Demigods, Magicians, Realitants

Here's a little insomniac treat for you, darlings. A repackage of Indonesian myth, Roro Jonggrang. Originally made for an assignment. Enjoy. >>>>><<<<< Humans’ lives are full of prejudice. Fear. Expectation. Rule. Myth. Stories are being passed on from generation to generation. And whatever stories you are told, all you must do is receive, believe, and pass on. But have you ever wonder if all the stories you are told is true? Because humans are full of flaws, and the telling of obscure lies, is one of them. >>>  The raven haired lady set down her quill and carefully rolled up the papers. Mournfully, she looked outside her windows while gently stroking the red pendant on her neck. “It is time,” she murmured. She took off her pendant, a dagger, and put it together with the papers inside a box. Then she stood up, and left. >>>  “Commander, our troops are already in standby.” “How’s the condition in Pra

Hello, darlings! Two months already? Whew, time does fly! I'm planning to have a real post in a few days, but in Bahasa. And that one won't be meaningless, promise. It's not even a crack and it has some valuable lessons.  Well, I do grow up, don't I? Anyway, here's a little meaningless post simply because I'm being my insomniac self. -What happens when a tab (that isn't even mine) with a drawing app installed is in front of me and I've nothing to do-  

A small sneak-peek of my fic centered on Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle's KuroganeXFai. I might or might not post the real fic in this blog, but I warn you, if I do, it will be a very long  fic with the speed updates of a snail. Hope you enjoy, darlings. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I had a twin, you know, in the womb. Our healer saw him. We should’ve been identical. But my kind mother is never one with much strength.  The womb couldn’t feed the two of us and keep us alive. One of us should give up his ransom or we both will die. I kept feed on my ransom and let my twin died. Don’t you see, Kurogane?  I’m a monster, even before I was born. I often wondered, if he still alive, what would he be like? Probably a picture of another me. Would we be close? Would we be similar? Would we be inseparable?  Would we hate each other’s guts? Would he have my name? Would he have my magic? Would he love my books