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"Annus Paradoxi 0 - Ruined nest of the lich -- Shienoai" – "Ground zero"
"The Third Confrontation: A.P. 231 - Azure Empire's Red dream -- Seojjog Deulaegon" – "The king of fire"
"The Second Confrontation: A.P. 468 – Snow Princess' Ten Years' War -- Frosthelm"
"The fourth Confrontation: A.P 756 – The renegade fairy queen – Arthingthor"
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----Timeline post A.P. 1023 collapsed----
----Temporal tampering detected. Switching to manual manipulation mode---
***
With a shrill noise, a cup was slammed onto a table, its content spilling around before disappearing into steam clouds, its owner throwing back their head and screaming in pain. A golden hourglass reversed itself, the light yellow liquid flew back into the cup and the person sat down onto a plush chair.
Somewhere in this dark place, where objects glowing a blue-silver light were floating in the void, two entities were sitting on comfortable Victorian style bronze chairs, in front of each other, only separated by a table covered in white cloth upon which a full tea set was spread.
In the background, all around them, gears were turning, their size varying from coin to building sized. Strangely enough, the only source of noise besides the two inhabitants of that place was the ticking of a small golden clock.
At first glance, the item was far from the strangest thing in this place, until one noticed it had many more hands than what a regular clock should have, none of them following the general time measuring convention, if that place had any.
The person on the throne like chair, a young blonde haired woman with bronze appendages was sipping from a cup, seemingly unaffected by her previous crisis, when the clock started whirring menacingly. One of the hands, wooden and three pronged, hit eleven, making a wooden bird surge out and squawk mechanically. The violet and gold odd colored eyes of the individual drinking in front of the woman shifted towards the contraption.
"Is it time?"The person asked towards the little girl in a blue dress fingering her cup mischievously, sitting in her throne.
"Seems so. I wonder what piece will disappear this time around?" She chirped while throwing her spoon at two metal women, one in armor and the other holding a dice, merged into one of the cogs, a light ping sounded from the impact before the piece of silverware fell into the darkness. Another spoon appeared in her hand and she added some milk and sugar to her tea. As she brought it to her lips, the austere looking middle aged woman, in her crispy clean black and white dress suit grimaced, before putting the cup to the side, serving herself more of the brew and drinking it without adding anything. Her companion didn't seem to notice anything wrong with the situation and was instead toying with a glass.
"What is your angle this time?"
"After that catastrophe in Russia, or whatever they call it these days, it's become clear that tree's willing to throw everybody else under the bus." The old woman, head full of silver threads, cackled menacingly. " 'If they're so eager to discard their pieces, then I shouldn't hesitate to make use of it' – Or so I would have said. Ten to One it's a trap." The girl smiled sweetly as her companion snorted a 'no bet'.
A lithe dragon and a bleeding heart joined the three pronged hand. Another mechanical bird chirped and the blonde woman raised her hand, carefully plucking a hair off her head.
"I suppose I'll have to wait and see if they even notice the absence of one of theirs." Her bronze nail dug into her index' artificial flesh, a red and golden fluid oozing from the wound, before sluggishly covering the golden thread."The chaos caused by the squirrel should distract them for a while, the Paradox shouldn't help either and... Oh?" With a shrill noise, the sword hand, whose position was at three o clock, started moving counter clockwise to two o clock. A golden head tilted before its owner started laughing. It was not a nice one. "There you are, little cheater~ You should know better than trying to tamper with time..." With one finger, she moved back the sword shaped hand to eleven, with the three others. " And not expect me to intervene, hmm? Ah, well, you're as much a thorn in their side as you're one in mine, so I'll allow it for now. Have fun wearing nappies again... Haaaah, you really have the luck of the gods, eh Lily ? Even when I've established a future like that, your existence wont be destroyed so easily..."
She pulled up the bloodied hair and stared at it intently before huffing, mildly amused, and letting it fall. It fell gently down, shining and pulsating, onto a golden mirror. On the side, a golden hourglass was losing its sand. The hair finally shone a bright silver, disappearing in a red flash.
"Booh, creating oneself a worldly avatar is always so costly..." Whined the blonde.
The odd eyed individual stared dubiously at the chaotic swirl of...things...whatever they were, under the mirror.
"Did I tell you that this is creepy today?" They started casually.
" Twenty six times." The blonde chirped, earning herself a nod from her companion.
"Good. Add once more."
"Noted." The little girl almost spat out the tea, grimacing and taking her sweetened cup, muttering about old people and their weird tastes." A paradox this size never is pretty. This world is the result of R, Y and Tasuku's meddling, yet, those events haven't come to pass, because I broke the loop. By all rights, the world should cease existing beyond the Zul 'invasion' after our delightful trip to the virtual world, but that in itself would result in those event repeating themselves. I also like existing, thank you very much."
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"And yet, here we are." The other chair was deserted by its occupant, who was walking leisurely on the table towards her. "When I told you you'd mess the world up, I wasn't daring you, you know?" there was mock anger in the faux-uninterested voice.
The blonde woman raised an eyebrow at the tone.
"And here I thought you wanted nothing to do with my 'messing up the laws of the universe'?"
"The martial realm gods reincarnated, they want another go. "
Upon receiving that particular bit of information, golden eyes closed slowly, before reopening.
"Oh, dear me."A feline stretching was her only answer.
"Anyways, the last thing we need is..." the odd eyed individual trailed off, looking at the various colored glass orbs the old woman was holding."... You're incorrigible."
"He he he, rules are rules, if no one of the primordial realm vouched for them, they lose their divinity upon entering the mortal realm. That's what they get for trying to sneak away like thieves. Ha!"
Several other hands appeared at eleven: An eagle joined with a falcon, a flower, a flame, a fist, a bell, a spiral, a scroll, a crown and a gear.
"And here comes feather head. Now we have the full set, it almost feels like a class reunion." sighed the little girl wistfully. Both of them tactfully avoided the fact that no class ever survived her. The other jumped on the blonde's knees, head rubbing hers affectionately.
"Got to go, somebody has to keep the order."
She scratched the furry ear, smiling when a purr answered her. "Yes, yes, god of order and..."
"No." a paw swatted at her hand in reaction to her teasing and she pouted.
"Booh."
A flash of black jumped into the mirror and the girl was left alone, sighing, before looking down at the pulsating, red orb that she knew was hovering inside the vortex.
"Damn, throwing you inside a time paradox isn't enough to actually destroy you huh?"
A soft, androgynous voice resonated through the space.
"You'll have to do better than that, my dearest."
"Shut up, you creep." The blonde scowled before stomping away, ignoring the increasingly loud laughing.
***
This was a familiar situation, but at first, I didn't want to believe it. After all, what were the odds of me being reborn twice?
That... Wasn't supposed to happen, getting stuck in a warm and dark place where I couldn't move or do anything. Alice-chan's book did look a little shifty...
Black eyes glittering and honey brown hair in a cute bob bouncing, my childhood friend from the orphanage, Alice-chan, approached me with a book she got from a merchant. Since she was a mage, she was always on the lookout for artifacts and according to her, it was leaking the same type of magic I owned, but never could use. I did have quite a bit of magic myself, but nobody knew how to use it, and it wasn't compatible with any other magic system. I know that because we went to the Veridian country's capital, or more precisely, the magic academy to get myself tested when I was fifteen.
The book was entirely black, with no writing on the cover, bound in leather, thicker than my arms and heavier than my sword. It was written in strange letters, made up with sticks, and held diagrams and some images. We spent months studying that book, when Dan, another friend from the orphanage who became a merchant arrived in a panic. War was declared between Arthingthor and Veridian. We were twenty at the time, after everything was said and done, I was twenty three, Dan was killed in suspicious circumstances and Alice-chan was dying in front of me.
Time was my element, and despite my misgivings, I was willing to take the risk to save the woman I have loved ever since we were children. The spell was supposed to send me back to when I was twelve, a reasonable age to start acting more mature without much suspicion, considering it was the period the orphanage was destroyed by bandits. Going any further would cripple my magic...
As I reminisced, the space tightened for what seemed to be an eternity, before flashes of sensations much too intense for myself assaulted me.
I was one, according to the lady of the orphanage, when I realized I was sent back too far in time.
Well, I thought, it never hurts to have an early start.
Never before was I so wrong. As I was turning eight years old, a certain person appeared.
"So you're the kids I'm supposed to teach?"
Dark blonde hair in a short ponytail, violet eyes, clothes and attitude screaming 'I'm better than all of you combined in every possible way'...
" *Sigh* I suppose I have no choice."
A rotten, superior demeanor, a slight accent, about my age...
"I'm Alastair Aevi, Marquis of Almeta, starting from today, one day a week, I will teach you about history, geography, writing, reading, and about everything else I can think of. As long as you listen, there won't be any problems."
I had totally forgotten about that guy.
Not that I'm ungrateful, he did make things easier for us, but...
That guy, he's a demon! He - Eh ? What's with the fangirling?
The girls didn't squeal that hard last time!
Tch, damn handsome.
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Yay! I'm back with more mind****ery!
Much confusion °0°!
Yes, I'm going with the sequel and not the spinoff, just because I can! T'was about the haremettes and such anyways.
Rule number 3 of the Pana-verse : Nacchan always has at least one creepy stalker, regardless of her incarnation.
I'm focusing on my lessons right now, so don't expect much from me before June, when my exams are over. I wasn't going to post this, buuut a reader convinced me x)