✧𝔖𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔞𝔩𝔯𝔶✧

𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔩 𝔭𝔩𝔞y

2019 ━━ "Sometimes, all you can do is lie in bed, and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart."━ William C. Hannan.

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In the days when freedom first dawned, it felt like a new era of hope, with rays of blessings shining on the poor and the oppressed. A light flickered in the hearts of the people, sparking the change the country so desperately needed. The Merles, for the first time, found their voices heard. They believed that better days were ahead, unaware of the shadows creeping in from the other side.

But the Arles saw this change differently. To them, it was not a blessing but a threat-a challenge to their power and way of life. The Merles, with their newfound freedom, now had the means to refuse, to rebel. This was unacceptable to the Arles, and in their fear, they turned to the darkest corners of their minds. They began to plot, to scheme, setting the stage for a secret war.

This war, waged in whispers and shadows, would not be kind. It would bring death and loss, tearing families apart and leaving scars that would never heal. The few who knew of this looming disaster braced themselves for the suffering to come. Meanwhile, the unsuspecting masses remained blissfully ignorant, cast aside and unprepared for the storm that was about to break. The time for peace was over; the time for survival had begun.

You would think that they did not prepare to fight back, but you don't know the least. They will fight, kill, conquer. The Merles will not sit back and accept the oppression laid on them. Instead, they are preparing, preparing for the worst, preparing more than the other. The Arles won't know what's coming, they won't and they will never find out until the end, or will they? Or will love bloom in the middle of extreme hatred between two individuals leading to another disaster? Well, only one way to find out.

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The sun had set, the morning left, and a string of another night joined the others. Water dripped down on his skin as he sprinted towards his home. Carrying a bag on his head to protect him from the heavy rain, his knitted wedge boots clinked in the muddy pile with every step he took. The capelet coat he had on was drenched in water as it stuck to his skin. He followed through the narrow path to his house. Moss covered the trails, stones cracking, all sprinkled with a whole lot of water.

Fussing with the keys, he slowly opened the door revealing a dim light. The walls were painted with an off-white brownish mix, barely illuminated by the weak lamp in the corner. He stepped in, removing his water-absorbed shoes. The floor was cold and wet, a stark contrast to the warmth he was craving. He needed to check the articles today and work on his assignment. Cursing under his breath, he took off his coat, shivering through the coldness that seemed to seep into his bones.

The night wore on, and the heaviness of his fatigue began to set in. The only sound was the persistent dripping of rain from the leaky roof, each drop echoing in the silence of the empty house. He stared at the piles of paperwork and assignments, the shadows dancing on the walls like ghostly reminders of the work still left to do. His mind was a whirlwind of stress and exhaustion, barely able to focus on the tasks at hand.

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"You sure I have to do it now?! Maji de??! Mina, this is not fair." Izuku paced around, fumbling with his clothes one by one, changing his attire to something more suitable for the night. His phone was tucked in his ear as he listened to whatever Ashido was saying through the call.

"I am so sorry Izu, but it's more important than you think, if we wait a second longer, they will definitely for sure have our location." She frankly apologized through the call, her voice filled with urgency. Izuku sighed deeply as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, contemplating if he had the time and rest to tackle this new problem.