.

 - You have to tell me this, but you look a little tired! 

 They entered the large living room. The fireplace was lit, and the smell of burning wood wafted in. Huge windows illuminated the room with the magical, dark blue of systrielle that seemed to shine outside. Sylvania observed in detail these places that she knew well. Not a single corner was spared from the presence of a gadget developed by Oscar, or by tiny automatons with doubtful appearances. Opposite the fireplace was a large coffee table and an even larger red sofa, where Oscar was sitting, cross-legged and looking concentrated. The mayor of Lausya was calmly reading a book entitled "Anger of the World".

    His short salt-and-pepper hair was slightly wavy, lined up in a slicked-back hairdo. A thick beard gracefully surrounded his thin face with lightly tanned skin. He wore gray pants, a white shirt, and a red bow tie. Sensing the presence of the two teenagers, his emerald eyes rolled slowly towards them, without him moving a millimeter himself.

      - Hello sir, let escape Sylvania in a net of voice.

      - Hello young lady. You don't look happy to see me.

      Teano glared at him as his father stood up. He wasn't especially tall, but his demeanor and voice gave him an overwhelming charisma, so that he seemed to be standing on a pedestal that gave him height. He looked at the young people in turn, before he began to walk around the room, hands behind his back, after putting his book on the table. Rather than allow an awkward silence to hang over him, Teano spoke up again.

      - Finally, what would you like to drink? With the help of our butler, I've prepared a few things you might like.

      - It is necessary that I speak to you about something! She launched abruptly.

      - Is it serious?

 -      Annabelle told me that there were pelidus in her house.

      They didn't see him, but Oscar was facing one of the windows in the room. His blood rushed to his throat at the words, and his eyes widened. He rushed toward Sylvania. His figure was like that of a threatening ghost, bending over her to suck her in. Terrified, she did not dare to move and wondered why he reacted like that. His piercing eyes were planted in hers, as if he was trying to read her thoughts.

      - What did you say, young lady? he articulated, almost in a staccato whisper.

      - D-Phelidus. Annabelle told me about it...

      Annoyed, Teano shoved his father with all his might.

      - Give her a break! Annabelle told him that there are pelidus here, that's all! Will you please leave us alone now?

      Oscar grabbed him by the arm, squeezing hard, and then he approached his face, as he had just done with Sylvania, while staring at him. His look was like two sharpened blades that were inserted right in his heart.

 -      Beware Teano Fanghël. Your attitude and your words could well have regrettable consequences.

      For the next five seconds, they continued to stare at each other without blinking. These scenes of strange anger and cold hatred were unfortunately not so rare among the Fanghël. Teano couldn't help but wonder again why his father was so contemptible. He was not only angry, but deeply saddened, and he felt bitter tears welling up inside him, which he did not let out. Oscar pushed him away and let go of his grip, as if he had laid his hand on a disgusting insect.

      - Very well, I have to do! Altimer! Get the car ready, I need you to drive me to Laurence's work. I need to talk to her in person as soon as possible.

      - Yes, Mr. Fanghel," replied Altimer, who was busy in the kitchen.

 He was an eltaq with yellow eyes, very tall and imposing. Teano liked him very much, and he often wondered why such a good and warm man was working for someone as evil as his father. In a few minutes, Oscar left the house with Altimer, leaving Sylvania and Teano alone. They had been standing in the same place. Their eyes met. They breathed loudly and looked up in unison.

 -      I know your dad has some unique behaviors, and that's why he makes me uncomfortable... yet I feel like this was different.

      - It was," confirmed Teano in a faded voice. I'll be right back, I'll get what we've prepared. We need to have a little chat and move on. He's not going to ruin our moment, now that he's gone.

      Alone in the living room, Sylvania began to think in detail. That was already two unusual and consecutive things, but related on top of that. These events could corroborate with one of the reasons why she had come to see Teano that evening. Sitting on the large couch, she crossed her legs, then her hands, which she placed under her chin as a sign of intense reflection. The light was very dimly lit, and the blue glow of systrielle now filled the entire room, giving an almost unreal atmosphere. Silently, Teano went back and forth twice. The first one, with a plate full of cakes filled with glamene syor honey. The second one, with glasses of milk of syor. After that, he put his cell phone on the table, then he launched "Clock" of "Etolica. ».

      - I'm glad you came tonight, I'll feel less lonely," he said, taking a cake.

      - I think there's better company, but I'm still glad you're not alone tonight.

      - Stop talking nonsense. Your company suits me perfectly. Especially after seeing how my father behaves. But then again... you didn't come here to confide in me, did you?

      At these words, Sylvania felt her heart clench, and her heartbeat quickened in her chest. It wasn't much, but she was about to open her mouth and use her voice to express things that, until now, existed only in her mind. It was strange to put words to such feelings, but she went for it.

      - Something is wrong Teano.

      - What do you mean by that?

 - It doesn't make sense, but I feel like something's wrong. I have this feeling of being in danger. All the time.

      - You've always had high anxiety Sylvania, right? It's not a good thing, but I guess...

 -      Teano, I... It's not the same as usual," she added, cutting him off. I'm really worried. The remnants of your father's experiences are becoming fewer and fewer in the city. I hear about important people who disappear in the news. The people of Lausanne have been moving in dribs and drabs since last year. I hear Annabelle telling me that she is hosting some Phelidus at her place and then your father reacts like this when he hears the news! Before leaving the apartment, my mother asked me again if your father would be there, always worried about something she doesn't seem to want to talk about. The more the days go by, the more I feel crushed by the weight of something I can't see.

      She had spoken, raising her voice with each sentence, gesturing and staring at her glass of milk from the beginning to the end of her tirade. A few seconds later, she remained silent and then dipped her cake in the milk before taking a small bite.

      - I know there's a problem, but I don't have anything more tangible to explain it. And I'm afraid. I can't confide in anyone. Except to you. Beyond that, my self-confidence has only gone downhill for weeks. I'm still the same, doing the same things, being praised and perfect. I don't step out of line, I do what is asked of me. I remain neat, clean and wise, without anything, without identity. I feel empty.

      - You are not without identity to me.

      - Teano, for you the whole world is fantastic!

      She did not pay attention, but this remark hurt him slightly. He pretended not to hear and continued to listen to her.

      - That's what everyone likes about you. You radiate and bring joy. But let's face it: who am I interesting to?

      - Malden came over to your house to have you play your compositions for him this afternoon.

      - He admires my hard work, my skills, my well-learned attitude. Who knows who I really am, beyond all that? And even I don't know when I think about it... I feel like a nobody. I'd like to change the world, but I run away from every problem. I spend my life being afraid.

      - I don't agree with you. You change our lives by helping us when you can, Sylvania. I'm not trying to tell you that you're wrong to feel this way. These are slightly complicated times for everyone. We all have our reasons. I wouldn't blame you for that. Take the time you need to talk and find yourself. But neither I nor anyone else sees you as anyone else. That's wrong, very wrong.

      She had talked enough for now. Time continued to pass for a few minutes, when she and Teano took a few more cakes and ate them in silence.

 -      You're the only one who comes to me about this kind of thing.

      - You speak about an originality, she persifla by laughing. It won't always be enough to not end up alone and useless. And even less to change things... I am really afraid that one day, you will be really tired of me.

      Without warning, Teano grabbed one of her cakes and threw it in her face. She was startled and found herself full of crumbs, with a little honey in a few places. Sylvania looked up at Teano, gawking, before throwing a cake back at her.

 - But what are you doing? she asked, laughing harder.

      - I'm punishing you for the bullshit you say in front of me! "Getting tired of me" no but do you hear yourself? If you need to be reassured every day, then I'll do it, but it bothers me to hear you say that. I don't want to change the subject, but what you told me earlier worries me a little.

      - The Pelidus ?

      - Yes, but also these anxieties. This fear that something will happen. I've noticed that my father's attitude has changed recently, as has my mother. You know, my parents don't talk to me much, and that's good when I see what we share. But even with this distance, I can see that something is wrong.

      Sylvania's attention was redoubled when she heard her friend's words. She plunged her eyes into his, listening attentively to what was going to follow.

 -      He spends a lot of time in his office. He and my mom talk for hours and do more and more weird experiments. I think they even got hurt not too long ago. I don't know what they're doing, but I think it's kind of weird too. I didn't want to talk about it, but with what you're telling me...

      - Do you think you could go into his office?

      Teano hiccupped in surprise at these words. He raised his eyebrows and recoiled violently. He then shook his head very quickly in denial.

 -      Are you crazy or what? You want me to get killed? I tried that when I was smaller, by accident. He hit me and punished me with everything for weeks!

      - If it's that risky, maybe it's better to avoid... I don't know if it's related to everything I'm imagining. Also, to get back on topic, Annabelle definitely wants to meet at her house as soon as possible about the Pelidus.

      - But why?

      - I don't know, that's what she told me.

      - When would be the best time in your opinion?

      Sylvania thought of proposing that they meet at her house tomorrow, but she didn't know if the others would be available. It was the same for Teano. However, since Annabelle seemed to want to see them as soon as possible, it must be really important. Sylvania stood up suddenly and started pacing, hands clasped behind her back. She began to murmur incomprehensible sentences, relating to her intense reflection for this problem to be solved. Suddenly she turned to Teano with a determined look.

      - Send a message to Renyu, Sara, Kieran and Malden.

      - What do you want me to tell them?

      - Ask them if they are available for tonight.

      - What? But it's impossible. Even for me it's tense! What about your mother? She'll be worried!

      - I think we're going to have to get over our fears this time. I'm exhausted from following my organization to the millimeter. Right after you, I have the strictest education and I'm ready to brave it. If I can do it, anyone can!

      He did not answer immediately, but continued to stare at her. Teano had never heard Sylvania speak like this. The only things the girl was able to oppose were animal abuse and the deterioration of natural environments by actively participating in debates on social networks. She would never have dared to confront her mother before. She would never have allowed herself such escapades. Even worse: Sylvania would never have listened to inner premonitions. That was not what she had been taught to do. It was always out of the question to do things differently, and to deviate from the routine. Yet tonight she was taking a vow of rebellion.

      - What if they really can't? Teano asked.

      - With two of us, we will be able to convince them.

      - But we need a plan, and Renyu is in charge of that in general time.

      - And that's why you send him the first message. He's the one who convinces Sara most easily when it comes to doing something. Then Kieran will be obliged to follow his sister if she asks him to, and...

      - And Malden will want to spend time with Kieran. Knowing that we'll all be together will make him want to come.

 - Exactly!

      They wasted no time in getting down to work. Teano wasn't worried about the time they had, because Laurence's work was far from home. His father wouldn't be back for a while. So, rather than sending a message, he called Renyu directly on his phone. He picked up after three calls.

      - Yeah? He replied in a dull voice.

      - I'm with Sylvania, I need to ask you something.

      - Is it? Oh, I hope it's a "How do I not bother my friends when they've already made it clear to me with two no answers, that they're busy" question. Because I have a really good answer for that. Something quick, clean and concise.

      - Renyu, we have to go to Annabelle's tonight, everyone. It's urgent.

      - Is this a joke? You're bothering me while I'm doing research on Kannidus and on top of that you're telling me we're going to Annabelle's? You smoked Nanthilia with Kieran, didn't you ?

      - Annabelle has Pelidus at home.

 -      Okay, you really smoked some Nanthilia. Don't come to my house tonight. Bye.

      - Renyu! Teano insisted. I'm very serious. We have to meet there as soon as possible. Sylvania will tell Annabelle that we're coming tonight.

 -      Wait... Are you telling me that Sylvania is going on a night out?

      Since Teano had put the phone on speaker, Sylvania heard him burst out laughing.

 -      Hey, are you sure she's not going to get like, cut off her head or grounded from piano for seven months because she came home at 9:10 instead of 9:09?

      - Sylvania is with me and she hears you.

      - Oh great then! Sylvania, you're not going to be broken up doing such stupid things ? What's your idea for tonight? Have you decided to become a normal person and to go a little bit beyond the limits?

      Sylvania slumped on the sofa and took her face in her hands, dejected. She knew he was going to tease her for that.

      - If you want to know everything, it's even my idea. So yes, I...

      - Don't bother. I hope this isn't a joke, because this is a really classy thing to do. I don't care if everybody's here or not. If there's some Pelidus involved, something amazing, something to discover for our village, then I'll be there. However, if I ever find out that it was a bad joke, I never want to hear from you again. Do I make myself clear?

      They nodded and let him continue. Teano asked him more about how to convince Sarasvati, his brother and Malden. All right, they discussed some strategies, after which Renyu left for a few minutes to make the most viable synthesis he could think of. When he returned, he spoke again.

      - Perfect. Sylvania, you should go home right now. Even though you're pumped up, I think you should go reassure your mom and let her sleep it off before you leave. If you don't, there's a good chance she'll show up at Annabelle's, and an even better chance she'll cut your head off in front of us. And I don't want to get your blood on my face. You'll sneak back home when the time is right. As for you Teano, join me as soon as possible. We'll go back together. In the meantime, I'll make a call to Sara. I will be able to convince her, I have all my arguments in mind. For Kieran, well, I'll find something, even if it's my weak point. Same with Malden. Let me worry about that, but do what I tell you. Now.

      He hung up immediately. Sylvania and Teano waited a few seconds before getting back into action. She grabbed her coat in a hurry before putting it on and removing the remaining crumbs she still had on her.

      - We have to hurry. And call Annabelle to tell her we're coming! Be careful when you have to leave, that your mother doesn't hear you.

      - Yes, I will do my best. I'll see you later!

      Slight clumsiness on her part. Sylvania spilled the rest of the two glasses of milk on the table before leaving. When she realized it, she put her hands to her mouth and looked at Teano with confusion.

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Fluctuations

 When he opened his eyes, Malden remained as straight as a board. He stared at the bedroom ceiling for a few seconds before turning his head to the window. The shutters were wide open. Yet he remembered that Kieran had closed them the night before. It didn't matter. He stood up slowly and felt the icy cold of the systemic dawn make him shiver. It was around nine o'clock, the sun was rising. Even slower than he was, he thought. Malden knew that it was not easy to be more phlegmatic than he was.

      - Except you, Mr. Sun," he murmured, still leaning out the window.

      He lost himself in his thoughts for a few minutes. Now that he'd had a good time with his friend, he'd have to think about going home and face his mother's wrath for allowing himself to leave the day before. What an idea to get up so early! He remembered very well that sleep had come late, and fatigue would quickly overcome him during the day. Malden turned and saw Kieran lying on his back, his blanket over part of his body diagonally. He was sleeping with his mouth open and snoring so loudly he could have woken a dragon. The sight made him chuckle.

      Discreetly, he collected his things, put on his shoes, and left the apartment without waking anyone. He put on his headphones and played "How Long Can I Go" by "Sam Celentano". Once outside, several options came to mind. There was a park north of Lausya, where he often went to play sports. He also had a painting he had started and wanted to finish. However, the longer he stayed outside, the more problems he would have to deal with when he returned.

      - It's up to me. I can go to the park and do push-ups. Take up my painting, knowing that I might run into mom. Maybe I can give Sylva a call and see if I can't come over early. I could have stayed at Kieran's, but now that I'm out, I'm not going to wake him up to come back... And seeing as he's asleep, he won't wake up, that's for sure, he concluded by putting his hand on his face.

      Malden suddenly noticed that he had a few unread messages. Naturally, these were from his mother. The most important one was this:

"I don't appreciate your attitude lately. We'll have a discussion as soon as you get home. You know there are rules to follow in this house, and they apply to everyone, even you! »

      The first response that came to mind was "You never liked my attitude, and you never understood me. "But he found it too tiring to get into a conflict with her. It was better not to escalate the situation. Akane, his mother, had been an adventurer during her youth. During certain periods, it happened that she went on adventures for a few weeks with her old group of friends. She is a Gial (Earth) atmologist, focused on the Veltôs (Control) path, and her atmology is an ochre red. At a very young age, Akane received a strict and hard education, and also underwent many hazing which forged her character for sure. She has never been an example of softness. This hard and uncompromising character made communication with Malden particularly complicated over the years.

      It didn't matter in the end. Malden decided to get on his way and go home. He might as well face Mother Dragon as quickly as possible to put out the flames. Unfortunately, it didn't take much for his mood to be affected. These expressions from his mother reminded him how lonely he felt in his family, despite the good relationship he had with his sister Sawako, and his brother Hayate. He always ended up being seen as too intense, too whiny or touchy and moody. When he thought about it, however, Malden knew that factually he lacked nothing. He was a healthy, rather good-looking young man, good at a few subjects, athletic, with a group of sympathetic and understanding friends, a certain amount of freedom in his personal life, and so on. However, it seemed that something was missing.

      It was as if there was a void somewhere. A fear of not living up to his own image, or of failing at what he could do. He was so special that he could be admired for the strangeness of his thoughts and artistic productions, but also stigmatized, and found "weird", or "unapproachable", to use terms he had heard about himself. Yet he longed to be accepted for who he was, without becoming like everyone else.

    When he opened the door to the apartment, he expected to find his mother getting ready for work. Instead, he found Sawako sitting in the kitchen. She was having breakfast: a glass of hot delicatessen milk with a little pethmergale sugar. The whole thing made the milk look dark and creamy. She was reading a manga while smoking a cigarette.

      - Hi! he said. I didn't think you'd be here at this hour. I thought I'd find Mom instead.

 -      Nah, she left pretty early this morning to buy some stuff. I don't think she's gonna be back for a while. Where did you go anyway? Kieran's?

      - Yeah. We wanted to watch "Alvist Wars" quietly, but Isaac had come into my room yesterday to snoop on something. I yelled at her, she got involved and... well, you know mom.

      - Yeah, I know what you mean. Well, she wasn't too happy about it. In fact, she was angry that you broke like that. I understand, but you could have avoided it, or told me about it. I would have tempered the situation a bit, you know how I usually do.

      - I know, but Kieran kind of rushed me, I didn't have much time to make my decision. I've done this plenty of times before, but it seems like yesterday was worse than usual. Why is that?

      - Didn't Mom tell you what we have to do tonight?

      - No?

      - Okay, too weird. Well, actually we're supposed to go to Welliyo with Dad, Mom and Helen to see Melva. Maybe there's some news about her memory, but nothing transcendent you know.

      Malden hiccupped in surprise and recoiled slightly. He felt stupid, but also excluded for not having been kept in the loop.

      - Is she serious? Why didn't she tell me?

      - I think she was going to propose to you yesterday.

      - Suggesting me the day before for the day after? What if I had something to do? Yes, I would have canceled. I would cancel anything to go see Melva, but still.

      - Anyway, chances are that's why she's so upset about your escapade yesterday. You should just apologize and tell her you'll be there tonight, if you want to be safe. I'll cover for you, but do what I say. I mean, I'll figure out how to fix it, I'll improvise.

      - And you think you can get Isaac to stop making my life miserable?

      - Don't worry, I'll work it out by ruining his. There are a few things he and I need to discuss. He's still asleep, but I'm setting him up for a real wake-up call.

      - You're handling it, thanks. I have to go see Sylvania this afternoon. Do you think you can handle that too?

      - Consider it done," Sawako replied, winking at him. 

 Malden knew he could always count on her in many circumstances. At 27 years old, she was the oldest of her siblings, and therefore the one with the authority right after her parents. And fortunately, Sawako had a lot in common with Malden. Both of them were very sensitive and attached to their deepest values, but Sawako tended to be more withdrawn and passive than her brother. She was a specialist in the art of running away and saying nothing, letting go, sleeping and lazing around. Beyond her studies in water atmology, she loved to write poetry, fiction, and play video games with horror, romance, and role-playing themes. At least that's what her mother told her. Malden, on the other hand, was much more active and enjoyed going out, shopping and discovering more about the world around him. With his pocket money, he bought a lot of things like incense, posters and an infinite amount of clothes that he could wear according to his moods. Besides,

    since he would have to go back to Sylvania in the afternoon, he started looking for different clothes to change into after his shower. Leaving his hair down, Malden put a diamond-shaped earring in his left ear, as well as a golden pendant with a small sphere. He put on a gray sweater with "N.O.T.H.I.N.G." in bright green letters. Further down, in small print, it read "Nobody On This Healthiest Irrelevant Narrow-minded Globality. ». Malden liked to wear this sweater when he wasn't sure how he felt. He often hoped that those closest to him would be able to decode this information and understand how he was feeling by carefully observing how he dressed. But it never worked.He went to his room to finish getting ready. After putting on his black shorts and sneakers, the same green as his sweater's typography, he heard his mother coming back to the apartment. Sawako immediately struck up a conversation with her. Malden reached out to listen.

      - Malden is back to the point.

      - Is he in his room?

      - Yeah, but I think it's best to leave it alone for a bit today.

      - Oh no! Have you seen how he's acting right now? I have to talk to him, this is too much. And he doesn't answer the messages I leave! That's not an attitude!

      - I know, I know mom. But he's a teenager, so you have to imagine that he's going to do a few more silly things like that.

      - Sawako, do you defend your brother when he takes the wrong path? Do you think you're helping him to act that way?

      Akane spoke loudly and raised her voice with every sentence. She was panting, exhausted from bringing all the groceries alone from the store. Despite her intensive training as a fighter, she was much less active since she had built her family life, and was therefore much more quickly tired for actions that, in her youth, were just a walk in the park for her.

 -      Plus no one helped me with the groceries today! I have to do everything alone in this house, it's not possible! Call your father for me, so he can come and help me clean up instead of sleeping again!

      - Mom, I'm not defending Malden, but I think you're overreacting a bit. He just went to Kieran's. He wanted to watch "Alvist Wars" and he came home early. He's doing well in school and he doesn't have bad company. Don't you think you should leave him alone for a while and deal with Suzanne and Hayate, who are always provoking him?

      - Yes, yes it's good. Okay, I'll leave it. Let him do. Call your father now. Is Malden coming tonight so we can go visit Melva, yes or no?

      - It will be there.

      Malden smiled broadly and clenched his fist in victory. What could he do without Sawako? He felt himself growing wings. The weekend would probably be much more enjoyable than he had imagined. Grabbing his cell phone, he decided to send a message to Sylvania.

      "Hi Sylva 😊! Do you think we could eat together this lunch? Like, at a snack bar not too far from your place, and then we spend the afternoon together like we said? »

      Every time he took the time to send her a message, Malden's hands were shaking and sweaty. Would he choose the right words? Was he being pushy? Or too weird? Did she realize how he felt about her? And even worse: did he really feel something for her? And this something, was it love? It was so complex for him to understand, so difficult to be totally sure, considering the particular situation. Didn't she just remind him of his sister, who is now in the hospital and he misses her so much? Malden didn't know. He always came to the conclusion that it was probably best to let it go and see where it would take him.

      His phone vibrated. It was her. She had just answered! He hurried to open the message.

      "Hi Malden! That's a really cool proposal. Where do you want to eat? And what do you want to eat? Something usual and not too far away, just to do it quietly? »

      "Noon, at the pizza place across the street from you? »

 "Perfect! See you later! »

      Since everything was already planned, all he had to do was spend the time he had left doing something he liked. So he threw himself into the painting he had started a few days ago. Malden was fond of searching for photographs of various places in the Mysticiën, and recently his attention had been drawn to pictures of the Omaltäb Forests in Almarosa territory to the south. He was busy redrawing the trees with pink, dark blue, green or even black foliage that could be found there. The simple fact of smelling the paint in the room made him feel a certain fullness that nothing else could give him. After taking care to lock the door of his room so as not to be disturbed, he painted for a long time and moved forward on his canvas. If for some reason he couldn't become an alvist or a martial artist, Malden knew he would become a painter and would do everything he could to fulfill that dream. And even if he did become an alvist and a martial artist, he would be a painter too! With his savings, he vowed to buy a high performance camera and take photographs from original angles and then redesign and paint unusual places in the country, giving them a special interpretation with special color schemes. This was how he would communicate to the world the way he perceived and felt the universe. This idea excited him.

      Shortly before the appointment time, Malden rushed to the front door to get going. When he opened it, he passed the kitchen, where he saw his parents preparing dinner. While he was already on the landing, he heard his mother's authoritative voice.

      - Be back by five o'clock, we'll go see Melva. We won't wait for you forever.

      - Uh, yes, Mom. See you tonight!

      - That's it," she said dismissively.

      The sun was shining on Lausya, accompanied by a rather strong wind. A gust of wind blew straight towards Malden, removing his hood and messing up his hair. He who wanted to be elegant for Sylvania, it was from now on lost pain. He sighed discreetly while putting back his hood. That was not going to dry his good mood found. He was now listening to "Apricot" by "Sam Celentano". Malden could already imagine himself with Sylvania teaching him some scales and making him listen to her melodies. Her calmness, her kindness and her rigor were for him like nectar and ambrosia. He admired her terribly, and these sentimental questions about her were very recent. But he had known her for a few years already.

      After a few minutes, Malden reached the main square where Sylvania and her mother lived. There was a fountain in the center, and some stone slabs decorated with flowers tended by the city's gardeners. A few people were there, including groups of children who had come to buy pancakes or ice cream, despite the cold season. Sitting under a white umbrella at one of the many tables of the local pizzeria, Sylvania was waiting patiently, her phone in hand. She had let her long red hair down, was wearing a white dress with blue polka dots and a small silver necklace and a pair of simple earrings of the same complexion. When she saw Malden, she waved at him.

      - Hi! How are you? I'm so hungry! I've already reserved a table for the two of us, so what should we order? Asked she, cheerful.

      - I'll probably have a salad with a slice of pizza. I'm not very hungry, but it'll do for me!

      - Are you sure you'll have enough energy to listen to my news and convince me to join your group if you don't eat enough? She joked.

      - Don't worry about it. I want you to join us enough, I don't need a pizza to help me!

      After they had actually placed their order, the two young people ate together and talked about the rain and the weather. Malden admired the way Sylvania spoke about her extracurricular activities, but also her involvement in various social struggles. She was already very active on Signold - a well-known social network on Elzetarân - and shared many videos about animal causes and ecology. Sylvania already seemed to be a big shot and followed very closely the actions of the Renovators' Guild. It was a group of atmologists and adventurers of all kinds, formed several decades ago. They were in charge of monitoring the development of the ecosystems and biomes of Elzetari after certain confrontations, whose damage could have seriously damaged various places and destroyed the fauna, as well as the flora.

      Time passed without them noticing. Soon enough, they finished their meal and went to Sylvania. Coming from a well-to-do family, they lived in a large residence where the richest inhabitants of Lausanne were to be found. The mayor, Oscar Fanghël, lived nearby with his wife and son. Malden was always impressed when he set foot in Sylvania's house: everything was always so clean! The living room seemed huge and everything he saw seemed to be priceless. The marble walls of a very light and sober

grey were decorated with paintings showing fantastic scenes. One could see atmological warriors fighting carniocs and wild creatures in the skies, unleashing various elemental forces.

      - Every time you come over, you can't help but leave your eyes glued to the picture in the living room. You know I'm going to end up asking my mom if I can give it to you, right?

      Malden flinched and blushed. He had never realized how much these paintings could absorb him. The idea that he might be seen to be lusting after them embarrassed him.

      - Oh no, not at all! It's just... I really wish I had a talent like that. You know, I see how well the color scheme is mastered, it drives me crazy! There is the light, so well reflected, and the contrast between the atmos used by the fighters on the painting, the expression of pain on the creatures, and even the effects of the wind that blows even though we don't see it. It's beautiful. Every time I see it, I feel like it's the first one.

      - I think it was Cleora Stolteïska who made this painting. I would have to see it again with my mother. And it seems to me that she is still alive. Maybe one day, if you meet her, you can ask her how she did it?

 Malden's eyes seemed to light up. He began to do some research on his cell phone and found more of the painter's work.

 -      Wow, she's so good... If I met her, I wouldn't even know how to ask her questions. Well, anyway, I'll deal with that when I get home. For now, I have someone else talented to admire on her compositions, right?

      - Don't overdo it! I'm just getting by on my mom's classes when it comes to reproducing classics. For my creations, it remains to be seen... I'm not very comfortable with the idea of doing new things, that go out of the box, I'm afraid it won't be very pleasant to the ear, also because...

      - Hey, Sylva! he interrupted her. It's not serious, you have to try in life. Let me listen!

      - But if you think it's ugly, you probably won't want me in your group.

      - Does this mean that you want to join our group so badly that I don't actually need to convince you?

      She hiccupped with surprise and put her hands in front of her mouth. Sylvania had tricked herself. She was more interested in the idea of being part of this music group that was forming than anything else, but she didn't want it to be so obvious. She would still be seen as the girl with no friends, who craved acceptance from others.

      - It's true," she sighed. Well, enough wasted time. Sit down on the couch. I'll play you this little piece. I was inspired by "rocking horse" by "Etolica. ».

      Without adding a word, Malden settled comfortably on the black velvet sofa. Sylvania took her turn on the small purple seat where she sat to play the piano. She had her back to him, slowly positioning her fingers on the keys. The girl took a deep breath before starting to play the first notes of her composition. The start was awkward but soon she gained confidence and began to play with more assurance. The notes flowed together with a certain smoothness.

      To Malden, it was as if a beautiful story was being told. He was so impressed by her dexterity that he wanted to get closer to her to better admire her performance. However, for fear of distracting her, he preferred to stay behind and come without making any noise. She was in front of the large window, giving on a great part of the city. He admired the view as he listened to the soft melody played by his friend, while he imagined how these notes would blend with Teano's expertise on the guitar, Kieran's voice and his drumming.

      The listening went on for almost three minutes, during which time Malden was totally transported. He found himself re-admiring the painting by Cleora Stolteïska that hung on the living room wall. This creation and Sylvania's composition went so well together that he imagined one day he would be a painter of masterpieces and she a professional pianist, creating melodies around his world-renowned paintings. An exciting future, from which he exited as soon as Sylvania gave the last note of her essay. A few seconds were necessary for her to come back to reality. She took again a big inspiration, then she got up and turned slowly towards her friend. The window was left open, and a cold breeze crossed the room and shook her long dress as well as her hair. An image that stuck in Malden's mind and he swore to himself that he would paint this scene.

      - There, now you know my little music. I know it's probably too soft for what you're doing, but it's the best I have in stock right now.

 -      Sylvania, it's really beautiful. It's probably silly and simple as an opinion, but I don't know what else to add... Then, I don't play the piano, so I imagine that there are things to be revised, it's possible. But anyway, I really liked it. You know Kieran, he likes it when it moves a little bit more, but then Teano will be over the moon, you can believe me!

      - Do you think so? She asked hesitantly, as she nervously played with her fingers.

      - I don't think so: I know so! Will you show me some other things? Songs you learned with your mother for example, maybe we could rework some of them and see how to create other songs together from that!

      - It's a good idea. So, let's see...

      All afternoon long, Sylvania and Malden discussed and studied in detail different compositions, some of which they took care to select to present to Malden and Teano. Gradually, more than his ambiguous attraction to Sylvania, it was his passion for art and music that took over. He was very curious and concentrated in these tasks, as she was too.

      Since the time for him to be reunited with his family was fast approaching, Malden prepared to leave to avoid being late. But just before he left, Sylvania received a phone call that seemed to puzzle her.

      - An unexpected call? he asked.

      - Well... It's Annabelle. You know, the girl in Sara's class.

      He looked at her with a puzzled look.

      - Maybe it's her mother calling? I think she works with yours, right?

      - Not anymore. They kept in touch but... Well, wait. "Hello?" She says.

      "Yes, Sylvania? It's Annabelle. Sorry, we haven't talked in a while, but I've been trying to reach Sara and even her brother but no one answers! »

      "No worries Anna. But do you need anything? »

      "This will probably sound weird to you, but my grandfather came back from a long trip a few days ago. And you'll never guess: he brought back with him a Phelidus Tenebris! »

      As Sylvania turned on the speaker phone, Malden also heard the news. He struggled to keep his astonishment from being heard. The Pelidus, whatever their nature, were extremely powerful creatures and known to be dangerous.

      "A Phelidus? " Sylvania repeated, worried. "It's still very dangerous! Do the authorities know that this creature is here, in Lausya? What do you want us to do for you? »

      "She's dying and has little ones... six to be exact. That's a bit long, and I don't have much time. Listen, I wish you could come to my house together as soon as possible, you and Sara and the others. Grandpa will be there, he'll be able to explain. »

      "I... well, okay Annabelle. I hope it's nothing serious anyway. I'll see what I can do to keep them updated and get back to you! »

      "Thank you Sylva! »

      She hung up her phone and looked at Malden, stunned.

      - A Pelidus with babies... How often do you hear such stories?

 -      Even the participants of "War of the Alvists" don't have Pelidus! Malden added. The thing I remember is that his grandfather must be really good. Renyu says you can only find them at Failghost Manor. And do you know what they say about that manor?

      - Yeah, that it's haunted or something... We'll talk about it again, I should let you go before your mom gives you a hard time for being late. It's already a miracle my mom wasn't there today and we got to see each other, might as well not ruin the end of the day!

      - You're right, I'm leaving. I forgot one thing! I think you're meeting Teano later on, right?

      - Yes, and he has to spend the night at Renyu's house right after.

      - You can tell him that I did some research the other day, and I found a luthier that might be of interest to him, since he wanted to try his hand at the electric guitar.

      With that, Malden and Sylvania parted ways. He walked through the spacious corridors of the building before finding himself outside, taken by the temperature which seemed to have dropped a few degrees compared to the early afternoon. Happy with this exciting afternoon, he then thought about what he would learn when he arrived at the hospital with his family. If Melva remembered him, at least for a few seconds during the visit, nothing could make him happier. But Malden refused to deny it. With his headphones in, he shuffled along, his imagination conjuring up the worst scenarios about his sister's shattered memory. His mood wavered again.

      When he arrived home, his parents were getting ready to leave. Sawako was already ready, a long dark blue leather coat on her back and her black hair done up in a neat bun. Aware of her brother's difficulty in dealing with this situation, she simply patted him on the shoulder and gave him a hug.

      - Don't worry Maldou, she'll remember us one day. The more we go to see her, the more it will help her.

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Smiles

 A good two hours had passed after Sara had left. On his laptop, Kieran had chosen to change the music. A calmer atmosphere spread through the room. A mixture of melancholy and bitterness. It was "Way to Go" by the band "Empire of the Sun". He was in bed, on his back, with a red pillow over his face. It had been several weeks since Sara had been cracking down on his behavior. Already that he supported badly this natural authority, in this recent period, that became for him too smothering. "Seriously, what does she care if I miss my life? " He asked himself in various ways, since he had locked himself in his room.

Enervé, he then seized his pillow and threw it on the door of his room with all his strength while letting escape a light growl. A message arrived on his cell phone, which he opened immediately.

 "Still ok for tonight at home? :) »

 It was Malden, one of his best friends. They were putting together a band, accompanied by another friend, Teano. On a good day, Sara would come and watch them play with the rest of the band. The two boys had met a few years earlier when they joined the athletics club for the youth of Lausya.

 "Yeah, that's good. See you soon."

 "No smiley face? Are you sure you're ok? :o ! »

 "I tell you when we meet"

 "Okay! »

 Just as he was about to leave his bed, his mother knocked loudly on the door.

- What? Kieran shouted, not without making his annoyance heard.

- Kié, Amaëlle has arrived for your class. She's waiting for you in the living room, come.

 Kieran took his head in his hands and took a deep breath. Then, holding his breath, he rushed to the pillow he had just thrown and started screaming into it with all his might. After that, he grabbed it and slammed it to the ground several times until he was out of breath. Kieran had completely forgotten that Amaëlle had to come. He was no longer willing. It was wearing him down, especially with the altercation he had just had.

      Five minutes were enough for Amaëlle's presence to leave his mind. Kieran had turned on the music and was strolling in the room. Calmly, she knocked and opened the door.

- Can I come in? she asked very gently.

      Without stopping his activities, Kieran nodded. Amaëlle took off the long fir-colored coat she was wearing, as well as her beret of the same color, to put them on her bed. Her long ebony hair was styled in a lovely bun, while her azure eyes always seemed to shine. Without saying a word, she sat down on her student's computer chair and crossed her legs, swinging her green pumps to the music. Aware that something was wrong, Amaëlle took care to close the door behind her.

      She was a holoron with syor skin, very lightly made up. While she was also bobbing her head from left to right as she played the notes, Kieran watched the reflection of the light come and go on her face, which was like a vase of earthenware. This detail amused him. He addressed a very weak smile to her, then rose to turn off the music before returning to his bed.

- You don't look so good. Your mother told me about you and Sara. I passed her on the way over.

- Yeah, I'm sick of her. I can't get any peace... she's a pain in the ass.

- Don't you understand that she is worried about you?

      He hesitated before answering, looking away to stare at the window before continuing.

- Yes, but it's been a few days... She's abusing me now. It's like she wants me to do what she does. I don't want to do that.

- You don't have to be like your sister Kieran, since you are not your sister. She just wants you to work on your speaking and writing skills and develop your concentration. You remember that you were the one who asked her to find someone to come and help you in the first place, right?

- I wanted her to help me, not order me around and embarrass me in front of the guys outside.

      Amaëlle gave him a pinched smile.

- I know the context of the situation. You didn't honor your agreement so that made her angry. Why don't you try explaining yourself next time? You are capable of having fun when everything is going well. Don't ruin it. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a big sister who takes care of you you know?

- I know. Kieran replied, very quietly.

- I have to help you tonight. It would be a shame if your sister paid me to just come and look you in the eye. But since you probably need some quiet time, I suggest we take less time than we planned. How about it?

      He nodded slowly and stood up. Together they went into the dining room and sat down facing each other. Kieran had dyslexia, as well as attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD). During part of his schooling, the manifestation of this disability put him in many difficult situations. His clumsy diction and impulsive attitudes were often the cause of mockery from his peers, and therefore a lack of confidence. It didn't take long for these challenges to lead him into bad company, and for him to participate in acts of vandalism in the city.

      Amaëlle - who was contacted by Sara almost three years earlier - committed to training Kieran through diction exercises, concentration exercises, as well as giving him vocabulary to learn from time to time, essays and other types of activities. She was a Nerial (Water) Aphorist and Atmologist, who was perfecting her teaching skills. She was 25 years old and was like a caring and always available big sister to them. Over time, Amaëlle gradually became a support to the Farrian family, rather than just a private teacher.

      That evening, she simply had him read out some gap-fill texts and comment on them, choosing his words carefully. Despite his bad mood, Kieran had been persistent and calm. He had cut in less often and only got up from his chair once.

      - You were exemplary tonight, even with that pig-headedness you pulled throughout the exercises. I am proud of you!

      Kieran did not answer for all that. Amaëlle always reserved him a small surprise after the exercises. This made him smile a little before she left.

      - I have something to show you. Call your mother too! She said, cheerfully, taking her wand out of her bag.

      - Mommy! I believe that Amaëlle will make a stylish turn!

      Fond of these little improvised shows, Naska rushed to come and see. As always, it was more pleasant to admire her performances with the lights off. Kieran then pressed the switch and sat down on the leather sofa of the living room, stamping with impatience. His good mood had returned, at least until he saw this.

    Amaëlle's tall, slender figure now stood before them, wand in hand, against the light of the hallway. In silence, she seemed to start writing in the air. The ystic symbols - the language of the mystic - gradually took shape, like threads of smoke of a dreamy turquoise blue. The colors were reflected in the eyes of Kieran and Naska, revealing their fascination. They could read "I am extremely proud of you". Amaëlle waited a few seconds, then drew a circle around the letters of Menha that she had formed. Little by little, she formed signs with her fingers, which stretched the circle into a thick bubble of water. She then took a deep breath before blowing very gently on it. The bubble with the magic letters went towards Kieran. When it reached the tip of his nose, it burst.

    Suddenly, a festival of positive and deep

emotions invaded him. He felt an intense and yet discreet joy, a certain fullness and a lot of admiration. Amazed, Naska turned the light back on and gave a big smile to Amaëlle.

      - How did you do that? Kieran asked, impressed.

      - I learned it a short time ago, I'm perfecting it. An Aphorist's art. I tried to share with you how you made me feel tonight.

      - Wow! This is really classy! How did you get to be an Aphorist? Now I definitely want to do this.

      - I had to practice a lot! She answered with a laugh that brought her back to her student memories. You'll have plenty of time to find out if you want to become an Aphorist. It's not that I don't like your company, but I'm going to have to get out of here fast.

      - Me too," said Kieran. I'm going to Malden's tonight.

      - The building is on my way there, I think, do you want a lift? I'll go back to Welliyo afterwards, what do you say?

      - Is that right? So cool!

      - I've got your stuff ready, Kie. I put everything in the bathroom, in your backpack.

      - Go get it all quickly Kieran, or I'll change my mind and leave without you! In the meantime, I still have some stuff in your room.

      Before they left, Naska had prepared a small box with part of the dish for Amaëlle. Knowing that Sara hated boiled food and that Kieran often ate out, she preferred to offer her some of it.

      Once in Amaëlle's car, it was not long before Kieran's good mood faded again, which was not lost on the young woman. The snow had given way to a driving rain, which the windshield wipers struggled to clear from the window. Kieran remained silent, waiting patiently to arrive at Malden's house. -

    I have rarely seen you so worried and upset, Amaëlle admitted to him. It's not the first time you and Sara have had a fight.

      - This year, it's worse. She doesn't care how I feel. All she does is yell at me whenever she sees that I can. It's as if she's shooting me in the face every time I appear.

      Amaëlle paused to think of an appropriate answer. She herself had noticed that Sara was much more emotional when she had met

her before arriving at the Farrian home.

      - You know, your sister is growing up and starting to have other responsibilities. She's studying for exams and may have other concerns that we don't know about.

      - If she would just talk about it calmly instead of using me as a punching bag, things would be better. But as soon as I talk, I can see that she thinks I'm a jerk. You know, sometimes I wonder if she's just paying you because she's ashamed of me as a brother. I'm not sure she's really interested in my condition. But the idea of Kieran, the town jerk, being her little brother... that's got to be getting to her, so I've got to make some headway for her shitty little reputation.

-      Kieran...

    - I'm sure that's it.

      There were two minutes left in the journey, during which Kieran continued to express what he was feeling and thinking about the situation. Nothing would change his mind at the moment, not even the best of wills, and Amaëlle understood that. She stopped in front of a damaged sidewalk, littered with scrap metal and chewing gum. A few meters further on was a neighborhood where middle-class Lausans and Malden's family lived. Kieran opened the door to get out.

      - Thank you for dropping me off, Amaëlle.

      - Instead of thanking me, promise me something.

      Since he sensed that this would have something to do with Sara and him, he sighed quietly before answering her.

      - Well, okay. But it depends on what.

      - If there is any problem between you and your sister, or even if there is something else you don't feel you can handle, promise to tell me about it. I don't want you to carry this around by yourself. Is that okay? Even if it's not mine, at least talk to one of your friends. Even Renyu for example.

      - Oh no, not him. He's the first one to make fun of me for every mistake I make.

      - I forgot, that's true... well, is that okay?

      - Yes, I'll try to do my best. See you later, Ama.

      - See you later, Kiki!

      - Not that nickname!

      Amaelle laughed out loud. She stuck her tongue out at him, closed the car door and went on her way. These little light attitudes she could have reassured Kieran a lot, even if he didn't always say so. During the short walk to Malden's house, he lost himself in imagining what he could achieve if he ever became an Aphorist. The idea of making up for his lack of expression, of one day being able to show others that he could handle himself and that they should never have laughed at him, was a very pleasant prospect. Since he was young, he had dreamed of studying Fothîol, the Fire Atmology, to become a great adventurer. In various broadcasts, he had heard about the fighting contests between atmologists and martial artists, the squads of adventurers going to the famous Domains, where incredible creatures, treasures and the legendary Incarnations were hiding. Just imagining all that energy flowing through his body and intoxicating him, Kieran was ecstatic. This was the life he wanted to live, not just hang out in Lausya, go to college and argue with his sister.

    His phone rang as he approached the Cly

home.

      - Where are you? Malden asked

    - I'm on my way, I'm almost downstairs.

      - Okay, well, I'll be right down. Don't ring the bell, my father is taking a nap and it might wake him up. Then, my mother will bother me again.

      - A nap at 7pm?

      - Not always easy to be a gardener, I guess," said Malden, laughing. Well, I'm coming, see you soon!

    Kieran reached the big gate: a copper

fence several meters high, impossible to cross without having the right pass, or without ringing the bell at one of the numerous apartments that were piled up behind, in the big park. He saw the light of a distant hall, and someone opening the door coming in his direction. It was Malden. He had taken a worn red raincoat and an umbrella. When he opened the door, Kieran walked in without looking at him.

      - Hi," he said quietly.

      - It's a good thing Ama dropped you off. Why didn't you take something to cover yourself ?

      - I don't know.

      Without a word, Malden handed him his umbrella. The two boys continued down the hall without talking, and once they were in the elevator, the conversation started again.

      - Did something happen outside? Malden asked.

      - Nah, it's Sara.

      - Again? But that's all the time?

      - I guess so.

      Kieran still wasn't much of a talker. When they arrived at the apartment, they went silently to Malden's room. When Malden opened the door, he was surprised to see his brother emptying one of his closets.

      - Isaac, what the hell are you doing in my room?

      The young boy was startled and stood up like a post in front of his brother and Kieran. -

    Oh oh...

    - What did you come for now? I already told you that I didn't want to see you here! -

    I needed a pen to write something and...

    - Don't fuck with me, there are plenty of pens everywhere! Just ask Sawako or Hayate!

    Akane, Malden's mother, arrived with a heavy step. She had long black hair, some of which fell over her face, and a dark, piercing, often angry look. When he saw her, Malden put his hands over his face and blew out a loud breath. -

    Damn, here we go...

    - How do you address your brother Malden? I've told you to talk different!

      - How many times have I told him to stay out of here?

      - You don't set the rules in this house! You don't pay rent, you don't do the shopping! If your brother has something to look for he does it, whether you like it or not! This is my home!

      - No, but he can at least ask me!

      - You weren't there!

      - Then he should have waited! -

    Do you have something to hide in your room to put yourself in such a state just because Isaac entered? Just because Kieran's here doesn't mean you can start messing with me, Malden, you hear me?

      Isaac hadn't moved an inch, watching the whole conversation carefully. A sardonic laugh escaped from between his lips, then he took a notebook out of his pocket before writing down a few sentences in a table named "Malden", and ran off. The argument continued for a few more minutes.

      - If you keep yelling like that you're going to wake up Dad! Malden said.

      - By now it's about time he got up.

      Still with the same energy, she closed the door and went to wake up Richard Cly, the father of the family. Kieran sat down on Malden's bed and laughed nervously.

      - It seems to be a good vibe in here too. - I don't know what's wrong with her right now, it seems like Isaac gets to do everything. And me, no privacy.

      - Why are you so upset about him coming into your room?

      - Because he lies and acts so weird. He writes things about me in a notebook and talks about them with Suzanne without telling me what they are. They think I'm a freak, and I don't even know why.

      Kieran frowned as he imagined the situation.

      - Okay, yeah. It's pretty weird.

      - Anyway, that's how it is. What about you and Sara?

      Once again, Kieran explained his altercation with his sister, and how he felt about it. The simple fact of being so little considered, and especially of being locked in by precepts he did not share, made him hateful. -

    Sara and I used to have a lot of fun, but I have a feeling it will never be the same. All he cares about now is getting rich and doing biology.

      - There will always be Teano and me just in case!

      - I know, but this is different. -

    I understand that, and I'm sorry. I feel like that sometimes with Melva. I feel like it's never going to get better. If you want, I'll talk to Sara if I get a chance. -

    You know what, we weren't supposed to meet for this tonight. We should put on "Alvist War"! We have a fight to watch. I'm tired of being pissed off from earlier, I want to think about something else!

      A big smile appeared on Malden's face. Without a word, he went to get his laptop and put it on the bed. "The Alvist War was a television program that was shown every evening, but was also broadcast on various platforms on the Internet. Atmologists of varying levels took part in clashes every venckelbuth, broadcast live, and this throughout the year! They judged the quality of the atmos used, their choice, and not necessarily the damage caused. On this night, a Heroine (Fire and Sun atmology) was to face a Cantator (Lightning and Lightning atmology)! Malden checked the website to be sure of the time of the confrontation.

      - There's plenty of time. I know they were planning to move the time exceptionally because of the problems with the GCA, but we still have thirty minutes.

      - Do you think your mom will let us watch this in the bedroom?

      - Either she'll let us, or we'll watch it in the living room with everyone else, or we'll watch the replay. - Oh, the replay sucks. I want to live the thrill of the moment, when you see them doing crazy things!

      - Yeah, I agree, but thanks to Isaac, my mom's all fired up tonight. I'm not sure she'll choose to be nice and leave us alone.

      A thought crossed Kieran's mind. He squinted his eyes and gave her a big smile without saying a word. - I don't like it when you make that face, Kié. What are you thinking about?

- I don't know, your mom seems pretty busy, your siblings too, your dad's in the coltard after a nap at the worst time of the day...

    - Yeah... so?

      He checked that Malden still had his shoes on his feet.

      - And so I'm going to use my superpowers.

      Without warning, Kieran leapt onto the bed, shut Malden's laptop and put it in his bag. He grabbed his arm and pulled with all his might. Malden slipped off the bed and rolled a few inches.

      - What the hell are you doing?

      - Let's go! I've got some more nanthilia at home.

      - You know how to talk to me.

      - You got your clip? Quick, grab it and let's go.

      Malden was still putting on his raincoat in the middle of the hallway. He pulled up his slightly baggy pants and almost tripped twice as he caught his feet in his shoelaces. Kieran opened the front door, when Akane's voice rang out from the other end of the house.

      - Who's going out at this time of the night? she shouted.

      - It's Malden! said Isaac, who was not far away.

      Already on the landing, Kieran signaled to Malden to hurry up. Seeing that his friend hesitated, he grabbed him again and pulled him with all his strength before closing the door behind him. They made their way down the three flights of stairs, nearly falling again several times. They ran through the park, opened the door and started running through Lausya. -

    This is what track and field is for! Kieran exclaimed with a laugh.

      - When I come back tomorrow, they're all going to kill me.

      - Just come home!

      - I can't spend my life at your place, how am I going to paint and do my sports? I have to see Sylva too!

      - We'll find a way!

      That evening, Akane made several phone calls to her son, but Malden never picked up. They had arrived home soaking wet. Naska was happy to know that her son would spend the evening at home, and especially that his boiled Yone would finally be consumed. When she asked why the boys had returned, a simple, poorly crafted lie had been enough to convince her.

      As Malden began to eat the yone with his pakato puree with pavarus and echex, Kieran pulled out the nanthilia he had hidden under his desk. For a moment, he remembered the discussion with Amaëlle, who told him that Sara was worried about him. He hesitated. But the memories of his screams and his persuasion about Sara's true motives came back to him. The wound that had been growing inside him reopened immediately, and anger rose. He got up to lock his bedroom door and rolled two joints. He gave one to Malden before lighting both.

      - It's going to start in a few minutes," Malden said after thanking him. Who do you think will win? -

    My money is on Syzia, the Heroine. Already, she's using Hanoma atmos that no one has ever seen. When she introduced herself, she said she had done a lot of research in Nelthis, with the Grimoire of Balance, and had spent a lot of time learning old Hanoma. - It's not dumb, but in a way, we've already seen Albert come through a few times and win his matches. He sings great and people love it. And don't forget that he also uses Hanoma, some of which he developed himself!

      - Yeah... It's tight though. But he's old Albert, I think he's over 60 years old. Syzia, I think she's even younger than Amaëlle!

      - So what?

      - People prefer to give their chance to the younger ones. -

    I hope they won't vote like that, it's not very fair. Or maybe they should make a "War of the Alvists - Senior Edition". That would probably be better. The older ones have so much experience in general...

    - Yeah, but they're usually doing the same things, so you don't learn much from them, I think.

      - Well, it's starting!

    The Alvist War took place in Susalia, in Sei-Galtar. A big kingdom often considered as the mysticillian capital. The credits were presented with a dynamic and very rhythmic music, and a short presentation of the candidates. Malden and Kieran were never able to sit still each time they found themselves in front of the show. For a few minutes, the show's host spoke about the situation that had caused the show to be moved. A group of arcanists called "Black-Wings", a branch of the infamous "Guild of Antis", had stirred up trouble for reasons still unclear.

      - Yes, yes, we know about that! Kieran persisted. I want the fight!

      The introductions went on and on, even though the challengers were known to the public. The two boys knew that this process was supposed to make the viewers reconsider their preferences and make their judgment more difficult. But with them, it didn't work!

    After long minutes, Syzia and Albert arrived at the big field where they would compete. They were given five minutes, after which the other challengers came to replace them for their own fight. At the end of the show, the votes would be revealed to everyone, as well as the decisions of the jury.

      - He's pretty good-looking for his age, Albert," says Malden. Well dressed, little jacket and shiny shoes, the little groomed haircut and all. The well-trimmed beard and the winner's smile.  -

    He is a nogdarr at the same time, they are always stylish! And Syzia is a class act too !

    It was a young anekionne dressed with an armor of Almandol and Helyor, where were engraved runes in hathôm language. The alloys with which she was covered shone with a red and orange glow. Her face was thin, her skin black, and her eyes a piercing yellow. There was nothing but cold determination, and nothing else.

      - Her chelicerae give me the creeps. Look, it looks like she cut them to kill the people she kisses. I can imagine her leaning over to kiss Albert and then bang: she pierces his cheek.

      - You're disgusting, man! You know that with our animal barriers, these things can't happen.

      - Yeah, but imagine: there, she puts him on the ground, he has no more Anima, and she comes to kiss him.

      While they were talking, the fight began. Without a word, Syzia rushed towards Albert while executing a series of signs with her fingers. When everyone expected her to deliver the kick she had enchanted with pink flames, a wall of pale green light blocked her path. Albert was standing in front of her, unperturbed, still smiling. He began to sing a short sentence with his tenor voice. Small emerald sparks began to converge in the sky. Sizya looked around, worried.

      - What a handsome kid Albert is! Malden exclaimed again. He masters, you see, he doesn't even have to move!

      - It's true, he's super stylish.

    As the lightning was about to strike Sizya, the young anekonia jumped at the last moment to avoid the blast. Several times, she tried to come back to the charge but Albert's protection was very strong. However, everyone could see that as time went by, her shine was fading. Soon, she would have broken this damn protection and could reach the old man!

      - She's going to make it," said Kieran. Everyone knows her, she won't let go.

    Rather than strike again, Sizya took some distance. Closing her eyes, she crossed her legs and sat on the floor, then began to levitate. The audience began to raise their voices. Kieran's eyes widened.

      - No? Is she really going to do that now?

      - It's a very good idea. If she invokes an afterglow, things could be totally different for Albert.

    Lest she cause too much damage, Albert readjusted his defenses by erecting variable shapes around him. Diamonds of emerald light, spheres, circles and a whole bunch of random creations weaving together and resulting in a magical and brilliant tapestry. The whole thing was nimbed with sparks and shimmering of all greens, which greatly impressed the spectators.

      - She better do something worthwhile," Malden commented. People want to be wowed, and Albert understood that. Look what he did.

      - Hell, yeah! He's really good, I'm starting to think he has a chance.

      - He's always had a chance!

    The art of the Heroines was to invoke afterglow from other times or dimensions, where various deities were believed to exist. The Heroines manage to channel the essence of the faith of these individuals across space and time, and invoke the crystallization of what they believe in. Thus, behind Sizya, the silhouette of a huge colossus was outlined by dots of pink Menha. A man of thick musculature, with a full beard and long hair flowing down behind his bare back. His face seemed marked by an unspeakable fatigue. He carried a forge hammer in his right hand and an anvil in his left.

      - I think I know this invocation," said Malden.

      - Which one is it?

      - Hephaestus. Renyu told me about it once, they had come across images and treatises from the Heroines' classes while researching the dragons of the Mystician. The downside is that it's not Hanoma! It's classy, but not as bold as Albert's creations.

      Hephaestus' remanence, once fully drawn, put his foot heavily on the ground. As he did so, a powerful, fiery shockwave crossed the battlefield. When it met the shapes created by Albert, more than half of them went up in smoke. Hephaestus raised his hammer and threw it straight at Albert. Opening his arms wide, he let out a mighty howl, ready to act again. Kieran and Malden looked at each other in amazement.

-

I'm not sure if summonses normally do that," Kieran remarked. Are you sure she's not doing a Hanoma?

      - I don't know, but it's really shocking. It could be.the remaining time, Albert and Sizya continued to battle, bringing to life phenomena as surprising as each other. The summoned Hephaestus remained on the field until the announcer announced the end of the battle. It was rare for the audience to make so much noise in the stands. The two challengers shook hands before leaving. Regardless of the outcome of the votes, they seemed to be mutually satisfied with the experience, and to have impressed each other so much. Kieran and Malden spent the rest of the evening watching the other matches, which were all equally interesting. 

      When the show was over, they decided to go to sleep, but it was impossible for them not to discuss everything they had seen. They spent most of the night talking about these incredible shows, and then they went into their most incredible daydreams. Every time they found themselves in complete darkness, they had this urge to remake the world.

      - So you want to be an Aphorist now?

      - I don't know. Now that I've seen all the fights I still want to do something else, I can't decide.

      - It was atmology, that doesn't prevent you from being an Aphorist on the side. It's a martial art. -

    And you, are you still in the idea of being an Inleier?

      - Yeah, I think it's going to stay. I like the idea of using my emotions to do something with them. I know that at the Inleier house, I'll get what I need. - Doesn't it scare you to know that you have to dip into your animal reserves to fight?

      - No, since I want to do lightning atmology as part of the healing. If I have a problem, I can fix it.

      - Or Sylvania can heal you! Kieran exclaimed in a burst of laughter.

    Malden laughed in his turn with an embarrassed air before kicking him.

      - You're an idiot! Anyway, she has a much better future ahead of her.

- Aren't you supposed to meet tomorrow?

      - Yes, she's got a few things to teach me on the piano. And then apparently she composed another song. Maybe she can join the band with Teano and us. It would be great if she could come with us, but she's still got some crazy restrictions with her mom...

    - You'd be happy if she was there, right, Kieran said.

      - Yeah, I'd be happy if she joined us.

      For the past few weeks, Kieran had suspected that Malden had feelings for their friend. Although he denied it, the young man was still very attracted to Sylvania, but the nature of this attraction was still very unclear to him. Only one thing was clear: something in Sylvania reminded him a little Mélva, his twin sister. He missed her a lot. Because of Kieran's teasing and this unsettled feeling, Malden fell asleep dreaming about them.

[lightsorigins]

An inefficient world

03 Marckabeth 2010

3:42 pm, Mysticiën,

Lausya, Estery High School

 Squeezed into an uncomfortable wooden chair, Sarasvatî had her arms folded. She had been staring at Madame Bigot, her biology teacher, for a few minutes. After having finished her tirade on a part of the course, this last one also observed Sara during a few seconds. The setting sun was illuminating her short jet hair and her strong gaze. She was imperturbable, yet everything about her indicated a latent irritation.

- Sarasvatî, do you have something to add?

 She sighed at length before answering.

- You send me sorry, but you can't understand anything in a class where you get lost in so many details.

- These details are in Sara's program. If you work harder, you'll understand more.

 At the agreement of his words, his gaze caught fire.

- That I work more? Me? In this room, I'm sure that no one understood a word of what you've just explained. You start to talk to us about how Anima and Menha work, and then you digress about your theories about the most powerful elements to bring down the Anima of our opponents, even though we are not even atmologists. It had nothing to do with the beginning of the session, and we haven't even been given a lecture on the primary elements yet!

- Sara...

- Don't expect me to believe that your assumptions about how things work are part of the program. Everyone here knows that you were not a high school teacher last year.

 Madame Bigot was a red-headed meïlith with very light blue skin. Her big green eyes opened more and more to Sara's insolence. Discreet and kind, she had indeed shown for some sessions difficulties in giving her course in a sufficiently clear manner. Suddenly, she gave a big blow on her desk with the flat of her hand.

- Enough! You will bring me your notebook at the bell. I cannot accept such behavior in this room. Class representative or good student, I don't care!

- Instead, say that you are unable to accept reality and the criticisms that go against your ineffective methods," Sara replied before taking out her notebook and putting it at the end of the table.

- Pardon? exclaimed the professor.

- Nothing. Nothing that you wouldn't be able to hear.

      She was dying to make him swallow her tongue with an atmos. Something that would have made her feel like making a fool of herself in front of all those students, but Laura Bigot would be in big trouble with the Grand Council of Atmology if she did so. However, she could already see herself joining hands, forming a skillful circle and whispering "Totopo lu hodo". A wooden cocoon would then have formed around Sarasvatî, who would have had no choice but to keep quiet. The pupils would then have said to each other "It is not necessary to joke with Mrs. Bigot! ». She would have earned the respect she had hoped for, continued her course and shared her intelligent theories on the functioning of the elements. Yet, instead...

- What's up? Are you going to take this notebook, yes or no? Instead of standing stupidly in front of me staring at me.

- Leave this room immediately Sara. You will have a report that you will remember for a long time. I would have liked to talk with you calmly, but it is obviously not possible.

- Anyway, it's going to ring. I would have liked to avoid this with you, but it seems to me that we have already talked about this problem. I won't be able to get a higher education with your damn theories. You simply have no right to do that. I'll talk to the director about it tomorrow. I'll see you soon.

       Madame Bigot kept talking, but Sara had already moved on. Then the bell rang. It was an unpleasant, strident, repetitive sound that she had never enjoyed hearing. She grabbed her black leather jacket and put it over her long sky-blue dress. Grabbing her bag, she walked towards the exit, expressionless. Her step was heavy, fast and sure. She didn't greet anyone and stopped at the door. Once in the hallway, Sara stretched out her arm and let her diamond shûmberr skin handbag dangle nimbly from her fingertips. Staring down at the large alley, a long sigh of impatience escaped from between her lips. Suddenly, a young sygreliad with long blond hair rushed towards her and grabbed her bag.

- Sorry Sara, I hadn't finished writing everything down. Damn, your bag is heavy today, what did you put in it?

- It's the weight of Madame Bigot's bullshit, did you see how it weighs?

  Annabelle smiled an embarrassed smile at him. Sara mimicked her expression by mimicking a despicable nonsense before continuing.

- Where's Marvin? Is he going to suck up to miss bullshit, or is he going to show up?

  A large wazardin with a tousled coat ran out of the room, jostling Sara and Annabelle as they passed by. He stumbled a few seconds later, knocking over all of his comrade's things in the hallway. His ruby eyes were lost in Sara's, who stared at him without blinking.

- Ah shit, I thought you two had left," he said, laughing and nervously scratching his head.

- Marvin, I think I'm going to destroy you and your whole family," Sara said dryly.

- But you still intend to continue to help me with the merçembuth history presentation?

- Maybe, if you pick up everything you just spilled in less than thirty seconds. After that time, I might purposely insert errors in your homework and insult the teachers to get you kicked out of school.

  Marvin swallowed his saliva and picked it all up, helped by Annabelle, who then picked up Sara's purse. They continued on their way out of the school. Snow was falling in large flakes on Lausya. It was a venckelbuth of the month of jalestar. This year's system was particularly cold. Every day, Sarasvatî, Annabelle and Marvin came home from school together because their homes were on the same road. Since middle school, the three teenagers had spent a lot of time together working on subjects in which they were struggling. Despite her bullying attitude, Sara knew she needed Annabelle's help in math. In return, she would help them out when they had arguments with other students, but also in other subjects where Annabelle and Marvin were not performing as well as she did.

- It took exactly twenty-four seconds to pick up everything," says Annabelle. That's it, you're saved for your homework Marvin!

- No, because you helped him so it doesn't count. So I'm not going to help you, too," Sara replied.

  Annabelle's face decomposed. The young sygreliad gradually slowed down her walk, when Sara suddenly ripped her purse from her hands.

- Oh, but we can't even laugh anymore? It's not possible that! I'll help you anyway, I'm not a monster ! We've known each other for a long time, seriously. You're the only two people I accept to talk to, stop being afraid like that for a little bit, otherwise I won't hang out with you anymore. 

- You'll have to excuse me Sara, but considering how mad you were at Madame Bigot earlier, it doesn't make you want to be more upset than that.

- You have nothing to do with it, I wouldn't be stupid enough to make you pay for miss bigou's incompetence. And what do you think of what I said to her? Did you understand what she was talking about?

- I don't know," Annabelle hesitated. I was interested in her ideas, but she did talk fast. Anyway, it wasn't going to last long. Do you really think that letting her talk a little bit about it from time to time is so bad?

- The problem is there, and you both need to think about it too. Like me, you would like to become good atmologists later on, wouldn't you? Imagine letting all of our teachers knock us out with their unproven hypotheses for five to ten minutes per hour-long class. Imagine, in total, how much time we will have wasted! That would mean that...

  Marvin grabs her by the arm and pulls her onto the road. Sara was so carried away by his explanation that she hadn't seen that it was time to cross.

- That would mean a lot of time would be lost," he added calmly. I know, it's okay. But only Madame Bigot does that. She is new, you said it yourself, and despite that she is still a good teacher!

  Sara stared at him before raising her eyes to the sky.

- How much did you get at his last checkup, Marvin? Honestly?

- I got 8 out of 20, and you know very well that I usually get half in organic classes!

- Marvin, you got 8 and I got 10, whereas in bio I normally go out with at least 16. She's not a good teacher. And I need a record that is relevant to my entry into the top universities in Mysticiën. I have tried to be patient, I have already talked to her about the situation but the very next day she does the same thing to me. I wish she had at least been honest and told me clearly that she would continue to do as she pleased.

- And if she had said that, are you sure you wouldn't have done something, like spilling all her stuff on the floor or yelling at her that she's just incompetent?

  Sara slowed down her walk slightly and began to contemplate the sky for a few seconds as a sign of reflection. Suddenly, her gaze returned to Annabelle.

- Yeah, you have a point. Are we still on for math tomorrow at 4:00?

- Yes, I have notified my parents. I leave you here, see you tomorrow!

  She walked away discreetly. Sara and Marvin watched the silhouette in the small white coat disappear in the distance towards the east of the city, rubbing her arms against herself to warm up before she could go home. Marvin patted Sara on the back before bursting into laughter.

- Hey, Marvin. Really, I'm going to end up killing you if you touch me a third time.

- You're not cool to make Annabelle carry your bag like that! Look how tiny and cute she is in her coat, she still looks like a little girl.

  They went the other way before Sara continued.

- I took advantage of this before she became a school principal. She will eat us all if we don't dominate her first. Look at her, with her little feet and her nice attitudes. She's hiding an evil genius, that's for sure.

- Aren't you projecting your own attitudes onto her?

- No. And you want to carry my bag instead maybe?

- I can't promise I'll never drop it if you let me do it, but we can always try, I guess.

  At the agreement of her words, she jumped up and down to try to slap him on the back of the head. Marvin ducked, and the two teenagers began to chase each other around town. The discussion turned into a brief snowball fight, won by Sarasvatî. In their bickering, they had reached Marvin's family home, which was still lying on the ground. Before he got up, Sara approached him with a huge amount of snow in her arms.

- What do you have to say for yourself, Mr. Notorious Criminal? she asked comically.

      Marvin concentrated with all his strength and a pink glow covered him. Sara frowned, wondering what idiocy he was up to. A few seconds later, he had taken on the appearance of Sara herself.

- Nothing. Nothing that you wouldn't be able to hear. "He replied seriously and solemnly, to imitate Sara's phrase when she had argued with their teacher.

  When she understood, she covered her face with snow and started kicking him. Marvin laughed and laughed for a good five minutes before getting up and returning to his original shape.

- Wazardins, you are really dangerous people. I hope you don't take my appearance to do anything in front of others.

- Given the sanctions that await me if I do that, it's better that I avoid. Well, I'm out of here. Get home safe, and don't kill your brother if he's done something stupid, okay?

- Yeah, yeah. See you tomorrow.

      Sara's home was a few dozen meters from here. All she had to do was cross a few roads, turn a couple of blocks, and she would find the park and then the building where she lived with her brother and mother. As she continued on her way silently, Sara got lost in her thoughts. She was still organizing her future, already imagining herself in a prestigious university, studying atmology as a Creator. The Creators combine the energies of Fire and Plants to fight and explore the world. What seduced Sara in this atmological discipline was the possibility of giving life to living creatures to fight at her side. Federating a team that she would have made entirely with her own hands... nothing could make her dream stronger.

    Suddenly, as she was walking at a brisk pace, her foot stumbled on a thick piece of carjaline, in the middle of a park that she travels home through every day. Intrigued, she stopped to observe it more closely. The thick black debris reflected an intense glow. She recognized the fragments of black tourmaline, through which the last rays of the sun were seeping, then she sighed at length. It was a mechanical arm, and Sara knew exactly where it came from.

- I guess it's not ironic to have one intervention a year since high school by the Guild of Renovators, while the mayor himself leaves his pieces of inventions lying around anywhere...

      She gave a huge kick to the robot arm. The noise resonated through the entire alloy. Sara looked a little further and recognized a hand also made of carjaline. Ecology was a cause that was close to her heart, also because she had become aware early on of the harmful effects that occur when no one pays attention to it. As she walked along the road again, she plunged into her memories. Many alloys and castings like these were not so easily recycled, and ended up impacting not only the fauna and flora, but also the people of Lausanne. As

    far back as she can remember, Oscar Fanghël, the mayor of Lausya, has always considered the town as an experimental field of choice to test his prototypes. No one ever really knew what he was creating so many of them for. No one ever knew why he did not stop despite the numerous requests of the people of Lausya, and even worse: no one ever knew why the GCA (Great Council of Atmosphology), or even the GCM (Great Council of Martial Arts), had never acted in the face of this problem. Still, some members of the Guilde des Rénovateurs came to the aid of the lausois, but with great discretion.

      Sara suspected well-disguised political shenanigans. She and other lausois knew that the ancestry of the Fanghël family was highly respected, had a long arm and could quickly come to grips with any opponent. This disturbing prospect probably kept many people silent. She swore to herself, however, that when she became powerful enough, Sara would make Oscar eat all his prototypes one after the other. She hoped that Annabelle, Marvin and her other friends would join her cause and that one day this city, and others suffering similar injustices, would become more effectively managed.

    She finally reached the square in her neighbourhood: a poorly maintained place, decorated with a few benches and children's games, half of which had been seriously damaged. Buildings rose up around her, as if they were contemplating her with all the coldness of the system. A cold draught suddenly woke her up, awakening a wave of shivers that ran down her spine. She clenched her teeth, cursed and started looking for her keys in her bag before reaching the entrance hall. Then a strange smell tickled her nostrils. She knew that smell well.

- Nanthilia? Seriously, some guys start smoking this early in the day?

      The fragrance was far too close for Sara to resist knowing who, in this neighborhood she knew on the tip of her fingers, was having fun rolling nanthilia joints. The local youth - and the youth from elsewhere - loved it for the fun and soothing psychic effects it provides. Sara then discreetly walked around the large building to the right, surreptitiously walked along the wall and bent down to see if there were people further away. She heard laughter, including one she could recognize from among a thousand. A group of four young boys sat on a bench at the back of the building and laughed loudly. She approached them discreetly. From then on, only a few centimeters separated her from the boys.

      One of them turned around and fell face to face with Sara. With a hiccup of surprise, he jumped up and tripped his butt first on the field of grass. She still had her arms folded and that imperturbable expression that described her so well.

- Oh damn it! cried the young man who had just fallen. Why didn't you say you were there, Sara?

      She didn't answer, then looked at another boy in the group. He was shorter than the others, had a black hair in a battle, big black eyes, and wore a red flannel shirt with white checks. He was the one with the nanthilia joint in his hands. His eyes were red with fatigue. When Sara saw the joint between her fingers, she raised her eyebrows without taking her eyes off it. The young man did not blink.

- Name of a kannidus, Sara. Do you want to become a cop for the GCs now or what's it like? You can shove your witchy eyes up your ass.

- Are you kidding me, Kieran? she replied.

      Sara moved towards him to rip the joint out of his hands, but in response, he backed away. She grabbed him by the arm and eventually ripped it off, threw it to the ground, and crushed it vigorously with the tip of her foot.

- We had an agreement between the two of us. You had to behave better and make an effort because I warned you about the consequences of this thing, and I find you three days later smoking with three idiots from the neighbourhood?

- Oh eh, that's good," replied one of them, ready to defend his cause.

      Feeling the anger rising, Sara turned to them as if to forbid them to dare to speak again. The boys preferred to stay there and walk away, stunned by the effects of the nanthilia. Sara began to feel tired and disappointed. She didn't take her eyes off Kieran, who, on the other hand, was very angry.

- You're really annoying when you get into it. I've already told you that this situation is my business! Why don't you want to get off my back, don't you have classes to study or whatever else you need to do in your corner with your nerdy friends?

      For the umpteenth time today, she sighed.

- We're talking about your future Kieran, I'm not doing this just to annoy you. I'm your sister, it's my job to warn you about the effects of these things! Do you realize that mercenaries and explorers use this to cause psychic disturbances on their opponents? Do you think it's normal to blow your head off with it?

- Yes! because it's my skull and I do what I want with it! I don't want to do mega-studies like you, me.

      She remained silent as Kieran assailed her with all her favorite phrases to express her desire for independence and freedom. Her tirades continued for minutes on end. In the hall, in the elevator, and until they entered the apartment. He slammed the front door with all his might.

- If you're going to sneak up on me like that all the time, I'm just going to end up breaking into someone else's house without telling anyone! I'm tired of having you on my ass, you understand that? You're pissing me off!

- You're not doing what you want here Kieran," she shouted back. You're fourteen years old, you're a minor, you don't have to make these kinds of decisions, let alone talk to me like that! And if you want to run away, I'm going to find you whether you like it or not!

      This time it was the door to Kieran's room that slammed. A few seconds later, he launched a hard rock song at maximum volume. Sara was about to tell him to turn it down, but when she put her hand on the latch, she heard him turn the key in the lock. She put her hands to her hair and growled in irritation before going into the kitchen. The room was dirty, dimly lit with a light that Sara often described as "too white. Tired from work, her mother Naska didn't always have time to clean the apartment. Kieran would never get down to it, and Sara was far too busy working on her lessons.Putting her purse on the floor, she abruptly pulled out one of the chairs and dropped herself on it, taking her head in her hands and closing her eyes. A warm smell of boiled yone permeated the room. Naska, was cooking. Sara hated boiled food. It was the worst day she could have hoped for.

- Then my dear, why did your brother go to his room? Why are you still arguing? she asked softly.

- I've already come out of a class given by a poor incompetent and when I get downstairs, I find him smoking nanthilia with a bunch of jerks from the neighborhood. I had spoken with him not even a week ago, he told me that he understood and that he was going to make an effort, and look what he's doing!

- Don't be hard on your brother, honey.

- But how can I not be hard on him when he literally doesn't care about the world?

- You know that the situation is not easy for Kié. He needs time to act, and he's a young boy. Give him some time.

- If I'm the only one trying to be a little firmer with him, frankly, it's not going to help him. At some point you're going to have to do something serious. Let me remind you that I'm the one who pays for the private lessons that Amaëlle gives him! I work two days a week to help with homework for those in difficulty, but also to pay for her lessons! It's not by getting high on nanthilia every night that he's likely to learn things and use his memory well. I don't want to do that for nothing, it also impacts me, you understand?

      Naska marked a time of silence. Busy with her dish, she grabbed a bowl of spices and poured a tiny part of it into the broth she was preparing. She then drained the fragrant rice before continuing.

- You should relax a little bit Sara. I know you do a lot, but you could ask Amaelle for an advance for the classes.

- No. I'm not going to do that. I just want Kieran to get to work.

- Be patient, there is no reason to get into all these states. You must not push him to leave the house. I will be sad if something happens to him.

- I am already patient. All the time. And so am I...

      Sara felt that no matter what she might say, her mother would remain relaxed, or at least pretend to. Between the loud music played in her brother's room, the smell of boiled yone that was going to make her nauseous, and that incarnation with Madame Bigot earlier, she began to think that spending the evening here would be a bad idea. So she went to her room and made a call to Marvin.

- Hello Mrs. Solenelle?" he answered.

- Marvin, can I come to your house tonight?

- It depends on what for. Like, if it's for the presentation, I'm okay with it.

- Do you have fresh choums? Do you still have your two controllers to play with? Do you have an interesting topic of discussion in mind?

- Wow, we have a real program here, don't we?

- Yes or no?

- Yeah, yeah, it's quiet. Are you sure you're okay, Sara?

- I'll be there in five minutes. I'm sleeping at your place.

- Well, okay. I'll see you in a minute.

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Pour lire en français, rendez-vous ici : https://www.wattpad.com/1036396187-mille-ans-prologue Prologue 18 Marckabeth 1017 20h07, Somewhere in the Mysticiën, - I always knew, deep in my soul, that I would one day be an actress in this play, which is as exhilarating as it is frightening. When I was a young child, your grandfather reminded me that I would have to work hard to get what I wanted. Yet all I wanted was the happiness of others. I wanted them to feel good, to see them smile and be happy. I never thought it would be so hard to get such a reward. I still have memories of those moments spent having tea on the terrace, of my first training sessions in atmology, even though they took place a little too early for my taste. I remember everything. You can't imagine how moving it is today, to know you are here in front of me. I have waited so long, so long dreamed of seeing you united, fighting together. I would have liked so much to see you grow up, without you being separated. My words are sincere, even if you doubt it. Really, although you are here today with the one and only purpose of getting rid of me, I feel happy and fulfilled. - I didn't think we would meet again in such conditions. There really was no other way, in your opinion? We really can't free you from these chains? - Do you think I hadn't thought about it before? Reality is a game. A huge game in which you don't choose your role. Neither me, nor you, nor the rest of you. When the game is over, all you have to do is start again. We will now know, from the four of us, who will still be there to play after our confrontation. I am ready to finish this game. https://www.instagram.com/p/CMHqHcGjEQW/?igshid=1dcgh0908rbsw

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I finally started rewriting Thousand Years (again, yeah, it's become a bit of a running gag). I'll try to post the chapters one by one on wattpad, every one to two weeks. J'ai enfin commencé la réécriture de Mille Ans (encore, ouais, c'est un peu devenu un running gag). J'essaierai de poster les chapitres un par un sur wattpad, toutes les une à deux semaines. #athousandyear #prologue #writing #fantasy #words #wattpad https://www.instagram.com/p/CMFn1vSDWAv/?igshid=144knjztrk10l

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Renyu Winglaûth was born on 15 Occholbom 1996, in the Mysticiën. He lives in Lausya with his parents. He is the main character of "A Thousand Years". At the beginning of "Thousand Years" he is 13 years old. Detached and distant in most of his relationships, Renyu is a self-centred teenager, not very diplomatic and often seems disconnected from reality. His extreme sensitivity pushes him to keep a certain distance, and his attitudes can be difficult for his peers to understand or expect. He spends most of his time thinking about the meaning of reality. For more informations about him, click on this link, or copy and paste it into a URL search bar : https://lightsorigins.fandom.com/fr/wiki/Renyu_Wingla%C3%BBth #worldbuilding #athousandyear #renyu #winglauth #novel #fantasy #young #boy #character #blackdesertonline #bdo https://www.instagram.com/p/CMCaBfvDZ84/?igshid=1nvrvbw7mjh31

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Teano Fanghël was born on 19 Marckabeth 1996, in the Mysticiën. He lives in Lausya with his parents. His father, Oscar, is the mayor of Lausya. At the beginning of "Thousand Years", he is 14 years old. Expansive, benevolent and magnetic, Teano is always ready to help anyone in need, or to offer a glimmer of hope to illuminate the darkness threatening the lives of others. The injustice and unhappiness of others touches him deeply, so much so that he can forget his own needs and think he can solve all the problems of the world. For more informations about him, click on this link, or copy and paste it into a URL search bar : https://lightsorigins.fandom.com/fr/wiki/Teano_Fangh%C3%ABl?venotify=created #worldbuilding #Athousandyear #teano #fanghel #novel #fantasy #young #boy #character #blackdesertonline https://www.instagram.com/p/CL465_2jKnZ/?igshid=1it4atiogzq73

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Sylvania Elzoh was born on 28 Fulmenol 1996, in the Mysticiën. She lives in Lausya with her mother and has never known her father. At the beginning of "Thousand Years" she was 14 years old. Of a prudent, reserved and disciplined nature, Sylvania is also seen as a holy figure among her relatives and family, who give her all the qualities of the world. Her lack of self-confidence and repeated anxieties often prevent her from trying new experiences. She feels extremely concerned about the well-being of each individual and follows the actions of the Renovator's guild very closely. For more informations about her, click on this link, or copy and paste it into a URL search bar : https://lightsorigins.fandom.com/fr/wiki/Sylvania_Elzoh #worldbuilding #Athousandyear #sylvania #elzoh #novel #fantasy #young #girl #character #blackdesertonline https://www.instagram.com/p/CLjuQL0DCq5/?igshid=1tptq87mo4syn

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Malden Cly was born on 18 Julmacchal 1995, in the Mysticiën. He lives in Lausya, the new "Drans", with his parents, two younger brothers and three older sisters. At the beginning of "Thousand Years" he is 15 years old. Sensitive and headstrong, he is seen as a child prodigy and gifted in most things he undertakes, except when it comes to keeping his cool. As one of seven siblings, he sometimes struggles to fit in and often fears being considered superficial and unhelpful by his peers. For more informations about him, click on this link, or copy and paste it into a URL search bar : https://lightsorigins.fandom.com/fr/wiki/Malden_Cly #worldbuilding #Athousandyear #malden #cly #novel #fantasy #young #boy #character #blackdesertonline #boy https://www.instagram.com/p/CLU4Fahjb7k/?igshid=ezxmz2s7ks03

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https://www.instagram.com/p/CK_5huxhM4u/?utm_source=ig_web_button_share_sheet Première illustration d'environnements, créée par @mavnis.draws. Voici donc la Forêt d'Arctia (plus d'informations ici : https://lightsorigins.fandom.com/fr/wiki/For%C3%AAt_d'Arctia) Un résultat dont je suis très satisfait, d'autant plus pour une première collaboration. N'hésitez pas à garder son compte de côté pour voir ses progressions ! wink https://www.instagram.com/p/CK_8uDcDxFz/?igshid=1ncz57smuto9e

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Kieran Farrian was born on 07 Aavrendac 1996, in Mysticiën. He was 14 years old at the beginning of "Mille Ans". Always present when it comes to having fun or not staying at home, he is a young boy full of energy and very expansive. If Kieran could spend his life eating, playing, sleeping and telling jokes, that's probably what he would do. Impressed by Spies, he wishes he could become one to discover secret and as yet unexplored places around the world! However, the immaturity and lack of rigour that describe him regularly take him away from his fantastic dreams. For more informations about him, click on this link, or copy and paste it into a URL search bar : https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/19mFc6Jkwl_xah6vVOUo0Ff1jKCto622x?usp=sharing #worldbuilding #Athousandyear #kieran #farrian #novel #fantasy #young #boy #character #blackdesertonline #bdo https://www.instagram.com/p/CK-FMgXjFL_/?igshid=hysgkcohxuay

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Sarasvatî (Sara) Farrian was born on 06 Decherdil 1993, in the Mysticiën. At the beginning of "A Thousand Years", she was 16 years old. She has an assured character and a strong charisma, nothing and nobody stops her when she has an idea in mind. Living alone with her younger brother Kieran and her mother Naska, she dreams of one day becoming a member of the Atmology's Great Counsil and ensuring financial security for her family. Passionate about biological sciences and politics, she spends most of her time thinking about the most important plans for her future and moving forward to achieve them quickly. She regrets having to wait another two years before she can embark on her favourite atmological discipline: the Creator's Way. #worldbuilding #Athousandyear #entj #sarasvati #farrian #novel #fantasy #young #girl #character #blackdesertonline #bdo https://www.instagram.com/p/CKo8v_6DGxG/?igshid=1uqybwou7qa6a

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