A world of a thousand worlds

Bleh

"That filthy woman has to be crucified immediately. Before the Vortex of Vague has been alive!"
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What.

My breath formed curiousity. My eyes blurry; itching from my sweaty eyes, frowning and squinting and patting my sides of the bed, in search of my temporary lost phone.

Pressing a certain button of my phone,

It says, 03:07 a.m

My bladder urges me to go to the Realm of Paradise; the bathroom.

My feet; in a smooth gliding like feeling

My stubborn little piggy; hits a hard surface. As hard as his head; the nail.
    Making me cry in suffering, as my heel stepped in a lego

The giant has been taken down

My tears as waterfalls.

I stood up; in defeat. I sprinted towards the Realm.

"AREEYAH ITS TWO IN THE MORNING!"

Yelled by a dragonic maiden; barbarian.

"I KNOW. ACTUALLY ITS ALREADY THREE!" I roared back.

"WHY ARE WE YELLING!?" She did the same.

"I DON'T KNOW!" I also did.

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Releasing that polluted water I held within four hours of hibernation.

My back slouched; with the world carried in my shoulders.

I head back on top of our bunk bed. I caught a glimpse of a hooded figure; which I taught as a Dementor.

"Hey...good morning..."

     it was Lisa, took off the corner of a blanket on top of her head, gleaming in the dark her silver hair which was once pitch black. With black ombred in her layered bob.

She responded with a nod; I sat next to her. "Sleep got cut off right?" I slided a smile sympathetically.

"I have the same historical vision as before; I cannot even recall it." Eyes watery in the present. I slid slowly as I head back to my bed.

With my hand got caught.

"Clarity will get ill; I'm not sure if it is tomorrow or the other day." I turned back, eye contacting with her depthless eyes.

Considering it as a vision I head back to my mattress on top.

I eyes got heavy quick.

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(Now in Omniscient Pov)

After the blizzard left, it has turned out to be hazing in heat like summer, instead of mild warmth similar to spring.

Within early ages of a certain island;

A man; with his tattered cape fluttered like the wings of a dove

With ashes as the raven's beauty

His hair in azure color. His feet rippled the low rise water in the dirted brick pathway. His bandages like wild gusts; covered in blood, ashes, dirt and even tattered.

In the center of a certain village, all of the women; in all ages, had been caught in the attention of the rogue man.

In their eyes were lust, in a fantasy. In the sight of their dream love.

But the man was in search of the unknown, not for lust nor a partner.

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For his search took his whole energy, him proceeding in a tavern, a tavern full of strangers.

"Sir, forgive us if we don't have enough...change from that bounty of yours." the staff gave a bronze like key, with rusted edges.

"Would it be alright if we can pay you with pur beauties?" the staff slid his hand toward some women in an appearance fit in marriage. Slowly sliding, groping, touching their seductive parts for entertainment; for interest for the man.

"May I learn the name of the youthful gentleman?" the staff raised his brow.

"Accrensieus [Akkresio] Nuen, my lord." the man put his hoodlike hat in his back. Revealing his sharp, appealing features.

"Accrensieus, the Dim Light? It is an honor for you to stay in here." the staff bowed respectfully infront of the man. "Pleasure for you to take the room for free. Please feel free to take one of these women along with you." the staff smiled in aloof.

"Thank you." the man then took a few random women. Then nodded in appreciation.

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A pale crepuscular ray of sunlight then awoken the princess.

"Areeyah! I'm going to the lower floor, you want anything???" yelled by Trinity.