I’m going to do something pretty daring—have you all read martial arts, fantasy, and maybe watched Hunter x Hunter (the best, by the way), well, with a little bit of manipulation, I’m going to incorporate all systems into this story. I hope I’ve explained it well! But that'll be in chapter 5!

POV William (not necessarily an important character)

Who knows.

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Willamy Enera. The top researcher in the SIA (Supernatural Incidents Agency). A genius, they called her, for she had discovered more about mysterious abilities than anyone had. But she was well known for also being out-of-sorts, and somewhat compulsive.

She was never satisfied. Despite her accomplishments, she understood just how little she understood about abilities. Irritable, she often paced around, muttering, and biting her fingernail.  

She often asked, “Where do abilities come from? Where do they draw their energy from? Why are some similar, like telekinesis, and why are some so unique, like Instant reading? Why do some require power, and why are some limitless? What determines one’s abilities?”

On the day of the ‘calamity’ she was found laughing, “Yes! Yes! Finally! Something new! Something Interesting!”

She was met with looks of disdain. She was ostracized.

She really isn’t a bad person though, I thought.

2 years ago she suddenly marched into our office space and screamed, “I need an assistant!” We had all stared at her blankly. After all, what were we supposed to do about it? Then, one by one, she began demanding our names.

“Yolanda Nivrit.”

“Lewis Chung.”

“ Newt, Newton Osbourne.”

“William Mark.” I said.

“You, you will do.” Her voice was suddenly strangely soft, and she pulled in close, too close. Up close, If not for her messy ginger hair and round glasses she actually looked kind of cute—

“You will do because your name has no meaning.”

It does though, I thought.

Perhaps she thought that because ‘Willamy’ was similar to ‘William’. Dr. Enera was famously known for obsessing about her name. Her parents, she claimed, had given her her name on a whim, with no real meaning, just an appealing mixture of syllables. So she said, research became her meaning.

She had given herself meaning.

I discovered over the next two years, that she wasn’t as crazy as the rumors made her out to be. I had plenty of time, I became her assistant after all.

She enjoyed drinking all kinds of tea. She was strangely kind to small animals. She would take long walks while pondering a problem, and I would stick with her—I was afraid a car would hit her when she wasn’t looking.

There were other times when I thought, “Yup, she’s crazy after all. Why am I even here?” She would spend days on end researching, drag me to outings on a frivolous whim, and skip work while doing nothing but doodling, which she was surprisingly good at.

This was one of those times.

We were in a helicopter, riding up towards the top of an impossibly large tree, which had suddenly grown after the ‘calamity’ now dubbed ‘Silent Fall’. On it was a message written in an unknown language, but somehow all nationalities have been able to understand, the ‘Babylon Language’.

Written was simply, rather cheekily:

This you have brought upon yourselves.

You see, you were killing me. I hated it, really.

So I thought, “Ahh~ I have to do something!”

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Sooooo, I will do two things.

Yes, two things!

One, you have experienced already.

It wasn’t all bad, I promise.

Hmph. It’s not like you deserve my promise though!

I need to do a good job to show someone, so I have to stop being lazy.

So the second thing I will do is this!

If you don’t start investing more in environmental technologies,

I will bring disaster upon you!

And I mean YOU, the people who decides funding, the head honchos.

And of course, the rest of the government and any environmental haters.

No one should hate me though, Of course!

Ehh… That’s all.

Following the discovery, religious debates were rekindled by the mentioned ‘someone’.

More than that, the tree itself was miraculous (other than the fact it grew ‘overnight’), but just from test conducted on the outer realm of the obsessively large tree, it was concluded that even more species of animals live inside than what has already been discovered. Thus, the tree was dubbed ‘Lignum Vitae’ – the tree of life.

And me, my poor pitiful self has somehow ended up in a helicopter riding up to the top of the tree.

“YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Willamy screamed at the top of her lungs, as we ascended the length of the tree, “Isn’t this exciting, William!”

I didn’t say anything. If I did, my dinner might end up back in my own face.

“Hey, hey, Look! Is that a unicorn? AHAHA for real!” Because of the swaying of the helicopter, her pointed finger became a baton.

Urg. Please don’t point down. You don’t want dinner to end up on you.

We have climbed for only around ten min so far, at around 20 mph. The tree was dizzily taller than Mount Everest. It’s a wonder how such a large manifestation didn’t disturb our planetary rotation.

In around 30 minutes, I was saved from the rollercoaster tin can. The helicopter gently landed on a wide branch at the very top of the tree.

“Never. Again.” I moaned, clutching my stomach.

“William,” she chuckled, nimbly hopping from the helicopter onto the branch, “We still have the way down!”

I groaned.

“Unless you want to stay up here.”

“I’ll go back down, if I may.”

She spun around, her white lab coat twirling next to the backdrop of the night sky.

“Isn’t it strange, that it’s so warm up here?”

“We’ve been over this haven’t we?” I gestured to my casual wear, and for the fun of it, my rabbit slippers.

“But it’s so mysterious!” Her eyes seemed to glitter; the stars reflected in her wide green eyes, “The tree itself practically glows! It radiates heat! Truly a tree of life!” She spun again, and seemed to slip—

I grabbed her waist, pulling her down to a seated position, warning her seriously, “If you’re not careful, your trip back down will not be by helicopter.”

She trembled violently. Was she scared? I leaned in closer, I could smell a sweet fragrance, like fresh vanilla and pomegranate, did she always wear perfume?

And she burst out laughing, she pressed her forehead to mine, and whispered in an unusually gentle voice, “William, my protector.” Her forehead felt hot, I gazed into her eyes, the twinkling of the stars seemed to grow brighter, a canvas for our lov—

“EH-HEM. Are you done yet?”

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The next chapter is going to be a lot longer... Probably.