Significant parts of the past are always written with the purpose of remembering its existence. Names, dates, origin, places, and scenes, all those are recorded in books or any kind of documents. Those historical records and knowledge will continuously flow from generation to generation. However, not all are written and they've just been forgotten. Pete Proba. A famous novelist that gained popularity with his work. His one and only work that made thousands of people wait for the release of every part of it. The story in which unheard creatures existed with the purpose of eating away mankind. His name is well-known. Aside from his editors and some few people, no one knew his appearance for the reason of his immense hatred in mass media. But that's fine as long as he writes. However, all of a sudden, just before the ending, Pete Proba's hand that was naturally scribbling every part of the novel, suddenly stopped? "It's not because I don't know what to write next. It's because I know that's why I didn't continue." The book that he's been writing wasn't any kind of fictional book. He was writing a history that was never written in the past. The memories of his past existence hunted him for years and the only way to escape from it is to write it down, all of it, no single information must be left out for him to be free. And yet he deliberately put his pen down when he reached the beginning of the end. May he completely fall into madness but he refuse to write the next scene of the certain man's story. But who would know that that man himself was reading his work. Even barging through his window, being illuminated by the moonlight from the back as he crouch on the windowsill. Legs apart and cheek leaning against his knuckles. An odd smile playing on his lips as he stare at him with a cold gaze. Demanding for the continuation with a warning. "Write it 'til the end," the side of his lips lifted higher, "Write my legend." Date Started: July 08, 2020

#ProjectM II This work of fiction may include potentially disturbing readings, scenes and discussions around topics such as self-harm, physical violence, emotionally triggering materials, death and suicide. Please engage in self-care as you read this work. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

[Book 1 of Excelium] Written in TAGLISH As they say, what matters most in life is not the beginning nor the closing, it's the middle part of the plot that you construct yourself. Get your dream job, have good friends and acquaintances, fall in love with the partner you chose by heart, build a house for your family, and eventually pass on without leaving any underlying regrets. However, do you believe she heeds such idealism? After being transported to a different world that seems far from reality, an unknown desire sprouted within that she badly wants to satisfy. The copper tang of blood she's been familiarized to, that deep red liquid trickling down to the very tip of her blade, and her majestic figure made her who she is. Fear is said to be common whenever you witness how that ever eerie mysterious eyes gaze like none other. She is history itself that no one wanted to remember. ART AS COVER IS NOT MINE⛔ All credits goes to the artist: gren_art_ (Instagram)