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Okay so I don't see a lot of telugu requests on your page (I belive there is exactly one other request which is kinda sad since it has so much potential), so I decided to approach you with a request offering hehehe.

Hear me out on this- a alluri sitaramaraju x y/n fiction where they're childhood sweethearts but in the attack from the British that killed his mother I think, ramaraju watches y/n smash her head against a rock. Everyone thinks she's dead except for ram who can fell that she's alive. She lives on with amnesia while ram desperately searches for her, till he finds her and is heartbroken to find out that she doesn't remember him. So he decides to take her on a secret journey where he attempts to return her memories to her.

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HERE IT IS, ENJOY!!!

Memories ~ A. Sitarama raju ~

Memories

Paring: Alluri Sitarama Raju x Fem! Reader

Type/Words: Massive fucking oneshot~10.8k Words

Summary: In which childhood sweethearts Alluri Sitaramaraju and Y/n, separated by Y/n's amnesia and years apart, embark on a poignant journey to rekindle their lost love. Ram's relentless search for her culminates in a chance encounter in a bustling market, offering a glimmer of hope to unravel Y/n's forgotten memories and reunite their hearts.

TW!!: Violence, Amnesia, Pursuit, Religion, Injury, Separation, Memory-loss, the back-drop of british colonisation, let me know if I missed any!!

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In the picturesque village of Vemulawada, nestled amidst rolling hills and lush forests, two souls were destined to be inseparable from the moment they took their first breaths. Alluri Ramaraju, with his unruly hair and a sparkle of mischief in his eyes, and Y/n, a gentle spirit with a radiant smile, had been friends since their earliest memories.

Their bond was extraordinary, a connection that defied the boundaries of ordinary friendships. From the time they were in diapers, their paths were intertwined, and they navigated the journey of life together, hand in hand.

Their love story began in the simplest of ways—two toddlers playing in the village square, kicking up dust and chasing after butterflies. As Y/n stumbled over a pebble, Ramaraju reached out, his tiny hand catching her arm in the nick of time.

"You okay?" he asked, his eyes reflecting the innocence of childhood.

Y/n nodded, her face lighting up with a smile. "Thank you, Ramu."

And so, their friendship was sealed, one that would flourish into a love that transcended time itself.

As they grew older, their adventures became more daring. They explored the dense forests surrounding their village, forging secret hideaways where they shared whispered secrets and dreams of the future. It was during one of these escapades that their bond deepened.

Sitting beneath a sprawling banyan tree, its roots winding like ancient secrets beneath the earth, Ramu turned to Y/n, his eyes filled with an earnest intensity that belied his young age.

"Y/n," he began, his voice hushed as if sharing a sacred truth, "Do you know what they say about the stars?"

Y/n tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. "What do they say, Rama?"

"They say that each star is a promise," he explained. "And when we wish upon them, those wishes have the power to come true."

The night sky above them was a tapestry of stars, each one a beacon of hope. Ram pointed to a particularly bright one.

"That star there," he continued, "that's our star, Y/n. It's our promise to each other."

Y/n followed his gaze, her heart swelling with emotion. "Our promise?"

Ram nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "That we'll always be together, no matter what."

Y/n's response was a soft smile that conveyed more than words ever could. It was a silent vow, an unspoken agreement that their hearts were forever entwined.

Their days were filled with laughter, exploration, and shared secrets. They swam in the village pond, raced through the meadows, and climbed trees to pluck the juiciest mangoes. Every moment spent together was cherished, and their love for each other grew like the tallest of sunflowers, reaching ever higher.

One sunny afternoon, as they rested beneath the shade of their favourite banyan tree, Y/n looked at Ram with a twinkle in her eye. "Ramu, I have something for you."

Ram's curiosity was piqued as he turned to her. "What is it, Y/n?"

With great care, Y/n reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, intricately carved stone. It was a smooth, heart-shaped gem, its colours shimmering in the dappled sunlight.

"It's for you," she said, handing it to him.

Ram's eyes widened with delight as he held the stone in his palm, its cool surface warming under his touch. "Y/n, it's beautiful. Thank you."

"It's a piece of my heart," Y/n confessed, her cheeks tinged with a blush. "So, you'll always have a part of me with you."

Their bond was sealed that day with a simple gift, a token of their affection that held more meaning than any words could convey. It was a promise etched in stone, a vow of a love that would endure.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over their village, Ram and Y/n knew that their bond was unbreakable. They were childhood sweethearts, and their love would carry them through the trials and tribulations that lay ahead.

Their days were filled with shared secrets, dreams of the future, and the certainty that their love would stand the test of time. Their journey together had only just begun, and they were ready to face whatever the future held, hand in hand.

As the years passed, their love would deepen and evolve, but the innocence and purity of their childhood bond would remain the foundation upon which their love story was built.

The village was a tapestry of life, woven with threads of love, tradition, and the timeless connection between Ram and Y/n. Their love story, like the winding river that flowed through their village, was destined to meander through the hills and valleys of life, and its waters would nourish their souls for eternity.

They shared dreams of becoming brave warriors like the heroes of their village, of exploring lands far beyond their hills, and of always being together. Their conversations were filled with laughter and hope, painting a picture of a future they could hardly wait to embrace.

As the years passed, the love between Ram and Y/n continued to grow, much like the towering trees in the forest that surrounded their village. They were inseparable, their hearts forever bound by the promise they had made beneath the starry sky. Their shared dreams and whispered secrets painted a future filled with hope and love.

Their conversations were a refuge from the world around them, a sanctuary where they could be themselves without judgment or pretence. They talked about everything, from the mysteries of the universe to the intricacies of their village.

One sunny afternoon, as they sat by the village pond, their feet dipped into the cool water, Y/n turned to Ram with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Ramu, do you ever wonder what lies beyond these hills? What adventures await us in the world beyond?"

Ram gazed at the distant hills, his thoughts drifting to the unknown. "Sometimes, Y/n. But as long as we're together, I'm not afraid of anything out there."

Y/n smiled, her fingers trailing through the water, creating ripples that mirrored the movement of their hearts. "That's why I'm not afraid either, Ramu. We'll face the world together."

Their dreams were not limited to their village. They imagined themselves as heroes, protecting their loved ones and their homeland from any threats that might arise. Ram would often swing a makeshift wooden sword, pretending to be a valiant warrior, while Y/n would stand by his side, her eyes filled with admiration.

Their innocence was a beautiful tapestry of shared moments and unspoken affection. They revelled in the simple joys of life, like chasing fireflies on warm summer evenings and lying on the grass, watching clouds transform into whimsical shapes.

But fate had other plans, and the tranquillity of their village was soon disrupted by rumblings of danger on the horizon. The British Empire, with its far-reaching ambitions, cast a long shadow over India, and the villagers could not escape the growing threat.

One fateful day, as the villagers gathered in the square to discuss the ominous news, tension hung in the air like a heavy monsoon cloud. Ram and Y/n stood together, their hands tightly clasped, drawing strength from each other's presence.

The village elder, a wise and weathered figure, addressed the crowd. "My fellow villagers, we have received word that the British are advancing towards our lands. We must prepare for their arrival and protect our way of life."

Fear rippled through the assembly, and worried murmurs filled the square. Ram's grip on Y/n's hand tightened, a silent promise to shield her from any harm.

As the days turned into weeks, the villagers toiled tirelessly, fortifying their defences and readying themselves for the impending conflict. Ram, now a strapping young man, but still just a little kid, had become a pillar of strength in the village. He practised tirelessly with the gun, honing his skills to protect those he loved.

Y/n, with her nimble fingers and a heart full of determination, used her talent for crafting to create intricate trinkets for the villagers—a symbol of hope in trying times. She had never stopped carrying her heart-shaped stone with her, a constant reminder of her love for Ram.

One evening, under the moonlit sky, Y/n presented Ram with a gift—a necklace she had crafted herself, adorned with the heart-shaped stone she had given him years ago. Tears glistened in her eyes as she placed it around his neck.

"Rama, wear this necklace as a symbol of my love," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Ram was deeply moved, the pendant resting against his chest, near his heart. "I will, Y/n, always. It will be my talisman, a reminder of your love and our promise."

The necklace became Ram's most cherished possession, a constant reminder of the love that had blossomed between them. He wore it with pride, feeling Y/n's presence with him always.

But as the threat of the British grew more imminent, Ram's protectiveness over Y/n intensified. He couldn't bear the thought of any harm coming to her. Their shared dreams of adventures beyond the hills were now overshadowed by the harsh reality of impending danger.

One morning, as Y/n was filling a pot with water at the village river, her mind lost in thought, a sudden commotion shattered the tranquillity. British soldiers on horseback thundered into the village, their red coats a stark contrast to the vibrant colours of the village homes.

Panic ensued as villagers scattered, seeking safety wherever they could find it. Ram, who had been tending to his daily chores, felt a sinking dread as he realized Y/n was not by his side.

He called out her name, his voice desperate, but there was no response. Frantic, he searched every corner of the village, his heart pounding with fear. His feet carried him to the riverbank, where he saw a horrifying sight.

Y/n, oblivious to the danger, was caught in the path of the oncoming British soldiers. With no time to think, Ram sprinted towards her, his heart in his throat. He reached her just as the soldiers approached.

In his desperation to shield Y/n from harm, Ram pushed her to the side, but in the chaos, they were trampled by several British horses. Y/n's head slammed against a rock, and blood began to flow, staining her clothes and the earth beneath her.

Ram, dazed but with adrenaline coursing through his veins, gathered Y/n into his arms, cradling her head gently. He begged her to stay with him, to not leave him alone.

The other villagers, realizing the peril they were in, rushed to the scene. Two adults, fearing the worst, forcefully pulled Ram away from Y/n, their faces filled with sorrow.

"Let us tend to her, Ram," one of them said, his voice heavy with grief.

Ram fought against their hold, tears streaming down his face. "Please, you have to save her. She can't leave me. She's everything."

But he was overpowered, and he watched helplessly as Y/n was carried away from him. The world around him blurred, and the sound of his own anguished cries echoed in his ears.

The days that followed the tragic incident at the village river were a blur of anguish and despair for Ram. He couldn't bear to be without Y/n, the love of his life, the one who had given him her heart and soul. Every corner of their village, every path they had walked together, was a painful reminder of her absence.

As Y/n lay unconscious, her head injury severe, the villagers had rushed her to the care of the local healer. Ram sat by her bedside day and night, his heart heavy with worry. He couldn't lose her. She was not just a part of his life; she was his life.

The healer, a wise woman, did everything in her power to nurse Y/n back to health. Villagers prayed fervently for her recovery, knowing that her survival was essential not just for her loved ones but for the entire village. Y/n was a beacon of hope, a symbol of resilience in the face of adversity.

Especially for young Ram. They feared what would happen to him if Y/n were to ever die.

Weeks turned into months, and Y/n's condition remained critical. She lay in a state of unconsciousness, her memory locked away in the recesses of her injured mind. Her once vibrant smile had been replaced by the pallor of illness.

Ram visited her every day, his eyes filled with love and despair. He spoke to her, whispered words of encouragement, and told her stories of their adventures together. He shared his dreams with her, hoping that somewhere deep within her, she would hear him and return to him

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One particularly gloomy evening, as the rain poured outside, Ram sat by Y/n's bedside, his voice trembling with emotion. "Y/n, do you remember the stars? Our star, the one we made our promise on?"

He reached for the necklace she had given him, the heart-shaped stone catching the dim light of the room. Tears welled up in his eyes as he held it close to his heart.

"Look, Y/n," he continued, his voice cracking, "I've kept our promise. I carry your heart with me, always. Please, wake up. I can't bear to be without you."

Outside the window, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. Ram saw it as a sign, a reminder of the storms they had weathered together and the strength of their love.

As the days turned into months, the village faced new challenges. The British presence loomed larger, and their demands on the villagers grew more oppressive. Ram, once a carefree young man, had become a symbol of resistance. He organized secret meetings, rallying the villagers to protect their way of life.

But with each passing day, his heart ached for Y/n. He couldn't be the hero he wanted to be if she was not by his side. The world outside their village had become a battleground, and he longed for the comfort and warmth of her presence.

Meanwhile, Y/n's fate had taken an unexpected turn. When the villagers had been forced to retreat, leaving her unconscious by the river one fateful day, she was discovered by a group of travelling Hindu priests who were passing through the area. They were on a pilgrimage, seeking spiritual enlightenment and performing sacred rituals.

Seeing Y/n alone and injured, they assumed she was an orphan, a lost soul in need of care. Without hesitation, they took her in, their hearts filled with compassion. She became a part of their travelling group, joining them on their pilgrimage across the land.

Unconscious and severely injured, Y/n remained in their care. The priests were skilled in the healing arts, and they did their best to tend to her injuries. Days turned into weeks, and gradually, her physical condition improved.

But when Y/n finally awoke, she was met with confusion and amnesia. She could not remember her name, her past, or the village she had come from. The priests, kind-hearted and caring, did their best to help her regain her memory, but all their efforts were in vain.

As the months passed, Y/n travelled with the priests, visiting temples, and participating in sacred rituals. She learned their ways, their customs, and their beliefs. The priests became her family, and she embraced the life of devotion and spirituality.

Yet, deep within her heart, there was a void, a sense of something missing. She couldn't explain it, but a part of her felt incomplete, as if a piece of her soul had been left behind somewhere.

While Y/n embarked on her new journey, Ram's life had taken a starkly different path. Fueled by his determination to find Y/n and the burning desire for revenge against the British who had torn them apart, he had become a relentless warrior in the making.

He trained rigorously, not just in the art of combat but also in strategy and leadership. His village looked up to him as a beacon of hope, a symbol of resistance against British oppression. He had become a key figure in the underground movement, organizing secret meetings and coordinating acts of defiance.

But amidst the turmoil and chaos, his heart was heavy with the burden of uncertainty. He clung to the necklace Y/n had given him, wearing it every day as a reminder of their love. He refused to believe that she was lost to him forever.

His hatred for the British grew with each passing day, fueled by the memory of that fateful moment by the river. He swore to himself that he would find Y/n, no matter the cost. She was the driving force behind his determination to free his village from the shackles of oppression.

Ram's quest for justice and love would lead him down a perilous path, one filled with danger, sacrifice, and unwavering devotion. He would stop at nothing to reunite with Y/n, the love of his life, and to fulfill the promise they had made beneath the starry sky.

In the heart of Vemulawada, the village of resistance, Ram's days were filled with a relentless pursuit of justice and freedom. He had become a symbol of hope, a beacon of resistance against the British occupation. The necklace Y/n had given him remained a constant reminder of their love and the promise they had made.

Each morning, before he embarked on his duties as a leader of the resistance, he would hold the necklace close to his heart and whisper, "I will find you, Y/n. I will bring you back to me."

The villagers had come to admire and respect Ram's unwavering determination. His leadership had united them in a common cause—to free their village from the shackles of oppression and to seek justice for the innocent lives lost.

But despite the strength of his resolve and the support of his fellow villagers, Ram could not escape the profound loneliness that had settled into his heart. He longed for Y/n's presence, her laughter, and the warmth of her love.

Meanwhile, Y/n's life had taken a vastly different course. Under the care of the travelling Hindu priests, she had embarked on a spiritual journey across the vast landscapes of India. The days were filled with rituals, prayers, and the study of ancient texts. Y/n embraced this new life, finding solace in the company of the priests and devotees.

She learned to chant sacred verses and perform intricate rituals, her devotion deepening with each passing day. The priests, who had initially taken her in as an injured and amnesiac orphan, had become her family. She respected and admired their wisdom, finding comfort in their guidance.

Yet, no matter how content she was with her new life, a sense of longing continued to tug at her heart. There was a void, an emptiness that she could not explain. It was as though a part of her soul remained lost, a part she could not remember.

One evening, as she sat with the priests by the sacred fire, the flickering flames casting a warm glow on her face, Y/n turned to the elder priest, Guru Devanand. "Guruvugaru, why do I feel like there's something missing in my life? It's as though there's a piece of me that I can't find."

Guru Devanand regarded her with compassion, his eyes filled with understanding.

"Bidda, sometimes the past remains hidden from us for a reason. Perhaps it is the will of the divine that has led you to us. Your journey is a sacred one, and you are destined for a greater purpose."

Y/n nodded, but her heart still ached with a sense of incompleteness. She longed for answers, for a glimpse into the life she could not remember. And deep within her, an unspoken longing for someone she could not name.

Back in their village, the resistance against the British continued to escalate. Ram had become a formidable leader, and the villagers admired his unwavering dedication to their cause. He trained tirelessly, his body honed into a weapon of defiance. His resolve was unyielding, driven by the belief that Y/n was still alive and waiting for him.

One evening, as he addressed a gathering of villagers in a secret meeting, he spoke with conviction. "We will not rest until we have driven the British oppressors out of our land. Our fight is not just for our freedom but for the future we dreamt of—the future we promised each other."

The villagers cheered, their spirits lifted by Ram's words. They believed in him, and they believed in the love that had sustained him through the darkest of times. The necklace he wore, with its heart-shaped stone, was a symbol of that love, and it inspired hope in their hearts.

As the resistance grew stronger, Ram's thoughts often turned to the day he had last seen Y/n. He remembered the chaos, the horses trampling through the village, and the adults forcibly pulling him away from her lifeless form.

All because of the cowards who had left her at the river, fearing their own safety when a fresh wave of British warriors attacked. He had refused to believe that she was gone, that the necklace she had given him was all that remained.

The memories of their childhood, their innocent love, and the dreams they had shared haunted him. He longed to hold Y/n in his arms once more, to tell her that he had never given up on her, and to fulfil the promise they had made to each other beneath the starry sky.

Unknown to him, deep within Y/n's heart, a flicker of recognition had begun to emerge. It was as though the past, which had been shrouded in darkness for so long, was beginning to stir. She couldn't explain it, but there were moments when fragments of memories danced at the edge of her consciousness.

One night, as she lay in meditation, her mind adrift in the realm of the divine, a vision appeared before her. It was a fleeting glimpse of a village, of a familiar face with eyes that held a depth of love she couldn't comprehend.

She woke with a start, her heart pounding, the vision still vivid in her mind. It was the first hint of a past that had long been hidden from her. A pair of eyes saw through her, a pair of beautiful eyes that stirred her soul. She only saw the eyes, but she had no idea that they were the ones of her beloved Ram from before the accident.

The days turned into weeks, and Y/n continued to meditate and pray, seeking answers in the depths of her own consciousness. Each time she closed her eyes, she hoped to uncover more fragments of her forgotten life.

One evening, while meditating by a tranquil river, Y/n felt a gentle breeze caress her face. It carried with it the scent of wildflowers and the distant murmur of the flowing water. As she delved deeper into her meditation, the vision returned.

This time, it was not just the eyes that appeared before her. It was a face—a face that she had longed to see but could not fully grasp. The features were familiar yet shrouded in mystery, like a puzzle waiting to be solved.

With a sense of determination, Y/n continued to meditate, diving deeper into the vision. She saw glimpses of laughter, of shared secrets, and of a love that transcended time and space. The images were like fragments of a dream, beautiful.

The bustling market of Dehli came alive with the cacophony of merchants hawking their wares and the chatter of shoppers seeking the best deals. It was a world of vibrant colors, exotic spices, and the rich tapestry of life in the city.

Amidst the throngs of people, Ram moved with purpose, his eyes scanning the crowd in search of something he had yearned for over the years—a glimpse of Y/n, the girl he had loved since childhood, the girl he had lost but never forgotten.

Little did he know that fate was about to bring them together in an unexpected and thrilling encounter. As he wandered through the market, he saw a figure in the distance, a figure that sent his heart racing with disbelief and joy.

It was Y/n.

His heart stuttered as he blinked, convinced that his eyes were playing tricks on him. Could it truly be her? For a moment, doubt gnawed at him, and he wondered if it was merely someone who resembled the love he had searched for so desperately.

But as he drew closer, his heart leapt in his chest. There was no mistaking it—those graceful movements, the way her hair danced in the wind, and the familiar rhythm of her steps. It was Y/n, the one he had loved with all his heart, the one he had believed to be lost forever.

As the truth washed over him, Ram's steps quickened, and he couldn't contain the excitement that surged within him. He was like a man possessed, driven by an overwhelming desire to bridge the gap that had separated them for so long.

Without hesitation, Ram began to follow her, weaving through the bustling crowd with a determination fueled by years of longing. He couldn't lose sight of her, not this time. He couldn't let her slip through his fingers again.

Every emotion he had ever felt for Y/n came rushing back like a tidal wave. The anger and frustration at having lost her in the first place battled with the elation of finally finding her. His heart raced in his chest, and his breath came in short, exhilarated gasps.

He couldn't help but marvel at the twists of fate that had brought them together in this moment. The city of Delhi, with its labyrinthine streets and bustling market, had become the backdrop for their unexpected reunion.

But to Y/n, the man who had begun to follow her was a stranger. Her heart raced, and a sense of unease settled in as she quickened her pace through the labyrinthine streets of the market. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being pursued, that danger lurked behind her.

Fear gripped her, and she decided to lose him in the maze of narrow alleys and crowded stalls. Her feet moved with agility born from desperation as she darted around corners and through tight spaces, all the while unaware of the persistence of her pursuer.

Ram, determined not to let her escape, followed closely behind. The chase through the streets of Delhi turned into a thrilling game of cat and mouse. Y/n's heart pounded, her breath quickened, and the cityscape became a blur as she evaded her pursuer with a dancer's grace.

The sun beat down upon them, casting long shadows on the cobblestone streets. Y/n's thoughts raced as she continued to evade her pursuer, the fear in her heart mingling with confusion. Who was this man, and why was he so relentless in his pursuit?

As she darted into another narrow alleyway, her breath hitched, and she pressed herself against a wall, hoping to blend into the shadows. Her chest heaved with every gasp for air, and she dared to steal a glance around the corner.

Ram, now desperate to catch up to her, rounded the corner, his eyes scanning for any sign of Y/n. He could hear the rapid rhythm of her footsteps, the tantalizing sound of his heart's desire just out of reach.

For a moment, their eyes locked. Y/n's wide, fearful gaze met Ram's intense and determined stare. It was a fleeting connection, a silent plea that spoke volumes—a plea for understanding, for safety, and for answers.

In that charged moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Ram saw not just Y/n but the entire universe in her eyes—a universe of memories, of love, and of the promise they had made as children beneath the starry sky.

But in that moment, Y/n couldn't find the words to ask. She could only see a stranger in his eyes, a stranger who had pursued her relentlessly through the maze of the market.

With a final surge of energy, Y/n managed to slip away once more, her agile form disappearing into the labyrinthine streets. Ram, left breathless and disheartened, watched as she vanished, a whisper of a dream he had nearly caught.

As Y/n found a hidden nook in the market to catch her breath, her heart raced, and her thoughts swirled with confusion. Who was that man, and why had he been following her? The encounter left her bewildered and shaken.

Meanwhile, Ram leaned against a wall, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his composure. He couldn't believe that he had almost caught up to Y/n, the love he had searched for so desperately. His emotions were a chaotic whirlwind of joy, frustration, and a profound sense of disbelief.

The elation of seeing her, of knowing that she was alive, was tempered by the bitter taste of having lost her once more. He couldn't help but replay the chase in his mind, every twist and turn, every fleeting glimpse of her, and the tantalizing nearness of her presence.

His heart ached with longing, and his mind raced with questions. Who was she now? What had become of her since that fateful day when they had been torn apart? And most importantly, how could he make her remember the love they had shared as children?

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the market began to wind down for the day, Ram made a silent promise to himself. He would find Y/n, and he would make her remember everything, even if it meant facing the unknown challenges that lay ahead.

The first encounter in the market had left its mark on both of them, setting the stage for a series of events that would change their lives forever.

Days had passed since Ram had first glimpsed Y/n in the bustling market, and in that time, he had enlisted the help of his most trusted officers to scour the city in search of her. The necklace she had given him all those years ago had served as a beacon of hope, driving him forward in his quest to reunite with her.

The market was once again alive with activity, with vendors peddling their wares, and shoppers weaving through the narrow streets. But amidst the chaos, Ram's eyes remained fixed on one person—the woman he had longed to find.

Y/n moved through the market, her steps hurried and her senses on high alert. She couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, the eerie sensation that someone was tracking her every move. It had sent shivers down her spine, and she clutched her cloth-wrapped purchases tightly.

As she moved through the crowd, she couldn't help but glance over her shoulder, her eyes scanning the faces in the crowd. That's when she saw him—the same man who had been chasing her days earlier. He stood with several officers, all of them focused on her.

Panic surged within her, and she knew she needed to escape. Without thinking, she brought her cloth up to cover her face, hoping to obscure her features and make herself less conspicuous. But it was too late; Rama had already spotted her.

He pointed directly at her, and Y/n's heart raced. Without hesitation, she turned and bolted, weaving through the labyrinthine streets of the market in a desperate attempt to outrun her pursuer.

Rama was prepared, though. He had anticipated her every move, and he chased after her, his determination unyielding. The chase led them through a maze of alleyways and crowded thoroughfares, the gap between them narrowing with every passing moment.

Y/n's breath came in ragged gasps, and her heart pounded in her chest as she pushed herself to her limits. She couldn't allow herself to be caught by this stranger who seemed relentless in his pursuit.

Rama, on the other hand, was driven by a potent mixture of emotions. He was overjoyed that he had finally located Y/n, that all his years of searching had not been in vain. Yet, he couldn't fathom why she was running from him, why she appeared to be so terrified.

The chase continued, with Y/n narrowly evading Rama's grasp several times. She darted through tight spaces, her instincts guiding her through the labyrinth of the market. But Rama was relentless, his determination unwavering.

Finally, at the end of a narrow alley, Rama managed to close the distance between them. He cornered Y/n, his hands pressing against the walls on either side of her, effectively blocking her path. Their eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Y/n, her chest heaving from exertion, felt a sense of vulnerability wash over her. She was trapped, cornered by a stranger who had pursued her with unwavering determination. Her initial fear had given way to confusion, and she held her arm up, ready to defend herself if needed.

Rama gazed at her, his dark eyes locking onto hers. In that moment, he saw not a stranger but the woman he had loved since childhood, the woman whose memory he had cherished through the years of separation.

A rush of emotions surged through him—relief, joy, and a profound sense of longing. He couldn't contain himself any longer. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into an embrace that was filled with a love that transcended time and memory.

Y/n, her initial shock giving way to astonishment, was momentarily taken aback by the unexpected embrace. Her instincts told her to push him away, to defend herself, but there was something about the intensity in his gaze, the warmth of his embrace, that left her entranced.

And then, in that alleyway amidst the bustling market, something extraordinary happened—a flicker of recognition danced in Y/n's eyes. It was a tiny spark, a fragment of a memory that had long been buried, but it was enough to stir her soul.

She only saw the eyes, but it was a start, a glimmer of hope in the midst of confusion. Yet, before the moment could fully crystallize, Y/n, still unable to comprehend the situation, pushed him away roughly, breaking the embrace.

Rama, bewildered and breathless, looked at her, his heart torn between euphoria and despair. He couldn't understand why she had pushed him away, why she seemed so distant. But he was determined to find out, to unravel the mystery that had separated them for so long.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern and a hint of confusion.

Ram stood there, his breaths ragged, and his heart pounding. He had found her, Y/n, after years of relentless searching. Yet, her reaction was far from what he had expected.

Y/n, her eyes wide with fear and confusion, had been running from him in the bustling market. In his eagerness, he had grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a hidden corner of the alley to shield her from the British officers he had stationed.

She was panting, her chest heaving with exertion from their chase. Her eyes darted around the dimly lit alley, searching for an escape route, her fear unmistakable.

Ram knew he needed to calm her, to make her recognize him. His voice, although gentle, held an urgency as he spoke, "Y/n, it's me, Ram. Don't you recognize me?"

Y/n's brows furrowed as she looked at him, her gaze searching his face. "Ram? I... I'm not sure. You seem familiar, but I... I don't remember."

His heart sank at her words, a crushing weight settling in his chest. How could she not remember him, their childhood, their love? Ram had believed that finding her would be the end of his long and arduous journey, but now he realized that the real battle lay ahead—making her remember.

Desperation welled up within him as he reached out to touch her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "Y/n, we were childhood sweethearts. We grew up together. You gave me this necklace, don't you remember?"

He unclasped the necklace with the heart-shaped stone from around his neck and held it out to her. Y/n's eyes flickered to the necklace, and she took a hesitant step back, her hand covering her mouth as if to shield herself from the memories that threatened to surface.

"I... I don't know," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I don't remember anything before... before waking up with the priests."

Ram's heart ached at her words. He had hoped that the sight of the necklace would trigger a flood of memories, but it seemed that Y/n's amnesia was far more profound than he had anticipated. He couldn't blame her; it had been years since they had last seen each other.

As he stood there, grappling with the reality that Y/n did not remember him, disaster struck. The noise of approaching footsteps echoed in the alley, and a group of British officers appeared at the entrance. They had been alerted to the commotion, and their stern faces bore witness to the tense atmosphere.

Ram's heart raced, and panic surged through him. He couldn't let the British officers capture Y/n or separate them again. He had to protect her, even if she didn't remember him.

Without thinking, Ram grabbed Y/n's hand and pulled her behind a stack of crates, shielding her from the officers' view. He pressed a finger to his lips, urging her to stay quiet. Her wide eyes locked onto his, a mixture of fear and confusion in her gaze.

The British officers entered the alley, their torchlight casting eerie shadows on the walls. They scanned the area, their eyes narrowing as they sensed that something was amiss. Ram's grip on Y/n's hand tightened, and he held his breath, willing the officer to move on.

Seconds felt like hours as the officer examined the crates, shining his torchlight in their direction. Beads of sweat formed on Ram's forehead as he mentally begged for Y/n to remain still and silent.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the officer moved away, apparently satisfied that there was nothing unusual in the alley. The group of officers continued down the narrow path, their footsteps gradually fading into the distance.

Ram released the breath he had been holding and turned to Y/n, his eyes filled with relief. She was safe, for now. But the knowledge that she didn't remember him gnawed at him like a relentless storm.

Y/n, still trembling, looked up at him with a mixture of gratitude and confusion. "Thank you... for helping me," she whispered.

Ram nodded, his heart heavy with the weight of his unspoken emotions. Ram stood there, his heart heavy, as Y/n whispered her gratitude for his help. Her eyes held a fragile glimmer of trust, but the confusion within them was unmistakable.

"Thank you for helping me," Y/n repeated, her voice barely audible.

Ram couldn't help himself. He had to know, had to confront the devastating truth that was unravelling before him. His voice trembled as he asked, "Y/n, do you truly remember nothing? Nothing at all?"

Y/n's brows furrowed, and she shook her head, her expression one of genuine confusion. "I... I don't remember anything before waking up with the priests. It's all a blur, a distant haze that I can't seem to grasp."

It was as if his heart had been crushed under the weight of an insurmountable despair. The woman he had longed to find, the love they had shared, the memories they had created—it was all shrouded in a thick fog that refused to dissipate.

Ram's breaths grew ragged, and he staggered back, his mind unable to comprehend the magnitude of his loss. Y/n's face blurred before his eyes as he struggled to maintain his composure. He felt as though he were drowning in an ocean of despair, his heartache overwhelming him.

In that vulnerable moment, Y/n seized the opportunity to slip out of his grasp. Her fingers slipped from his as she stepped back, her eyes filled with a mixture of sympathy and sorrow. She didn't understand the depth of his pain, but she sensed that she had brought him to the brink of despair.

Ram, desperate to keep her from disappearing once more, reached out to grasp her wrist. His fingers brushed against her skin, but she slipped away like a wisp of smoke, her movements quick and graceful.

He watched, helpless and heartbroken, as Y/n melted into the crowd, her figure growing smaller and more distant with each passing second. She glanced back at him, her eyes meeting his one last time before she vanished into the sea of faces.

Tears welled up in Ram's eyes, and he felt a crushing sense of failure. He had failed to protect her, to make her remember him, to keep her from slipping away again. His chest tightened with anguish as he realized the enormity of the challenge that lay ahead.

That night, Ram sat alone in a dimly lit room, surrounded by empty bottles of alcohol. He drank to numb the pain, to escape the harsh reality that Y/n, the woman he had devoted all these years of his life to finding, no longer remembered him or the memories they had shared as children.

He stared at the necklace with the heart-shaped stone, clutched tightly in his trembling hand. It was a symbol of their love, of the promise they had made to each other beneath the starry sky. But now, it felt like a cruel reminder of what he had lost.

Tears streamed down his face as he looked at the necklace, his vision blurred by the haze of alcohol. But in that moment of vulnerability, something inside him shifted. A wave of determination washed over him, and he vowed to himself that he would make Y/n remember everything, even if it meant facing the unknown challenges that lay ahead.

With renewed resolve, he wiped away his tears and clutched the necklace to his chest. "Y/n," he whispered, his voice filled with unwavering determination, "I will find a way to make you fall in love with me again, to make you remember everything, even if you never know the lengths I'll go to for you."

Meanwhile, at the temple where she lived, Y/n lay on her simple cot, staring up at the thatched roof above. Her heart was heavy with unanswered questions, and her mind was haunted by the fleeting familiarity of the stranger in the market.

She had tried to dismiss it as mere coincidence, the ramblings of a man who might be mentally unstable. Yet, the memory of his eyes, the depth of emotion in his gaze, lingered in her thoughts.

As Y/n closed her eyes, she couldn't help but wonder about the man who had chased her, the man who had saved her, and the man who seemed to bear the weight of a painful secret. Little did she know that their destinies were inexorably intertwined, and the journey to unlock the fractured memories of their shared past had only just begun.

The sun bathed the bustling market square in golden warmth as a new day dawned. Ram, with a fresh sense of determination, had returned to the very place where he had last seen Y/n vanish into the crowd. His heart still ached from their encounter, but he refused to give in to despair.

With each step, he scanned the familiar faces of the market vendors and shoppers, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. He knew he had to tread carefully, to approach her with a charm that would ignite the embers of her forgotten memories.

There she was, standing before a vendor's stall, her attention focused on a display of vibrant fabrics. Her face, bathed in the soft light of the morning sun, seemed even more radiant than he remembered. Ram took a deep breath, steeling himself for the task ahead.

He approached her with measured confidence, slipping silently through the crowd until he stood beside her. "Good morning," he said, his voice carrying a gentle warmth.

Y/n turned to face the stranger who had spoken to her, her eyes meeting Ram's. Her gaze held a mixture of surprise and curiosity, her memory still clouded by uncertainty.

"Good morning," she replied cautiously, her fingers idly tracing the colourful fabrics. "Can I help you with something?"

Ram smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. "I couldn't help but notice your exquisite taste in fabrics. You have a discerning eye."

Y/n chuckled softly, the corners of her lips lifting in a hesitant smile. "Thank you. I've always been drawn to vibrant colours."

He nodded in agreement. "Colors have a way of bringing life to the world, much like a smile." Ram's words were laced with a subtle charm, and he continued, "May I know your name, beautiful lady?"

Y/n's cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment. "I'm Y/n," she replied, introducing herself with a polite nod.

"Y/n," he repeated, his voice tender as he savored the sound of her name. "A name as lovely as its bearer. I'm Ram."

Their eyes locked, and for a fleeting moment, it felt as though time had stood still. Ram's heart ached with the weight of unspoken memories, but he refused to let despair consume him.

Y/n's gaze held a spark of recognition, a glimmer of familiarity that danced at the edge of her consciousness. She couldn't explain it, but there was something about this stranger that resonated with her on a deeper level.

"Ram," she said softly, testing the name on her lips. "It sounds... familiar."

He nodded, his eyes filled with hope. "Perhaps our paths have crossed before, Y/n. Fate has a way of bringing people together."

As they strolled through the market, Ram engaged her in conversation, sharing stories and laughter. He regaled her with tales of their shared experiences in the city, carefully crafting a narrative that would ignite the embers of her forgotten memories.

They stopped by a vendor selling intricate jewellery, and Ram picked up a delicate necklace with a heart-shaped pendant, similar to the one he wore. "This," he said, holding it up to the sunlight, "reminds me of the beauty of the world we live in."

Y/n's eyes fixed on the necklace, and a distant glimmer of recognition flickered within them. She reached out to touch the pendant, her fingers tracing its contours. "A reminder," she murmured.

Ram seized the opportunity, his voice earnest. "Indeed, a reminder of the precious moments we create in our journey."

Y/n's gaze remained fixed on the necklace, her thoughts lost in a sea of memories that lay just beyond her reach. She could almost feel the weight of a forgotten promise, a love that transcended time.

The morning unfolded with a serenade of words and laughter, and Ram continued his gentle courtship, hoping that each moment would bring her closer to remembering their shared experiences.

Days turned into weeks, and as the sunlit market became a familiar backdrop to their encounters, Ram and Y/n's connection deepened. Each day, they explored different stalls together, sharing stories and laughter as they discovered the hidden gems of the market.

Ram remained cautious, never mentioning their past, as he continued to court Y/n with a sincerity that touched her heart. His charm, wrapped in an air of mystery, began to work its magic on her.

Y/n found herself eagerly anticipating their meetings, her heart dancing to the rhythm of his words and laughter. Ram had a way of making the mundane seem extraordinary, and the world around them came alive with every shared moment.

One day, as they stood before a vendor selling fragrant flowers, Ram picked a single crimson rose and extended it towards Y/n. "A token of appreciation for the joy you've brought into my life," he said, his eyes holding a gentle sincerity.

Y/n accepted the rose with a soft smile, its velvety petals brushing against her fingers. "Thank you, Ram. You've brought a touch of magic to my days."

Ram's heart swelled with warmth as he watched her cradle the rose delicately. "The real magic," he whispered, "is in the moments we create together."

As the weeks passed, their encounters turned into shared lunches beneath the shade of ancient trees, stolen glances that lingered a moment too long, and the hesitant brush of fingertips. Y/n's heart began to beat in harmony with Ram's, and she couldn't deny the growing affection she felt for the charming stranger.

Their connection deepened, and Y/n's curiosity about the man who had entered her life like a whisper of fate only intensified. She found herself wondering about his past, about the mysteries he carried with him. And with every shared story, she longed to know him more.

One evening, as the golden hues of the setting sun painted the market in a warm embrace, Ram turned to Y/n. "There's something I'd like to share with you," he began, his voice soft and earnest. "It's a place that holds special meaning to me."

Intrigued, Y/n nodded, her eyes fixed on his. "I'd love to see it."

Ram smiled, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Tomorrow, at dawn, I'll take you there. It's a place where memories are born."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the market square, Ram and Y/n's hands brushed against each other—a silent promise of the adventures and emotions yet to come. The blossoming connection between them held the promise of something beautiful, something that had been lost in time but was now slowly finding its way back into their hearts.

The dawn of the following day brought with it an air of anticipation as Ram and Y/n embarked on a journey to the place he held dear. The sun's first rays painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, casting a magical glow upon the world around them.

Ram led Y/n through winding paths, lined with vibrant blossoms and ancient trees, their leaves whispering secrets of the past. The silence between them was comfortable, as if words were unnecessary in the presence of such serene beauty.

Eventually, they arrived at a secluded clearing nestled deep within the heart of the forest. Here, a pristine lake glistened like a sapphire jewel, reflecting the azure sky above. Surrounding the lake were blooming wildflowers in every shade imaginable, creating a breathtaking tapestry of colours.

Y/n gasped in awe at the sight, her eyes shining with wonder. "It's... it's incredible," she murmured, her voice filled with emotion.

Ram watched her with a tender smile, his heart swelling with happiness at her reaction. "This place has always held a special place in my heart. It's where I come to find solace and reconnect with the beauty of the world."

As they sat by the edge of the lake, their feet dangling in the crystal-clear water, Ram shared stories of his childhood. He spoke of days spent exploring the forest with friends, of laughter that echoed through the trees, and of promises made beneath the endless sky.

Y/n listened intently, her heart stirred by the nostalgia in his voice. While she couldn't remember her own past, she found solace in the memories he shared. It was as though she had glimpsed a world she had once known, a world where laughter and friendship were cherished above all else.

Hours passed like fleeting moments, and as the sun climbed higher in the sky, Ram and Y/n decided to take a stroll along the lake's shore. They walked hand in hand, their fingers entwined like two souls rediscovering a connection that had long been buried.

"Ram," Y/n began, her voice soft, "there's something about all of this that feels so... familiar. It's as though I should remember, but I can't."

Ram's heart skipped a beat. He had expected this moment to come, the moment when Y/n's curiosity would lead her to question the unspoken past between them. With a gentle smile, he replied, "Sometimes, Y/n, the heart remembers what the mind has forgotten. Our journey together is about rediscovering those memories, one moment at a time."

They continued their walk, their steps guided by an unspoken connection that transcended time and memory. Ram couldn't deny the growing affection he felt for Y/n, and he knew that their journey of rediscovery was far from over.

As the day drew to a close, they returned to the bustling market, their hearts lighter and their bond stronger than ever. Ram had planted the seeds of remembrance, and he was determined to help Y/n unlock the secrets of her past.

Their love story, once forgotten, was now being rewritten in the pages of destiny, and neither of them could predict the adventures and challenges that lay ahead. But they faced the future with hope, knowing that their connection was a force that could overcome any obstacle.

And so, under the same golden sun that had witnessed their childhood promises, Ram and Y/n walked hand in hand, ready to embrace the unknown journey that awaited them—the journey of rediscovery, love, and a shared destiny.

As the days turned into weeks, their bond continued to deepen. Ram was a master of subtlety, never pushing Y/n too hard to remember but creating moments of connection that seemed almost like fate. He introduced her to the flavours of their land, sharing meals under the open sky and teaching her the art of cooking traditional dishes.

Y/n, in turn, found herself drawn to Ram in ways she couldn't explain. His smile warmed her heart, and his laughter was a melody that echoed in her dreams. She marvelled at his kindness, his unwavering support, and the way he made her feel cherished.

Ram stood in the midst of his fellow resistance members, their faces marked with determination and resolve. The British occupation had grown even more oppressive, and their village needed to band together to protect their way of life. As he listened to their strategies and plans for the days ahead, his mind wandered to thoughts of a different kind.

One of his comrades, a friend he had known for years, approached him during a brief lull in the discussion. "Ram," the man said, "have you heard about the Western Ball?"

Ram furrowed his brow, genuinely perplexed. "The Western Ball? What is that?"

His friend chuckled. "It's an event, Rama, a gathering where people dance to Western music. They say it's a lot of fun. It's happening in a nearby town soon."

Ram's curiosity was piqued. He had never heard of such an event before, but the idea of dancing and having fun was enticing. "Tell me more," he urged.

His friend explained, "It's a partner dance, Rama. You're supposed to bring a partner with you. The dances are quite lively and energetic. I thought you might be interested."

Ram's thoughts immediately turned to Y/n. The idea of taking her to a Western Ball filled him with excitement. It was a chance for them to create new memories and perhaps rekindle old ones.

That night, as he lay in his modest room, he couldn't help but dream about the possibility of inviting Y/n to the Western Ball. He imagined them dancing together under the stars, their laughter ringing out like music. The thought brought a smile to his face, and he knew he had to muster the courage to ask her.

But he also knew that Y/n's memory was a delicate subject, and he didn't want to rush or pressure her in any way. The journey of rediscovery they were on was a gradual one, and he was willing to be patient.

As he drifted off to sleep, he made a silent promise to himself. He would find the perfect moment to ask Y/n to be his partner at the Western Ball, and in doing so, he hoped to create a new chapter in their unfolding love story.

The day of the Western Ball had finally arrived, and Ram stood at the grand steps leading to the ballroom, adorned in a finely tailored suit that accentuated his strong, confident presence. His heart raced with anticipation as he waited for Y/n, his thoughts filled with the image of the woman who had become the center of his world.

As the ball's attendees glided past him, their elegant attire and radiant smiles creating an air of enchantment, Ram's eyes remained fixed on the entrance. He knew that tonight would be a turning point in their journey, a moment that held the promise of rediscovered love.

The grand ballroom lay ahead, its opulent decor bathed in a soft, golden glow from the crystal chandeliers above. Couples twirled gracefully across the polished dance floor, the music a symphony of joy and longing. The atmosphere was alive with the lilting strains of a waltz, a dance that had transcended generations.

And then, as if the universe had heard his silent plea, there she was. Y/n descended the staircase, her every movement a graceful symphony. She was a vision of elegance, draped in a luxurious sari that shimmered like moonlight on water. The fabric clung to her figure, accentuating her beauty and leaving him breathless.

Ram felt as though his heart had skipped a beat as he beheld her. He was instantly head over heels, his gaze capturing the radiance that seemed to emanate from her. Her eyes, like two pools of deep emotion, met his, and for a moment, the world around them faded into insignificance.

Taking a step forward, he extended his hand, his voice gentle yet filled with admiration. "Y/n, you look absolutely stunning."

Y/n's cheeks flushed with a delicate shade of pink as she placed her hand in his. Her nervousness was evident, but there was also a flicker of excitement in her eyes. "Thank you, Ram. You look quite dashing yourself."

Their fingers entwined, and Ram led her into the grand ballroom. The atmosphere was alive with the lilting strains of music, and couples swayed gracefully to the rhythm of the waltz. Ram guided Y/n onto the dance floor, and they joined the swirling dance, their movements synchronized in a beautiful duet.

The waltz was a dance of elegance and intimacy, its steps requiring trust and synchronicity between partners. As they glided across the floor, Y/n felt a connection growing between them. Her apprehension began to melt away, replaced by a sense of belonging she couldn't quite explain.

The notes of the waltz enveloped them, and Ram's eyes never left hers. He led her with grace and tenderness, his movements exuding a quiet confidence. Y/n followed his lead, her heart beating in time with the music, a rhythm that mirrored the awakening emotions within her.

However, in the midst of their dance, Y/n overheard a conversation from a nearby group of attendees. They spoke in hushed tones, their eyes focused on her sari. One of them mentioned that her outfit seemed out of place at such an event, causing her to feel self-conscious.

The insecurity that had haunted her since her memory loss surged forward, threatening to engulf her. Without a word, Y/n abruptly broke away from the dance and rushed out of the ballroom, leaving a bewildered Ram behind.

He watched her disappear into the night, panic coursing through his veins. Without a second thought, he followed, driven by the need to find her and reassure her.

Outside the grand ballroom, under the open night sky, Y/n stood alone. Her heart was heavy with a mix of emotions—excitement, insecurity, and a longing for the memories she had lost. She stared up at the stars, their shimmering brilliance reflecting the uncharted depths of her mind.

Amid the twinkling constellations, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, attempting to calm her racing thoughts. Ram had brought her to this magical night, filling her life with kindness and laughter, and she couldn't help but feel an inexplicable connection to him.

As she contemplated the enigmatic stranger who had walked into her life, slowly, like a dream returning from the depths of slumber, fragments of memories began to resurface. They were mere whispers at first, faint echoes of a past she had nearly forgotten.

She remembered a pair of warm, compassionate eyes that had gazed at her with unwavering devotion. She remembered laughter, shared secrets, and a promise made beneath a starry sky. She remembered love—pure and innocent, like the memories of childhood.

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes as fragments of their shared history began to coalesce, forming a vivid tapestry of moments spent with Ram. The uncertainty that had plagued her seemed to crumble away, replaced by a sense of clarity and purpose.

Unbeknownst to her, Ram had followed her out of the ballroom, his heart aching with worry. He spotted Y/n standing alone, her eyes fixed on the heavens, and he approached her with cautious steps.

As he drew near, Y/n turned to face him, her eyes glistening with tears. The moment their gazes met, it was as though the entire universe had aligned. For a long, breathless moment, they simply stared at each other, the weight of their unspoken emotions hanging in the air. Recognition, love, and longing collided in their eyes, creating a bond that transcended the boundaries of time.

Without a word, Y/n leapt into Ram's arms, her heart overflowing with the overwhelming rush of memories that had returned. Her tears flowed freely as she clung to him, her voice trembling with emotion. "Ram, I remember. I remember everything."

Ram held her tightly, his own eyes moist with tears of joy. He gently wiped away her tears, his voice filled with tenderness and relief. "Y/n, my love, my heart has ached for you all these years. I've missed you so much."

Y/n poured her feelings out, her words a torrent of love and longing. "I love you, Ram. I love you more than words can express. And I missed you too, with every beat of my heart." Y/n buried her face in his chest, her body trembling with emotion. For a moment, they remained locked in a tight embrace, the world fading away as they clung to each other.

In the embrace of the night, under the watchful gaze of the stars, Y/n and Ram shared a kiss that sealed their destiny. It was a kiss filled with the promise of a love rekindled, of memories cherished, and of a future bathed in the light of their enduring bond.

Their love story, which had spanned the years and endured the trials of fate, had come full circle. The stars above them bore witness to the magic of their reunion, a testament to the power of love's enduring flame.

Finally, as the tears subsided and their hearts beat in unison, Y/n pulled away just enough to look into Ram's eyes. Her voice was a soft, trembling whisper. "Ram..."

He held her gaze, his own eyes moist with tears of joy and relief. "Y/n," he replied, his voice filled with tenderness and love.

And in that moment, words were no longer necessary. Y/n's heart was overflowing with love and memories, and she knew that she was where she belonged, in the arms of the man she had never truly forgotten.

Together, under the endless canopy of stars, they found their way back to each other, and in that reunion, they discovered a love that was as enduring as time itself.

And as the Western Ball continued behind them, Y/n and Ram danced under the moonlight, their hearts intertwined, and their souls forever united.

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GOLD COAST CARNAGE

A crowd adorned in their Sunday best piled into the Gold Coast Convention center, ready to be led to redemption on a wayward Saturday night. I was not sold on the venue due to the corporate nature that comes with a place that typically shares its walls with wedding exhibitions and high school formals, but I suppose salvation isn't situational and I was eager to be proven wrong. A unique sort of sombreness ran through the crowd as they busied themselves in the hazy lobby beforehand, making small talk with long lost friends and washing down their impatience with overpriced beer as they anxiously awaited to meet their maker. 

The bar bell rang and we hurriedly made our way to our assigned seating, as three thousand old and young sat in the dark like small children, excitement swelling through their well behaved legs swinging off the edge of the pew. A large black curtain wreathed the bleachers, cutting the space in half and transforming an otherwise subdued arena into that of a sort of Pentecostal revival tent. Anyone who has had the pleasure of experiencing this man before, whether that be with his Bad Seeds or solo, could fully understand how exceptionally special this degree of intimacy was. 

As the lights rose; so did sporadic members of the congregation, cheering to welcome in tonight's clergy - a trio of singers consisting of T Jae Cole, Wendi Rose, and Janet Ramus, with Colin Greenwood of Radiohead on Bass, and Larry Mullins keeping beat. As vicar, the ever awe-inspiring Warren Ellis triumphantly armed with a violin, a flute and a bottle of San Pellegrino that he savagely spat out in intervals during the course of the evening. Finally striding in last across the stage, adored in his iconic dark three piece suit and slicked raven hair, acting as famed preacher to this devoted mass; the one and only king of the goths, Nick Cave. 

Since opening with a bang would simply be oh too cliche, our evangelist began instead with a haunting serenade in the form of ‘The Spinning Song’. Lovers around the room couldn't help but tangle their limbs. For others, tears began to well in their widened eyes, and not one person so much as coughed, so as to not disrupt a second of this sacred opening prayer. 

Once the holy spirit within us all felt invited enough to draw itself out and whirl around the room with the other strange souls; it was truly time for the musical catharsis to begin. The driving beat of ‘White Elephant’ proved too much for Gold Coasters to behave any longer, and a runaway mosh abruptly began forming around the front of the stage after individuals were pulled from their pews in a single bound and leapt into faith by the music alone. 

As the crowd cemented itself upfront and new physical arrangements were being formed amongst the crowd, strangers quickly became familiar through the exchange of mutual tears, laughter and sing-alongs as the band began to weave some more prominent and familiar Bad Seed songs into the set. 

He enlisted in the crowd to join in on his chanting of the lyrics “Hand of God” , as he slunk off stage and crawled his way through the waiting crowd, hungry and desperate to make physical contact with their leader. 

Once he was swept deep into the sea of bodies, Nick took to bantering with certain characters amongst while attempting to catch a wave back to the stage. A crowd favourite interaction belonged to a drunk couple, in which a woman yelled continuously “Oi! Love ya! Fucking well done love ya!” before Warren acknowledged her with a quiet “thank you gorgeous”. Nick quickly warned “watch out, she's got a genuinely psychotic boyfriend AND they're from the Gold Coast”. And a roar of self deprecating laughter filled the room. 

There were a few stabs made at the Gold Coast throughout the night. Realistically, this isn't the town who on paper would routinely welcome a show like this, particularly not in any sort of large number. Perhaps this is the reason we were unprecedentedly treated to such an intimate night. In a town so unsure of itself, consisting of plastic micro influencers and cashed up bogans; a redemption of this kind is needed so much more than any city priding itself on its intelligence or cultivation. For the church is not a select circle of the immaculate, but a home where the outcast may come in. The outcasts of the ever wicked Gold Coast had found their saviour, and lapped up every consecrated thing he had on offer. 

It was obvious that Nick's comments were in vain, and he understood our need for salvation. But to be honest it seemed that he enjoyed it even more than we did. Perhaps we acted as a much needed dose of common reality in the middle of a world tour. 

Was the Gold Coast the diamond studded turd that Nick, Warren and Co needed? Who saved who? 

Regardless, whether you were a fan of Nick since he first debuted to the public in the 70s, or were dragged along to the night by a loved one, it's clear across the board that a night with Nick is unlike any other show you have seen or will see. 

The thing that truly unified us all was the unparalleled grip Nick Cave has on human expression. The way he has taken his own experiences with love, life and particularly grief and spun them in a way that is so relatable to people all over the world, of all different walks of lives and generations is unmatched. Seeing his live is a symbiotic experience - when Nick moves, we move, when Nick cries, we cry, and when the time comes that this must end and we are all moved back to the now vacant lobby, we have no choice but to take a bit of Nick with us and dare to be even just a fraction more human. For if we could all even for a minute give to the world the passion, devotion and humanity that this man has, I truly believe we would be better off for it. 

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Balwinder Safri Wiki, Biography, Age, Death, Career, Salary, Wife, Daughter, Family & More

Balwinder Safri was a Punjabi singer best known for his team "Safri Boy". He was famous to sing old Punjabi songs. He form his band in 1990 and was also part of UK Bhangra. His Safri boys member Bhupinder Kullar. Now recently shocking news comes, Punjabi singer, Balwinder died on 26 July 2022 due to Brain damage and Kidney failure. The public knew him because of the best Punjabi songs. the death news of Balwinder made shocked all over the Music industry.

Punjabi Singer Balwinder Safri Passed Away

Famous music legend Balwinder Safri passed away at the age of 63 years. recently this news comes on all over the internet, and his fans want to know his Famous music legend Balwinder Safri passed away at the age of 63 years. recently this news comes on all over the internet, and his fans want to know his Biography, Wiki, Age, Wife, Death, Cause of Death, Family, Date of Birth, Daughter & Net worth. He is also recovering from Coma and he was spending 86 days in New Cross Hospital. Balwinder's wife Nikki said; "There were so many times when we thought 'this is it'." "I remember a call from critical care one night and they asked me to come to the hospital as soon as I could as they didn't think Safri was going to make it through the night, but he always pulled through. "He is incredible - I always knew he was strong." According to BBC.Com He struggled He persisted He achieved He conquered He fell He returned He inspired He ascends as a Legend He will forever be remember as one of the greatest voices of #Punjabi #Bhangra music. RIP #BalwinderSafri Waheguru Ohna Nu Apne Charna Vich Niwas Bakshe 🙏🏽 pic.twitter.com/2pThHITAnB — Dipps Bhamrah (@DippsBhamrah) July 26, 2022

Who is Balwinder Safri (Safri Boys)? 

Balwinder was a famous Punjabi singer, who was best known for his Old Punjabi songs and his team. He was in the Uk with his family and died on 26th July 2022. He was also married and have two children. In his music career, he has done many songs.

Punjabi Singer Balwinder Safri Wikipedia, Biography

Balwinder was born in 1959 in Punjab. As of 2022, he was 63 years old and died on 26th July 2022 due to health issues. the source of news is confirmed by the many media news channel and Punjabi news channels. He keeps away from his family & wife from the media, so we don't have his father's name and mother's name and other personal details.  Read:- Ramu Koti Biography

Balwinder Safri Wiki, Biography, Age, Wife, Photos

Real/Full Name Balwinder Safri Profession/Occupation Punjabi Folk Singer Nick Name Balwinder Famous For Safri Boys Team Age(as in 2022)  63 Years Date Of Birth/Birthday 1959 Religion/Caste Indian Mother Tongue N/A Zodiac/Sun Sign Cancer Nationality Indian Birth Place Punjab, India Residence Punjab Marital Status Married Wife Name N.a School Name Local High School College Name De Montfort University Educational Qualification Graduate Net Worth Not Known  Salary Not Known  Income Not Known 

Balwinder Safri Death Reason

A piece of shocking news comes from the UK, where he was admitted to the hospital on 26 July 2022 and died due to due to kidney failure and also suffered from brain damage. He spent more than 86 days in the hospital in Birmingham, UK.  He was 63 years old.

Balwinder Safri  Age

He was born in 1959 in Punjab, India as he was 63 years old.

Balwinder Safri Wikipedia

Punjabi Singer Balwinder Safri's age was 63 Years as of 2022. he was born and raised up in Punjab, India. He keeps his personal life details are not updated yet. Balwinder's father's name and mother's name are not mentioned yet. As per news sources, he is married and also has two children.

Balwinder Safri Wife, Daughter

Balwinder's wife's name is Nikki Davitt. they spent 17 years together. But as for information, he was two children.  Safri also had a stepdaughter named Priya Kumari

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Richard Dean Anderson  1991 in  MacGyver     "Trail of Tears“

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0638809/

#Stargate SG-1 #Stargate Atlantis #Stargate Universe #MacGyver #Angus MacGyver #Richard Dean Anderson #Colonel Jack O'Neill #Trail of Tears #Michael Gregory #Larry Whitecloud #Nick Ramus #Standing Wolf #Bruce Harwood #Der schwarze Strom #Star Trek #TOS

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#nick ramus #star trek: the voyage home

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Victoria Racimo with Nick Ramus on an episode of Mystic Warrior (1984)

#victoria racimo #nick ramus #mystic warrior #80s

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Publicity photo from Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home, featuring Madge Sinclair as the captain of the U.S.S. Saratoga and Nick Ramus as the ship’s helmsman. The fact that the first black woman seen in command of a starship went both unnamed and uncredited in the final film is, sadly, unsurprising.

In the novelization of the movie by Vonda McIntyre, the captain was given the last name of Alexander while the Efrosian helmsman, sadly, went unnamed. Ramus’s makeup, however, lived on as the forehead, nose, and hair of the Federation President in Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country. 

And just for giggles, here’s the original photo before I cropped and zapped all the dust and speckles:

Photo scanned from my personal collection.

#star trek #star trek iv the voyage home #madge sinclair #captain alexander #u.s.s. saratoga #star trek iv

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i’m in zen mode because i am currently just processing this entire mess lol so forgive me if this winds up all over the place but the soul swap turned out to be:

ichi➡️ramu

sama➡️jaku

ramu➡️sama

jaku➡️kuu

sasa➡️ichi

kuu➡️sasa

and wow!!! no it was an entire mess lol!!!! like sasara woke up in ichiro’s body wondering why he felt fine even tho he’d been drinking all night but literally why complain about it lol so he calls out to rosho for breakfast (lmfao) but he’s not in rosho’s home…..? welp he may not remember how he got wherever he is but whatever!! and heads out of ichiro’s room. downstairs, saburo and jiro are wondering if ichiro is okay since it was his turn to make breakfast and it’s weird he’s not even awake yet. jiro stopped saburo before he could try to wake ichiro up, since he was working all day yesterday, so they both decided to make breakfast for him (🥺🥺🥺) and that’s when sasara comes down lol wondering why ichiro’s brothers are here. he’s quick to catch on he’s in ichiro’s home in bukuro but assumes he’s being pranked for the cameras lmao he knows something’s up tho after asking jiro for the bathroom and runs out screaming because he’s in ichiro’s body LOL

in shibuya, ichiro is kinda feeling a little confused about what to do with waking up in ramuda’s body lol. he gets accosted by some girls on the street wanting to play with who they think is ramuda and ichiro is very quick to escape. it’s a small world because he happens to also be seen fleeing by gentaro and dice. ichiro makes his getaway but complains about how weak ramuda’s body is since he’s really out of breath and that’s when he hears a girl crying for help. rushing to the scene, ichiro finds the girl being mugged and ichiro tries to stop them only to get beat up himself 😭 fortunately, dice shows up in the nick of time and pushes the man off ramuda as the sounds of police sirens begin to wail. this scares the man off but it was only gentaro playing the siren sound on his phone lol. ichiro thanks them but gentaro and dice know something’s wrong when ichiro calls them by their last name. he tells them he’s ichiro and dice specifically brings up the story gentaro had told him and gentaro dramatically finishes with, “but this time it’s real 🤔”

in yokokama, juto walks into the waiting room for samatoki’s office (could also just be a waiting room in katengumi in general) to find rio also waiting for samatoki. they wait in silence but a clearly nervous henchman comes to turn them away. but they hear commotion and crashes coming from samatoki’s office so they go to investigate. and find samatoki’s henchmen chasing all 186cm of that man all around the office lmao juto is absolutely shook when samatoki greets them, “ah!! usa-chan and rio~!!! ya-ho-ho!!” rio, bless him lmao, asks if what he’s doing is fun (much to juto’s indignation like seriously??? that's what you ask lol???) and is promptly corrected!! he’s not samatoki!!! he’s ramuda🌟!!!

in shinjuku, doppo’s just gotten off of work and hifumi seems to have met him to so they could go check out tea shops to gift jakurai some tea (🥺🥺🥺) there seems to be a problem tho?? there’s quite the crowd blocking their route. hifumi is eager to check it out, and doppo reluctantly follows lol and they push through the crowd to find jakurai kicking ass??????? whoever he’s beating up manages to getaway and he’s pissed so it’s no surprise hifumi asks if jakurai’s had anything to drink lol but jakurai calms, brusquely stating he understands why hifumi thinks he might be lol. he introduces himself as samatoki to hifumi and doppo

in nagoya, shakku had called jyushi and hitoya to the temple because kuukou’s acting really weird????? both are confused by what that could mean so shakku leads the way. we find kuukou meditating in the temple’s main hall (LOL) admittedly, hitoya’s like what’s this got to do with what’s wrong with kuukou and shakku goes just wait until he speaks lol so jyushi tentatively calls out to him and kuukou (pls know that i’m dying typing this lol) calmly greets jyushi and tells him to stay put, he’ll walk over there. he’s also pleasantly surprised to see hitoya as well. and jyushi and hitoya understand LOL kuukou’s concerned they seem so surprised but remembers himself and reintroduces himself as jakurai. hitoya turns back to shakku like has answers even tho shakku literally called them because he’s confused too lol hitoya tries to question kuukou what’s wrong with him the way he usually does, calling him a shitty monk and all but jakurai calmly replies that this is the truth of the situation and jyushi starts crying that kuukou really is acting weird. jakurai’s stumped on how to get them to believe him but hey!!!! there’s a man that he has decades of history with!!! and goes, ‘hitoya, do you remember the time you suddenly showed us that you could do the moonwalk in middle school?’ hitoya is instantly startled lmao. jakurai: “it was most impressive 😃 you were such a hit that for a while our classmates were calling you ‘amaguni moon.’ and then during our sports festival, as we played tug of way you had—“ hitoya rushes to cover jakurai’s mouth lol and jyushi was like “were those stories true?? 😳” hitoya tries to refute but jakurai pushes hitoya off to say of course it’s true— hitoya loudly says he believes him so just shut up lol!!!!!!

in osaka, it’s a beautiful morning and we’re greeted by birdsong, rosho snoozing and rei and sasara loudly snoring lol except there’s only one person we haven’t seen yet and that’s kuukou lol. he wakes up first and is wondering why the heck he feels so weird…….. and is surrounded by a huge amount of sake bottles……. with rosho and rei?? so he rudely awakes rosho by slapping him lol rosho’s obviously mad to be hit so he, of course, hits him back. kuukou shoved him out of anger and rosho gives back as good as he got and it’s a full blown fist fight in rosho’s apartment LOL rei finally wakes up because it’s loud af and is wondering why they’re so rowdy so early. kuukou wants answers tho and he’s clearly talking like kuukou so rei’s like, ‘is this some new joke of yours??’ and rosho also asks if sasara is okay but kuukou snaps that he’s not sasara, he’s kuukou!!!! both rei and rosho are confused and kuukou’s like obviously i’m kuukou just look at me!!!! rei directs him to look at a mirror. he does. kuukou: “I’M SASARA???????????????????” lol so rosho gets the facts sorted out, kuukou’s in sasara’s body is that right?? kuukou frustratedly tells him that’s what he said and rei laughs at him and chooses to believe it. rosho asks how can he believe something so stupid and rei says it’s more fun to take it at face value LOL rosho goes with it and assumes that since kuukou is in sasara’s body, it must be the other way around too right?? kuukou snaps he can’t know that for sure and rei suggests to go find out themselves 😎

and finally back in bukuro, the bb with not ichiro are all sitting in an awkward silence until sasara literally cannot handle it anymore lmao jiro and saburo are still stuck on the osaka accent ichiro suddenly has lol they’re assuming it’s a weird prank ichiro’s doing but sasara insists he’s telling the truth, he sasara so he decides to tell them a joke since he’s a famous comedian!!! it was so lame of a pun jiro and saburo immediately believed he was not ichiro because ichiro wouldn’t say something so lame lmao and sasara is so offended he pushed jiro out of anger and before you know it, it’s a full blown fist fight in yorozuya yamada lmao fortunately fp with not ramuda walk in and ichiro (all 155cm of him lol) wacks them all upside their heads. ichiro introduces himself but he’s confused about the osaka accent coming out of his body since ramuda doesn’t have an osaka accent. but that’s because it’s sasara!!!! to their surprise lol which means it’s a lot more complicated than a simple body swap like fp had been assuming…….!!!

and then we wait until the next part 😩

#this is vee speaking #the arb chronicles #i didn’t intend to type the whole event out but it helped process it LOL #like i’m kinda in pain LOL what did they do you samatoki-sama!!!! ramu!anyone is so cursed help lol!!!!!! #like doppo needs sensei to be normal in order to breathe i too need sensei to be normal to function lol #like hayami sho has done it again!!!!! marvellous!!!!! i hate it!!!!!!!! #THE HEADACHE STARTED WHEN KUUKOU WASNT FERAL IM SO SAD BUT HAPPY WE GOT HITOYA BLACKMAIL LOL #*EXCITED WAITING FOR KUUKOUS LAUGH WITH SASARAS VOICE* #sasara in ichiro is m had to stomach too but because i’m shook by literally everyone else i’m like okay i can deal 👍 #ALSO????? ICHIRO FEELING WEAK IN RAMUDAS BODY AND THE GETTING BEAT UP BECAUSE HES NOT IN HIS BIG BOY SELF????? #WAS WAAAAY TOO MUCH?????? ARB CHILL????????

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Beyond the Stars - Etrian Odyssey V - Chapter 6

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Chapter Summary: The Lux Guild begins to explore the labyrinth, only to find a mysterious item of sorts. When things turn for the worse that night, they turn to an experienced treasure hunting guild for help.

AN: Starting from here, there may be certain points where I will use prompts from @theshatteredrose to fill in some story segments for Beyond the Stars. Not that there's anything wrong with having nothing but explore and explore, but sometimes a little fun with another guild can add variety, and it never hurts to change things up a bit.

Drayce belongs to TheShatteredRose.

The day was still bright, as the Lux Guild finally set foot in the first floor of the labyrinth. The soft, wet grass soaking against their feet- well, for Keiko, the grass merely felt like an obstacle. The sun's rays pierced through the leaves, hitting the floor with enough sunlight for explorers to venture through the floor.

"Whoa… this is… beautiful..." grinned Korey, as he looked around in awe. "Ladies, and gentleman, this is the Yggdrasil’s first stratum: the Tutelary Forest." Hilda declared, as the other girls started to wonder a bit from the group.

"It’s so gorgeous… Out of all the forests I’ve been to, this one takes the cake." Kyo sighed, glancing toward Keiko as she knelt to place her hand in the water.

"Even the water here is pretty… Ooooooo~" the Therian cooed, making little ripples in the water.

"So, who’s going to do the mapping?" questioned Demetria. "Well," Hilda began. "I won’t be in charge of mapping the floors after a certain point on the third floor, but I can teach you how to make maps, Demetria. We’re going to need someone with a sharp eye, and you proved that often back in Iorys."

"Alright," Demetria nodded. "I suppose learning never hurts…" Hilda takes out a piece of paper and places it in Demetria's hands, as she goes over how mapping works. The brown skinned Celestrian walks over to Korey.

"I’d never thought we’d see such a beautiful sight for the first floor…" she began, the fencer nodding in agreement. "Neither did I, Kyo… Once we’re done with the mission, we can start climbing the Yggdrasil tree beyond the first floor." Korey hummed, noticing Keiko hopping around a bit before stopping next to Kyo and Korey.

"It’s going to be so much FUN!" she chirped, as the fencer couldn't help but chuckle at her excitement. "You bet it will, Keiko. I guarantee it!" He beamed.

"Though, are you sure our current equipment will get us through this first floor?" Kyo inquired, seeing as everyone got new weapons to start off their journey through Yggdrasil. "I’m positive, Kyo. We’re gonna need to get items from monsters in order for new weapons to be made, as Syrik said to us, it shouldn't be hard..." Korey reassured the Celestrian.

"Though certain monsters have conditional drops… And I’ve heard that explorers had quite a hard time trying to get some of them." Keiko protested, as Korey placed a finger on his chin, almost reconsidering his previous sentence...

"...Okay, maybe it WILL be harder than I thought." He admitted, as Keiko and Kyo laughed at his sudden take back of his sentence. Hilda and Demetria soon stood beside them.

"I’ve taught Demetria the basics of mapping, but for the time being, I will map out this floor and the second floor. After that, it’s completely new territory beyond one particular point on the third floor." Hilda declared, letting everyone else know why they had to wait for as long as they did.

"Got it. Everyone ready to go get this mission done?" Korey inquired, though needless to say, he already got his answer when they nodded at him.

They start by marking off the left side of the beginning area, as Korey notices some fish around a certain part of the area. "This spot seems like it’d be a good spot to get some fish…" Korey noted, as Keiko overheard the Fencer.

"It sure will. But we’d be here all day if we do…" Keiko disputed.

Well, she's right about that. Depending on how good the fisher is, they'd either be here and gone in a few minutes, or just stuck here for hours. "...Good point. Let’s just get back on track." He sighed, getting up to follow the others.

After coming across a guard whose watching over some chickens, they continue onward. Even conquering a mud puddle, for one weird reason or another... Yet, despite their searching and mapping of the entire area, they've yet to encounter one monster.

"I’m staaaarving…" Keiko groaned. Kyo rolled her eyes, "Seriously, Keiko? We JUST ate right before we left to go see Prince Ramus, how could you be this hungry already?" She questioned.

"She can be like that, on occasion... something I don’t quite understand how it works." Demetria stated. "Well, once we’re done here, we can get something to eat at the inn." Korey reassured the Therian, as she sighed, looking around a bit before noticing an acorn on the ground.

"Oooooh, an acorn…" she groaned, making her way over to it, with no one else paying attention to where she's going. "That’s nice, Keiko, just don’t try to-" Hilda stopped herself, both in speech, and in movement. She made a sharp turn to face Keiko.

"Don’t eat that acorn, Keiko!"

"Huh? Why not?" As Keiko turned to face Hilda, the Therian was blissfully unaware of the acorn breaking free, gaining eyes and feet, before jumping and hitting Keiko on the head. "Owww!" She yelled, getting knocked to the ground as the Acorn attempted to tackle her head multiple times.

Everyone else's attention turned to Keiko when she heard her yell in pain. "Keiko!" Korey gasped, bringing out his weapon as he swiftly went to Keiko's side. Demetria pulled Keiko away from the sentient acorn and helps her up.

"You bloody idiot! Why did you think it was just going to be food for you?!" Demetria shouted, as the other Therian weakly reached for the Acorn. "It looked so innocent, I just wanted to eaaaat it…" She replied.

"That’s a Rabid Acorn, Keiko." Hilda began, placing the map away. "Alone, or with groups similar to it, it poses little to no threat, but when grouped with two other creatures, these guys can become a problem real quick." she explained. Korey quickly realizes she did not draw her weapon.

"Aren’t you going to help us fight it?" he asked. "And end the fight like that? I already have some experience fighting against these creatures, you know... because..." Hilda looked away from Korey, the fencer recalling what she meant.

"Oooooh, right, right, I getcha…" He uttered, before focusing his attention back to the Rabid Acorn before him. "Kyo, let’s show it how its done!" The purple haired Celestrian nodded in return.

"Got it." Kyo hummed, taking out her staff as it emitted a purple light, before turning red like a raging fire. "Taste Fireball, sucker!"

She points at the Rabid Acorn, as the energy condenses together at the end of the purple light, forming a literal fireball, launching it at the Acorn as it falls backwards from being hit. Beta hears a bush shake, growling as another Rabid Acorn shows up to assist in the fight, making its way right for Kyo. "More company. Go get ‘em, Beta!" Demetria ordered, shooting an arrow at the Acorn to get its attention.

Upon being hit, the Acorn turned to the source of the attack, only to be greeted by Beta's sharp claws in its face, launching it back. "How about this?! Optic Thrust!" Korey yelled, swiftly running to the launched Rabid Acorn and cuts through it, as its now split corpse falls to the ground, as the other Acorn finally managed to get up.

Keiko starts growling. "Why you’ll… you’ll pay for this, Mr. Innocent Acorn!" She screamed, charging right for the Rabid Acorn.

The poor thing didn't even see it coming. Before it did anything else, Keiko went in, swords swinging like a madman, and just cutting the Rabid Acorn to shreds. And it kept going for a while.

"I think it’s dead, Keiko." Korey said, befuddled by Keiko's constant swinging. "Keiko, I think that’s enough…" Hilda tried, but still no sign of the Therian stopping anytime soon. They turned to Demetria, who sighs before taking a deep breath.

"Keiko! That’s enough!" She yelled, getting the Masurao to stop swinging wildly. "Wha-?!" Keiko blinked, looking where the Rabid Acorn once stood.

It literally turned into mere powders of what remained of it. Freaking brutal, yet surprising, coming from somebody who called an Acorn, 'Mr. Innocent Acorn'. "O-Oh… d-did I just do that?" She asked, looking at the others when she did.

"Yes... Yes you did." Korey confirmed, before a sudden snarl made everyone on high alert. "Seems like we’ve attracted something..." He uttered, as Hilda blinked in surprise.

"Huh… here I thought we wouldn’t see them this early into the first floor." She spoke to herself. "See what, Hilda?" Keiko inquired, curious as to what she was talking about.

"...A Wild Dog." She began. As if the timing couldn't be excellent, a giant red hound-like creature rushed out of the bushes, charging right towards the Harbinger.

"Hilda, watch out!" Korey warned just in the nick of time. She swung her scythe at the dog, causing it to stop then and there, leaping backwards to the others.

"Thanks for the warning. I've heard that their bites can hurt quite a lot. I suggest you be cautious and not stand too close to it." She thanked Korey, before warning everyone of its bite.

"Understood! Take this!" Demetria shot an arrow at the Wild Dog, as Beta shortly followed suit, scratching the enemy before backing away before it could strike back.

Kyo’s staff soon starts emitting a light blue glow where the purple light once remained. "Icicle Lance!" Kyo raised her staff into the air, before pointing at the enemy, as a few icicles launched from the lance. The Wild Dog flinched every time the icicles hit it.

Hilda couldn't help but whistle in surprise, looking at the Warlock with a smile on her face. "Impressive... I never thought you knew the weakness of a Wild Dog this quick." She complimented, as the purple haired Warlock blushed a little bit.

"Heheh, I may have guessed that on my own but... T-Thanks for the compliment. " Kyo admitted, trying to hide her blush as Korey rushed in for the final blow on the enemy.

"Hiyaaah!" Korey yelled, slashing his sword at the Wild Dog, as it let out one last whimper before it falls, no longer breathing. Korey takes out his weapon, and cleans the sword of the blood on it, as everyone started to calm down from the battle that occurred.

"That takes care of that… And we didn’t even have to suffer more severe injuries." Korey took a deep breath, sheathing his weapon as everyone else started to sheathe their weapons too.

"That’s a start." Hilda nodded, before turning to Keiko, who was rubbing her head where the Rabid Acorn hit her. She notices Hilda, and looks to face her.

"Although I can only advise you- more specifically, to everyone: there will be points in the labyrinth where we can get food. But whatever you do, do not go trusting suspicious food, like the Rabid Acorn. If more Wild Dogs were around, that would’ve been quite disastrous…" Hilda explained, as the Therian gazed at the ground for a few seconds.

"I’m sorry, Hilda… I’ll try and heed your advice." Keiko apologized, feeling the Harbinger's hand pat her shoulder. "Apology accepted, Keiko." she beamed.

"It’s a learning experience for all of you, and I’m only telling you what I know so that you all can survive the labyrinth. Cause while it is pretty, we’re not even close to starting on our journey. To die here this early is, shall we say, a kick to the face..." She continued, getting the map she previously stowed away back out.

"But now that the monsters are gone, we can proceed back on track." Demetria beamed, getting up from petting her hound. "Right… The sooner we get the samples and the map complete, the better." Korey concluded, leading the guild away from the area the battle occurred.

After walking around for a few minutes, they spot the huge tree they had seen earlier from the entrance of the stratum. "This must be the tree where we get a branch sample, right?" Korey asked.

"Indeed. There should be one that’s close enough for us to reach it..." Hilda noted, as Demetria points to the nearest one.

"There's one. Keiko, can you reach it?" Demetria queried, as Keiko stood under the branch and grabbed the branch, snapping it at the end portion. "Got it!" Keiko exclaimed, as Kyo chuckled to herself.

"Talk about cheating with height..." Kyo grinned, as Korey scratched his head. "Well, she does have those shoes that make her seem more taller than one would expect." He explained, leaving the Celestrian to shrug.

Demetria walks over to Keiko, before her eyes glanced at something in the water. The Harbinger noticed and walked up to her. "What’s up, Demetria?"

Demetria turned to look at Hilda. "There’s something down where Keiko pulled the branch sample, but I’m not sure what it is..." She replied, pointing to where she saw the item. Korey bent down and placed his bag down beside him.

"Allow me to try and get it." Korey hummed, reaching in the water. It took some time to get an actual grip on it, but he soon gets it out of the water, washing some of the dirt on it revealing the item to be a box of sorts. It was decorated rather fashionably, jewels and gems placed all around it.

"Whoooaaa…" Kyo gasped, looking at the box from afar. "That's soooo cooool!" Keiko squealed, as Demetria knelt to her knees to gaze at it.

"It’s so beautiful..." Demetria chirped, shocked at the sheer beauty of the decorated box before them.

"Is that a jewelry box?" Hilda inquired, as Korey looked at it from multiple angles to be sure. "Seems like it. But who would leave it here on the first floor?" Korey wondered.

"I'm not sure who, since nobody seems to be around to confirm its theirs..." Kyo also wondered. "Can you try opening it?" Keiko inquired, thinking there might be some way to open it.

Korey attempts to slip his fingers through the line and break it open, but after trying a few times, nothing seems to come to fruition. "Can’t get it to open..." He admitted, the box quickly vanishing from his vision.

"Let me try..." Demetria spoke, as she tried bashing it against the ground, hoping it would eventually give in. "Don't do that, sis! What if the thing inside that box is fragile?!" Keiko exclaimed, as Demetria stopped in her tracks.

She did have a point. It's a box. It's most likely containing something within it. Demetria dusted off the dirt on it and sighed in defeat, handing it back to Korey.

"Are you sure it’s not magically guarded?" questioned Hilda. "I can’t be sure. Even if I happen to know what it is, getting it off might take some time..." Kyo spoke up after trying to detect its mana. She probably wasn't proficient enough to detect what kind it is.

"Oh well. Might as well take it with us and see if we can find any means of opening it..." Korey shrugged, placing the jewelry box in the bag and started to stand up. "I suppose it can’t hurt to take it along, seeing as that didn’t happen before on my first visit…" Hilda agreed.

"So all that’s left is the dirt sample, right?" Keiko commented, as the white haired girl nodded in return. "Right. The map segment Ramus required to be drawn is already done, so the sample of dirt is all that remains." She explained, letting Korey take the lead once more.

It didn't take them long to find the spot in question. The ground had a different texture compared to the floor they've been walking on this whole time. Kyo grabs a sample, slipping it into a plastic bag that Korey had brought in his bag.

"Done and done~" Kyo beamed, giving the sample to Korey to place in the bag. "Well, that about does it for the mission, I must say." Demetria hummed, glad the mission is over with without any major issues.

"Indeed. Everyone did a fantastic job." Korey grinned, giving everyone a smile, which caused a few of them to smile as well.

"The second floor onward won’t be this easy, Korey. We must exercise caution at all times." Hilda reassured him, recalling the words she said earlier from their battle with the Wild Dog and Rabid Acorn.

"Right. Anyways, let’s report to Prince Ramus." Korey concluded, after looking up at the sky to see what time it was. They made their way back to the entrance of the Tutelary Forest, and walked back to Iorys, making it back around sunset.

Prince Ramus was reading a book that intrigued him, before he noticed the Lux Guild approaching him. He placed the book down as he stood up and walked over to the approaching guild.

"I see you've returned. Did you get the samples, along with completing what I outlined on the map?" Ramus inquired.

"We sure did!" Keiko replied, handing him the samples, and Hilda showed off the map to him. "Ah, marvelous work. Marvelous work indeed." He hummed, handing the samples of the dirt and branch to the guard next to him.

Korey placed a finger on his chin, seeming to be in deep thought for a moment before looking at the Earthlain prince. "So, why make us go through the labyrinth to get a sample of wood and dirt?" he inquired.

"It’s to make sure that the explorers are worthy of traveling through Yggdrasil. And you all passed with flying colors." Ramus explained. "Exploration of the Yggdrasil is now open to you, members of the Lux Guild."

Needless to say, Keiko, Demetria, and Kyo both cheered in joy, as Hilda and Korey grew smiles on their faces. "Oooooh, it feels like I’m dreaming…" Keiko sighed, placing her hands next to her cheeks.

"Seeing the prince again, or the fact we’re finally exploring Yggdrasil?" Demetria inquired, confused by what Keiko meant. "Prooobably both~" Keiko replied, leaving her twin sister to sigh and shake her head.

"Now that you’re able to explore the labyrinth, you can now buy an important item known as the Ariadine Thread." Ramus began. "They’re helpful since they return you to Iorys in a matter of seconds. Just show this card to Syrik and he’ll sell you them." he continued, picking up a card and hands it to Korey.

"I see. I guess it can't hurt to get at least one or two of these Ariadine Threads before we head back into the labyrinth." Korey noted, placing the card in his bag.

"You’re also now able to handle the quests at the tavern. We only allow certified guilds to tackle the quests that are posted there." Ramus added.

"Probably for a good reason, I assume?" Kyo queried, as the Earthlain Prince nodded in response.

"Anyways, we should head back to the inn, night’s about to fall." Hilda declared, as everyone took note of the sky's color slowly changing. "Good idea…" Demetria concurred.

"I hope you rest well tonight." Ramus hummed, waving good-bye to the guild before him. "We will, your Highness." Korey waved back, before catching up with the others.

As they arrive back in Jenetta's Inn, the green haired Therian hoped over to them as soon as they entered, wondering how the exploration mission went. Hilda and the others took turns on explaining how it went, and that they made it with not problems whatsoever. "That’s wonderful! Soon, you’ll begin climbing the Yggdrasil for real!" Jenetta hummed, clapping her hands in joy.

"Yeah, everyone’s excited to get started. It only feels like yesterday that we started out recruiting three guild members..." Kyo chuckled, already feeling like they've accomplished so much.

"It sure feels like it, Kyo." Korey agreed, as he lets out a yawn, before placing some money in front of Jenetta. "Anyways, we need a room to rest, Jenetta." He groaned, trying to stay awake.

"Ah yes, your room. Let me show you to your room for tonight~" Jenetta graciously accepted the money, before skipping to the stairs, motioning for the guild to follow her. She stops at the third door on the second floor, opening the door for them.

"If you need anything, feel free to let me know!" Jenetta added, as Korey, Keiko, and Demetria passed by her. "Got it, Jenetta." Hilda noted, before closing the door after Kyo came in. Korey opened the curtains to reveal the gorgeous night sky...

"Well, this room is more bigger than the other room..." Kyo commented. "Still got two beds though." Keiko sighed, not liking the idea of having to deal with two beds. They were close to having more beds, but not in the way she expected it to be.

"I guess she just expects us to be all comfortable with each other, or something." Demetria shrugged, unable to find the right words to call Jenetta's attempt of 'group bonding'. "But there’s only one man in our entire guild. Here I thought a guild full of girls would tickle his fancy, or something." Hilda disputed.

Keiko couldn't help but snicker at what Hilda said earlier. "That’s something I certainly never thought you’d say..." She began, seeing the Harbinger's cheeks turn red and attempted to hide her face from the other girls.

"Argh, Keiko, why’d you have to point that out?!" Hilda groaned, as Keiko chuckled to herself. Korey sat on the bed and took out the jewelry box from the bag, gleaming at it in wonder.

"Just what are we going to do with this thing? We can’t take it around the labyrinth with is, it’ll just be dead weight." He asked, as Kyo placed a finger on her chin.

"I don't know. We just don't have the right means of opening it somehow..." Kyo uttered, feeling like they were getting nowhere with this subject matter.

"Either way, we might as well prepare to for bed. Come on, girls." Demetria sighed, motioning for the girls to follow her, following closely behind her.

As Korey stands up to place the box down, he is startled by the sound of the window crashing behind him, quickly turning to face the source of the crash. "What the-?!" he yelled, as the girls swiftly turned to face the same noise he heard.

In front of the window was a Therian. From his garb, he appeared to be a Masurao, with black hair and light brown skin. "Excuse me sir, this room doesn’t belong to you!" Demetria exclaimed, as the Therian stands up from crashing through the window.

His purple eyes darted to the Fencer, who had a tight grip on the jewelry box. "Jewelry box... must obtain!" The man yelled, charging right at Korey, swinging his fist at him. Korey dodges the first swing, before he gets picked up by the Therian and thrown against the wall on the other side of the room.

"Agh!" Korey screamed in pain, falling onto the bed below him. "Korey!" Hilda yelled, grabbing her scythe as Kyo activated her staff.

"That’s my friend, you bastard!" The Celestrian exclaimed, starting to cast a spell, as her staff's purple light soon changed to a golden yellow. "Feel the Lightning!" Kyo screamed, as lightning bolts emerged from her staff, striking the Therian and getting his attention before he could get any closer to Korey.

Hilda made her move, charging right at the Therian, as her scythe is soon enveloped in electric miasma. "Paralyzing Reap!" Hilda slashed at his chest, causing him to flinch back, taking a few steps back as he covers his chest, blood soon staining his hands.

"Why you... pesky Harbinger!" The man snarled, attempting to move closer to Hilda, who backed away from him. "Air Blade!" Keiko hollered, slashing at the Therian so fast that it created a physical form of air, making direct contact with the Therian Pugilist.

Beta jumps and attempts to bite the Pugilist, but the man punches Beta away before he gets an arrow to his left arm. "Graaah!" he yelled in pain, clutching his shoulder.

"It’s over, you intruder! You can’t outmatch us!" Demetria exclaimed, as the man looked around to see himself cornered and surrounded. He clenches his fists in anger.

"You keep shiny jewelry box for now... But next meeting, won’t be so lucky!" the man grabbed an item from his pocket, and tossed it to the ground, as smoke appeared from where he stood, causing everyone to cough at the sudden surprise.

When the smoke vanishes, the Therian is gone, but the window is still destroyed.

"What the hell was that about... That was just rude to bust into our room and try and steal our prized jewelry box!" Keiko growled, placing her sword away now that the threat had been cleared.

"I have no idea, Keiko..." Demetria sighed, as she tended to Beta to make sure he was alright. Hilda climbed onto the bed and turned Korey over, who still had the box close to him.

"Are you alright, Korey?" Hilda asked, as Korey attempted to sit up. "I-I’m fine... But why the sudden concern over me all of a sudden?" He inquired, feeling a little confused.

Hilda's cheeks turned red, as she tried to avoid eye contact with him. "I-It’s just because you’re our guild leader! We wouldn’t want you dying to a Therian Pugilist of all things, that’s all!" She exclaimed, concluding the discussion rather fast.

"My dear guests, what’s with all the ruckus going on up here?" Jenetta's voice asked from the other side of the door. Demetria gets up from petting her hound and opened the door to speak with Jenetta.

"Listen," the dark skinned Therian began. "as strange as it is to say this, some Pugilist decided to bust through the window and started to attack us over a jewelry box we found in the first floor of the Tutelary Forest." Demetria explained.

"Oh my... no wonder I heard a window crash earlier!" Jenetta gasped upon seeing the proof of the window crash. "I don’t want to risk it happening again while we’re asleep so… mind taking us to another room?" Demetria asked.

The green haired Therian nodded. "Why, of course! I just have to make sure I have someone repair that window tomorrow. Right this way, my beloved guests!" She motioned, as everyone grabbed their belongings and followed behind the innkeeper.

Thankfully the room she picked was father from the scene of the attack. Keiko and the others didn't mind if it was similar to the room they were in earlier, they just decided to get to sleep as soon as possible. When morning arrived, the sound of knocking on the door soon rouses Korey from his sleep.

"Ugh... who could it be this time?" Korey sighed, sitting up and rubbing his eye. The same knocking sound occurs again, causing Hilda to groan in annoyance.

"Do you think it’s Jenetta trying to tell us that it’s morning?" Hilda asked, as Korey was unaware if that was the case. "Let’s go check, just to be sure..." He uttered, as the two got out of bed and made their way to the door. When Korey opened the door, he was- for lack of a better word, surprised at who stood before them.

Some guy with a dark red coat, red hair, blue eyes, and light brown skin lowered his hand and looked at the two people who were looking at him. "Terribly sorry for disturbing you at this hour, but is this the room where the Lux Guild is residing in?" He asked, seeming a little bit lost.

"Y-Yes... that would be us." Korey stammered, as he let out a yawn and stretched his arms. "Who are you, anyway?" Hilda asked, having never seen the man before.

"Oh, terribly sorry, I haven’t introduced myself. The name’s Drayce, leader of the Angelward Guild." Drayce introduced himself, extending a hand as if in greeting.

"Drayce, huh… I’m Korey, leader of the Lux Guild." Korey uttered, before introducing himself and shook Drayce's hand. "And I’m Hilda." Hilda disclosed her name, shaking Drayce's hand after Korey withdrew his hand.

"Pleasure to meet you two. Do you mind if I discuss something to your guild in the lobby about something?" Drayce asked, as Korey tilted his head, seeming a little slow on the uptake.

"About what?" He asked, just so he can get a refresher going on in his head.

"About the attack that happened last night. I heard there was a fight here and I wish to know the details of what happened." The red haired man explained.

Korey and Hilda stare at each other for a couple of seconds, before glancing back at Drayce. "Sure, just allow us a few minutes to get dressed and wake up our other guild members." Korey agreed, seeing a smile bloom on Drayce's face.

"Got it. See you in a little bit." He said, making his way down to the lobby as Korey closed the door, before turning to face the other girls.

"Rise and shine, girls! I repeat, rise and shine!" Korey announced, eventually getting the girls to stir from their sleep.

"Is it... morning already?" Kyo asked, rubbing her eye as she sat up. "Yeah, it’s morning, Kyo. Better get dressed right away." Korey instructed, going off to get dressed himself.

"Why’s that?" Keiko inquired. "Somebody wishes to discuss with us about the attack that happened last night." Hilda explained, as she starts getting dressed.

"At this time of day...?" Demetria groaned, questioning why someone would speak with them this early. "Better now than never, Demetria." Hilda urged, not wanting to argue with the Therian in the morning.

"Alright, Hilda..." Demetria sighed, getting up to let the other girls get dressed. After everyone is dressed, they take their possessions, items, and weapons, making their way down to the lobby. Korey notices Drayce waving at them, and approached him.

"Sorry if we kept you waiting." Korey chuckled, taking a seat in front of Drayce, as Hilda took the seat next to Korey. "It’s fine, Korey, I'm in no rush." Drayce replied.

"Who’s this guy, Korey? Is he a friend of yours?" Keiko inquired.

"Heh, I wish I knew him. Only met him a few minutes ago." Korey chuckled in response to Keiko's question.

"The name’s Drayce, guild leader of the Angelward Guild." Drayce introduced himself to the other guild members. "Interesting name... I’m Demetria, and this is my twin sister, Keiko." Demetria motioned to the 'taller' Therian beside her.

"Pleased to meetcha, Mr. Drayce!" Keiko hummed. "My name’s Kyo. It's certainly is nice to meet you, Drayce." Kyo spoke, smiling at the Dragoon before her.

"The pleasure’s all mine. Please, take a seat." Drayce motioned to the other chairs, as Kyo, Keiko, and Demetria sit down on the empty chairs.

"Now then," the red haired man began. "from what I understood, somebody came into one of the rooms in this very inn and attacked someone from this guild in particular. Am I right?"

Everyone nodded in response. "Yes, that’s correct. Although the attacker went straight towards me, he seemed to be after this thing..." Korey began, taking out the jewelry box in question and placed it on the table.

"A jewelry box?" Drayce pondered. "Tell me; where did you find that?" he asked, wanting to know where they found it.

"We found it on the first floor of the Tutelary Forest. We didn’t know why it was there, and we certainly can’t open it, no matter how hard we tried..." Hilda explained to Drayce.

"I see..." Drayce placed a finger on his chin. "I guess if you can't open it, there's no way of knowing what's inside." He muttered to himself.

"I don't quite get it though," Demetria wondered, looking at Drayce as she continued on. "the man that attacked us was Therian, yet he fought like a Pugilist. Do you have any idea why that's the case?" She continued, hoping the Dragoon would have an answer.

"As far as I know, since explorers are working together to get through Yggdrasil, the government allowed for every race to learn the skills of a particular class." Drayce explained, placing his hand down part way through his explanation. "If a Therian can become a Pugilist, they can, much like an Celestrian can become a Botanist." He added.

Drayce turned his attention back to the jewelry box. "Still, why would someone target a jewelry box of all things?" He questioned.

Korey shrugged in response, having no idea why the Therian Pugilist went for the box. "Beats me. For all we know, something of value is inside, we just need to know how to open it." He sighed, glaring at the jewelry box.

"Then allow me and my guild to assist you." Drayce began. "You see, unlike other guilds, we’re not interested in exploring the Yggdrasil."

Hilda looked at him in surprise. "You're not? Then, why do you go to Yggdrasil for?" She asked, wanting to know more about Drayce's guild.

"We’re more interested in the treasures and myths the Yggdrasil contains, Hilda. I believe this jewelry box may be something worth your while." Drayce continued, explaining his answer to the white haired Harbinger.

"I see... well, all of us are quite intrigued on what may be in the box." Hilda glanced at the jewelry box. "Korey, what do you think? You’re our leader, after all." Demetria asked, as everyone turned to face him, waiting for an answer.

Korey let out a deep sigh. "As much as I want to leave this to a professional, I can't say I'm intrigued by whatever may be in this box. And even if that Therian Pugilist comes back, we'll have more in numbers than he might have..." Korey mumbled to himself, before shaking his head to rid himself of the thought, looking at Drayce with confidence in his eyes.

"We'll be glad to have you assist us, Drayce." Korey declared. Drayce's smile made itself apparent once again. "Thank you, Korey." He thanked.

"So, where do we start?" Kyo inquired. "Let's start by heading to my guild house. Follow me." Drayce began, getting up from his chair and pushed it in, motioning for Korey and the others to follow him.

Korey grabs the jewelry box, and starts following Drayce, with the four girls following close behind him, heading out of the inn as Drayce stands next to a caravan. "We'll be going to the Crescentia via caravan. It’s easier than walking all the way there." Drayce continued once everyone was close enough to hear him.

"Crescentia?" Korey questioned. "That's the name of the guild house I inherited. Great name, isn't it?" Drayce quickly explained.

"It sounds cool!" Keiko hummed, giving Drayce a quick chuckle. "Thanks. Now, let's get in." He urged, letting the girls go in the caravan first, as he and Korey follow them soon afterward, as the caravan began to head towards Drayce's guild house.

#Etrian Odyssey #Etrian Odyssey V #EOV #EO5 #Writing #Angelward Guild #Lux Guild

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Nick Cave and Warren Ellis with backup singers Wendi Rose, T Jae Cole , and Janet Ramus, and a very talented musician I didn’t get to hear his name at The Orpheum on March 10th. We also went to the show at the Shrine the night before on March 9th. Happy Birthday to Lee today March 11! I love you and you’re the bestest ever. May you always be blessed, divinely guided and protected, and may all your wishes come true! ❤️🎂💐💜😘🥰 (at THE ORPHEUM THEATRE) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ca9QiczL1nF/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Janie ant the original cast of Falcon Crest in 1981 with creator Earl Hamner and crew Jane Wyman (Angela Channing), Lorenzo Lamas (Lance Cumson), Susan Sullivan (Maggie Gioberti), Robert Foxworth (Chase Gioberti), Abby Dalton (Julia Cumson), Margaret Ladd (Emma Channing), William R.  Moses, Nick Ramus (Gus Nuñez) & Chao Li Chi (Chao-Li)

#Jane Wyman #falcon crest #Robert Foxworth #Lorenzo Lamas #susan sullivan #chao li chi #soap opera

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UTAU REVIEW #1

Voicebank type: powerscale 

Recorded Pitches: A3-C#4-E4-G4-E5(from where the E5 is an optional belt pitch that is not prefix.mapped) 

Theorical range: G#3~D5 (The E5 can be used to extend that)

Optimal resamplers: fresamp11 and vs4u (B0F0 flags can be used)

Wavtool: wavtool4vcv

Gahata Meiji is a voicebank made to work in the UTAU vocal synth program.

It was recorded by the japanese user Saccu and illustrated by Souno Kazuki. Meiji is supposed to be a witch and from all her banks HUNTER is the one that represents her core design the best. Hunter is the most eclectic Meiji bank, in our point of view it represents a strong voicebank the best, all its recorded pitches come off well and sound strong even in the lower registers,giving her a sultry and mischivious voice.

Meiji tackles tuning very well, her samples most of the time suffer little to no distortion when adding exaggerated pitchbends making her fun to tune.However since the highest recorded pitch is her G4 when the song reaches notes past A4 tuning her too much may cause her voice too break.This can be used to your advantage making her voice to sound a little bit more emotional, but if the song needs more aggresive sounds she can’t handle them.

Mixing wise, she is medium-challenging due to her volume problems, she tends to come off very clean, she does tend to become too sharp if not equed properly. Her volume problems aren’t caused by the general volume of the sample but the actual frequencies of it, her middle frequencies being louder than her higher ones in some vowels.(especially her “i” in the G4 pitch) To fix this problem when mixing you should limit her middle frequencies to like 2/3 of the initial value. (we recommend using Maximus in Fl studio cuz it has a neat interface where you can see the waveforms)

Meiji MIX-O-METER:

Meiji TONE-O-METER:

Resampler wise fresamp0.11 should be the best since it gives her a little bit more strength making her range a little bit wider and also compressing her voice.The B0F0 flags can be used to increase this compression. Despite her site putting fresamp0.14 as the reccomended we choose fresamp11 because it has less glitches and works better on more users than fresamp14.

But we personally recommend vs4u if you are a tiny little bit better at mixing since this resampler makes her handle pitchbends better(especially vibratos)but at the cost of her samples having a little bit more volume problems.

Meiji Hunter is better used on pop, pop-rock and techno songs, Deco and Giga are producers that represent well the things where Meiji really shines.

She can’t take songs with alot of emotion because of her natural sass. Songs where the range jumps too low or alternates between very high and low notes might be a problem to her too.(kaikiri bear songs tend to do that)

PERSONAL COMMENTS ON THE VB:

Ramus N:

Personally I think Meiji might not have the best recording or the most well made OTO. However she is a really nice bank with a tone very characteristic, anyone wanting to use Meiji should, she is a challenging UTAU to use well, however she is definitely one that also started a trend in between Voicebanks, even Vocaloid being the inspiration to the Luka V4 EVEC system. So, I think she deserves a seal of approval even if set back by some technical details. 

Nick:

Meiji is the vb that made me an UTAU user 2 years ago to begin with.She is an UTAU everyone should use atleast once cuz her tone is really unique in this fandom and most importantly you can tell her character by only hearing her voice alone which is alot for an computer generated voice. She is kinda clunky to work with at first but now i find her a pleasure to use especially in the songs she can tackle with perfection.A tip from me is that if you want her to have a wider range i recommend adding her C5(from fantasy) and B4(from lilith) so if her G4 isn’t powerful enough you can replace it with her C5 or if you want a cool little falsetto or weak note in the high range you can replace it with her B4.

Example of usages:

Usage by Aoka on YT

Usage by Akem on SC

Proof of usage and experience with the vb by the reviewers:

Usage by Nick on SC

Usage by Ramus N on SC

#UTAU #review #gahata meiji

[wilmabush507]

40 kreative Acrylmalideen für Anfänger #decordiy

40 kreative Acrylmalideen für Anfänger #decordiy

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ramus, abel, and danny were symphogear mutuals

sharu and nick were corpse party mutuals

mei was?????????????? a pokemon mutual kinda but apparently she scoped me for a while sdFGHFD

a lot of yall were madomagi mutuals including my fuckging girflrend and lily

#noire.txt #i gather gays from all the lands...........................

[ericfruits]

Australia is edgy about China’s growing presence on its doorstep

THE new wharf at Espiritu Santo island in Vanuatu is one of the longest in the South Pacific. Built by Chinese contractors with a loan from the Chinese government, it can accommodate three cargo ships or two cruise liners at the same time. But it is not its capacity that has attracted attention in nearby Australia (see map). Press reports there suggest that the governments of China and Vanuatu have been discussing the establishment of a Chinese naval base on Espiritu Santo. Although Vanuatu’s foreign minister, Ralph Regenvanu, roundly dismissed the reports, Malcolm Turnbull, Australia’s prime minister, took the story sufficiently seriously to say, “We would view with great concern the establishment of any foreign military bases in those Pacific Island countries.” Vanuatu’s prime minister has since reassured him in person that no base is in the offing.

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China has greatly expanded its presence in Pacific countries in recent years, mainly by financing infrastructure projects like the wharf. But Chinese firms have diversified beyond such development schemes into commercial construction. Mining, including the $2bn Ramu nickel mine in Papua New Guinea and gold and bauxite mines in Fiji, has also attracted Chinese capital.

Australian officials are clearly spooked. Last year the country’s spy chief, Nick Warner, persuaded the prime minister of the Solomon Islands to drop a deal with Huawei, a Chinese telecoms firm, to lay a subsea internet cable to Australia. Instead, the Australian government is financing the project itself. In January Australia’s international development minister, Concetta Fierravanti-Wells, accused China of deliberately indebting Pacific islands by constructing “useless buildings” and “roads to nowhere”—comments the Chinese government dismissed as “full of ignorance and prejudice”.

There is no doubt that external debt is piling up all over the Pacific. Vanuatu’s stands at around a third of GDP, and around half of that is owed to China. Samoa’s debt amounts to 50% of GDP, around 40% of which is owed to China. Two-thirds of Tonga’s debt, which is also about half of its GDP, is held by China. Tonga came close to default in 2013. China was not willing to write off any of its debt, but did suspend repayments for five years.

But leaving Pacific governments beholden is a far cry from building a naval base. The Chinese navy ventures only occasionally and cautiously into the distant reaches of the Pacific, usually in the form of a courtesy call by a hospital or training ship to a friendly country such as Fiji. China only has one foreign base at the moment, in Djibouti in the Horn of Africa, right next to the main shipping lane between Asia and Europe. Vanuatu, by contrast, is a much less strategic spot.

Moreover, if China does want to build a base, Vanuatu would be a peculiar choice. Its government has changed 24 times since independence in 1980. The constant political intrigue sometimes manifests itself in foreign-policy rows. Fiji, which has been at odds with Australia ever since a military coup in 2006, is much better disposed towards China. More deeply indebted Tonga, meanwhile, has an enticing harbour at Vava’u in the country’s north. What they all have in common, however, is a knack for exploiting geopolitical rivalries (oscillating between China and Taiwan has been a common ploy) to win more foreign aid. Time, perhaps, for Australia to build a few nice, long wharves.

This article appeared in the Asia section of the print edition under the headline "The Great Wharf"

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