COMPLETED | VOLUME ONE |
It began as the usual flow for a reincarnated story...
Aerra believed, as a young girl, that her second life was nothing more than just about legends and prophecies like any other; meeting handsome guys; and spending heart...
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__________ • Harvest Arc • __________
Chapter 13: Harvest Day
Consciousness itself is a puzzling thing.
Whenever I sleep —even without any dreams, I just somehow know I'm asleep. With eyes closed, I feel myself surfacing a few inches from nothingness to a vague sense of awareness that I exist inside a body, just breathing and feeling like I'm floating over waters.
And slowly I'd sink back down, going deeper and deeper. Further away in a weightless sensation, hearing few noises around you but they're too distant to mind.
This way, it feels like I'm neither asleep nor awake.
Until I recognize the indecipherable sounds I hear from the background— birds chirping, that my first coherent thought pulls me up like a tide and drifts me to that door of light, finally surfacing. 'It's morning already.'
My eyelids slowly open, blinking few more times until I am able to perceive where I am.
And then I move my body as though it's my first time to control this earthly vessel. First my chest expands, breathing in. And then a wave of yearning to stretch comes next; from my shoulders down to my lowers limbs as if I could reach the end of my bed. Until finally, a yawn escapes from my mouth. The final incantation to completely awaken my existence back to reality.
I rubbed at my eyes and turned to my one side. And found a guy sleeping by the edge of my bed, occupying the huge space which is left unoccupied before, just beside me. Not too close but not too far either.
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I usually scream and then yell at him, or even hide under the covers but so many weeks already passed from the day I first met this guy and finding him next to me had been such a routine every. single. morning. that I just decided to watch his sleeping face until he wakes up, makes eye contact, greets me good morning groggily and then he walks up to my windows and jump off as if it's the most normal thing to do.
He is called as Eriol. He's our current mentor for guiding us how to use magic but he's actually just few years older than us. Aeron told me he's part of the Leingod Household under the House he named Windstray, for two years now, as a vassal. He's first in his line.
