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I stretch my back and do some sporadic exercising to get back into the swing of things. My face is being greeted by the warm ball of light illuminating it with its shining rays. My memories linger inside my mind for a moment before quickly dissipating. I have already found the answer I had been seeking, so relaying that answer can take as long as it needs to. There is no rush.

I twist around my right arm and left arm in sequence before grabbing behind my bed and taking out a pair of throwing poles. Next I erect a small altar of solid stone to stand on and light my iron poles covered with resin on fire before preparing to wake up my two family members.

*Breathe in*

*Hold*

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My caring wake-up cry has awoken the two Slumberheads out of their sleep. Time to shine!

I throw up the left pole while infusing it with a prepared amount of iron dust to make the flame shimmer in an orange hue before twirling the right pole around my body, which was infused with a different metal, whose name I don’t know to glow a magical royal blue.

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What is present before my eyes is the sleepy round face of my newest little sister having thrown her brush straight at my mouth, where it sliced open my lips.

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I rush up to her trying to wrestle her down and to pull her hair but she is one beat faster than me. She skillfully dodges my assault and instead goes in for a rear neck choke.

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Squirming from side to side she keeps a cold grip on myself while laughing.

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The girl can’t finish her sentence as I drop down to the ground and roll my body while throwing hers along with me. Just as a precautionary I desolidify the ground in front of her bed making her land in mud, while I take a breather in combination with a long lasting laugh.

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While laughing I suddenly notice her look of sadness, while she is laying in this newly created puddle of mud. Seems like she could break out in tears at any second now.

*hop down*

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That’s what I get for being nice. I watch my feet being swept away as my face is changing directions into the puddle of mud that I myself created. How can such a measly few lengths of a hand’s width be this foreboding. I would like to take this moment to look back at my entire life story to-

*Splash!*

It doesn’t help, that my face is being dunked into the mud by an additional helping hand as well as the force of gravity as I feel the cold texture of the pit I created coming back to bite me in the behind.

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*Stand up*

I decide to remain calm and look into her purple eyes. As much as I hate to admit it, she has bested me in a fair exchange.

*Bow*

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Maria regains her seriousness for a moment and imitates my gestures.

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We stay this way for a few seconds before breaking away into laughter. The rest of our morning is spent on playing around a bit more.

After remembering my past, that was like a hell, which seemed to never come to pass, the present truly feels like a gift.

Never in my life have I been this happy at any place. It feels almost unreal.

*Halt*

Is this even real?

Suddenly, this entire scenery is becoming cramped like a cage with painted walls. Am I truly in reality right now? Could it be, that I passed out on the streets after leaving the Blueseva-family? Am I still alive? Is this a dream? An illusion? Or maybe..?

Suddenly, my view turns upside down and the edges of what I can see start to darken. I see. So this has simply been a nice dream of a life I could have lived. In reality, the world these eyes will open up to will hold nothing other than despair and pain. And this terrible coldness.

<< -mog>>

But I guess that this is fine. I have always lived this life and it’s not like there is nothing worth living for. I shouldn’t strive to grab ahold of something like it is an illusion. Instead, I should always strive to create my own world.

<< -mog!>>

Could that world have any similarities with my dream? Of course! But what is important is not to strive to create my own story. No, I should always aim to create the story, which I will be proud of after remembering it. That is..

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*JOLT*

A jolt awakens me back to consciousness as I see two faces worriedly looking at me, tears in the two people’s eyes. I smile.