The big, vast land was scarier than Sahara thoughtâ¦
The magical beasts roamed freely and throughout the short amount of time that she had seen of this place, she had seen no person in it. Sahara had no idea how people went from capital to capital. That was, of course, assuming that there was more than just one capital on this planetâ¦
She had been told that there were other âHavenâsâ but no one seemed to go into details about them. Which seemed somewhat oddâ¦Why donât they join up? Or were they all stuck like this? Was there some type of magical force shield or something that made Green Haven safe?
What Sahara did find out though, a few months ago, was that before âGolden Havenâ became ruins, the capitals were all linked together and were a lot more orderly.
When she had gone to âschoolâ here, she had learnt about writing, poetry, art and needlework. For the most part, Sahara knew off these things already and just got better at them. But what she had tried to do, many times, was getting to know more of the planet, but rarely anything was ever taught in that âsubjectâ!
This was why the teacher hadnât liked her, as Sahara was curious about stuff that he wasnât there to teach for, but still a good enough student, so he wasnât able to punish her!
But Sahara honestly didnât understand why her questions bothered the teacher so much! She guessed she was just too used to knowing whatever she wanted easily, by using the internet on her computerâ¦In her own houseâ¦
Here, well itâs like being trapped within and the outside was a total mystery! Who knows whatâs out there!
It had gotten so much out of hand for her, that Sahara had started to remember all the alien movies that she had seen in her previous lifeâ¦Well, at least she was entertained for a while!
â¦But her questions remained unansweredâ¦
What Sahara pondered more on, back when she lived in the Rolland Estate, was if there were âschoolâsâ that taught cultivation instead. Then, through investigating this, there were quite a few âAcademiesâ.
What seems to happen was, till a certain age, children are taught particulars and the growth of their cultivation is depending only on themselves or their families. It seems, with this strategy, they want to knock out all the bludgers and people who are wastes.
So, in other words, if their family doesnât work hard enough, there was no access into these Academiesâ¦
What stunned Sahara, though, was that not only do many rich people get into them easily, as they have access to pills or whatnot, but if commoners end up able to cultivate, they may also enter the Academyâ¦So being able to enter an Academy seemed like it wasnât based upon the rich and wealthyâ¦Well, it seemed that way but you never knowâ¦
There was a problem, a reason why commoners rarely became the rich, and that was because they either had too much work to worry about cultivation or they didnât have the means to teach their children about itâ¦
Sahara could only sigh to how both her last world and this one had rich and poor and a separation between the two that never seems to disappearâ¦It seems that even a change of world didnât change things like thisâ¦
Anyway, thinking of this information now, Sahara believed it wouldnât be too long before Samuel might go to one of these Academiesâ¦When she had left, he was still only a rank one cultivator, but if he advanced to rank two, he could get in.
It really was a pain in the ass, though!
Sahara wanted to know how to kill magical beasts and how to get their ânucleusâ inside them. The ânucleusâ seemed to come from them butâ¦Is it in the heart? Is it in the head? Does she have to reach into their flesh with her own hands? Just the thought of that and Sahara made a face! She wanted to know what kinds of beasts there were and how it could help her! Was it only one beast and it didnât matter or was it like books where there were like level ten beasts with better loot!
It was this type of knowledge that she felt like she lost out on! She would have gladly given up needlework to have learned about this!
â¦She felt like she had wasted all that time becauseâ¦In the vast wildernessâ¦One aspect of it being scary was simply because she had no idea on what to expect!
Sahara never really liked school in her previous life either. Yet, in this âschoolâ she felt that it had been totally useless!
Now that Iâm out in the vast area, Iâm just going to have to learn everything all by myselfâ¦
With the lazy side of her not particularly happy, Sahara continued on, making sure that she stayed aware at all times.
She was still poisoned and didnât have any kind of help. She decided to always make sure, that from now on, she kept half of her spiritual essence for emergenciesâ¦Which meant that recuperating from her poison will take longer.
Unknowingly, because of her delay to rid of the poison completely, Sahara gained something from it. Not only has she been slowly becoming immune to the âTwo Faced Poisonâ, that no one had ever accomplished before, but there was anotherâ¦Strange thing that happened to herâ¦
In the last two months, without Sahara knowing, her eyes had started to change color. If someone had known her, they wouldnât have seen a difference straight away. But by now, a few months later, they would have seen it!
Saharaâs eyes had gone from a brown, to a dull, dark red, at first. Now they have gone more of a blood red color, that would have made her laugh and think of vampires. Butâ¦She had no idea, so she missed out on a good chance to be amused at this time of need for it. And since she didnât care too much about how she looked, being a former bogan, she doesnât find out for some timeâ¦
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When Sahara hit the spot that she had intended, from way back from her bed in the Rolland estate, she jumped up the tree and found a good place to stay. She didnât want to stay long in a place still quite opened, even though there were other trees around. It wasnât a jungle or bush, but it had two hills close by and another patch of trees in seeing distance.
For the time being, I will use my stars to find where I will go to next from hereâ¦
As the days went by, Sahara rarely fell into a deep sleep, as she would hear all the beasts that were close by. She kept an eye on the poison that was still in her body, but only tended to it just enough to make sure she could move properly. Spending most of her focus in finding a safe place for her to go, put Sahara up to be a rank three cultivator!
After she had âdingedâ, Sahara remembered that the first son of her âstupid grandfatherâ, was a rank three cultivator tooâ¦
She hadnât thought about the Rolland Estate until nowâ¦But now that she did, she wasâ¦She felt the emotion that was slowly creeping up on herâ¦An angry emotion, that seems to be wanting to tip over!
Sahara looked out at the vast land around her and sighed.
She wasnât a saint, she knew that she felt what she felt for a reason. It wasnât hard to know that she was angry at so many things, that it was like a drain that was already filled with water and spilling out onto the road.
As Sahara tried to calm herself down her eyes unknowingly were now glowing a bright red to her hidden rage, finishing the change to her eyesâ¦A change that no one had ever seen before.
If one where to seek answers for this change, you would see that nothing changed the eyesight of the bearer, it was just the pigment change that overruled the normal color that one is born withâ¦As the poison is strong in many waysâ¦But the poison had become somewhat a part of her, and her eyes showed a place where the poison can show itself to the outside world. The poison showed a glow when her blood was pumping as it was when she was angryâ¦It was almost like another whole living being inside of another living beingâ¦Almost like a parasiteâ¦
Sahara missed Talon, the gentlest man she has ever met, in both lifetimes. Sahara also miss Samuel, who was more like a kitten or a little puppy, instead of an elder brother, reminding her very much of her precious daughterâ¦
I guess I miss that man too. He was good company.
She pictured the man in her mind, and realized that she never really got his nameâ¦
Or number! Haha!
But then Sahara thought that sheâd probably forget his name anyway. His face was betterâ¦
Daydreaming was something easily done, and when it come to that unbelievably, good looking man, Sahara could lose an hour just picturing a scene in meeting him, or dating him, in modern day Earth.
One time, in the âdaydreamâ, theyâd be in an elevator at work, and she didnât know that he was the CEO. Another daydream was about him getting lost in her small town and she had to give him directions, then heâd follow her homeâ¦
Sahara sighed, as she remembered a few romantic novels, as romance was her favorite genre. In this damned place, she hadnât read one single romance story!
That was the only time Sahara wasnât a realist! Her imagination was like her own Hollywood! She could pretend that she was sitting on a couch, in a theater, and watching a movie!
Sahara thought of her âstupid grandfatherâ for a short moment but didnât think that she missed him. What she didnât think of, was how things were without her there, back in the Rolland Estate. Her first and only idea on how the Rolland Estate is without her, would be that they were probably happierâ¦
What she did sense, was that she was slowly, already, becoming closer to her âbadâ side once again.
In her previous life, she had taken thirty years to accomplish itâ¦
Itâs only been fourteen years and she already feel it overcoming her or flowing through herâ¦When she thinks back to how she felt and to the differences between both of her âgoodâ side and âbadâ side, it does make one wonder why it happens.
To be in a place like this and wonder why it happens! It has to be because of this kind of era! This kind of era is doom!
Sahara has given it some thoughtâ¦Other than blaming the eraâ¦On why she can change, and the best thing that she can come up with, is that through the times sheâs âgoodâ, she endures and probably bottles up all the feelings that she has. When things become too much for her and sheâs in a position that needs her to become a stronger person, who can go without feelings, her âbadâ side comes out.
Sahara wasnât crazy, nor did she have two personalities, both of these sides were definitely a part of herâ¦Well, that was her point of view anywayâ¦
Sahara guesses that itâs just strange, for a certain time while sheâs âbadâ, a few views of hers change. One is, that human life can mean nothing to her, especially if someone has done something wrong to her or someone that she cherishes.
Another is, she doesnât hesitate at all to do what she wants to do. Like when she had first shot someone in her past life, Sahara didnât stop in shock, nor did she feel bad about it. But it doesnât mean that she didnât know what she did or havenât thought about it.
Yet, till this day, Sahara has no regrets and would do everything all over again, knowing full well that she had snuffed out peopleâs lives.
She knows that their families and friends probably miss them, and that people will get mad or angry over her killing them, but as far as sheâs concernedâ¦They were there!
If they didnât want to die, they shouldnât have kidnapped her daughter, hurt her, then kill her in front of her!
â¦Upon thinking this, Sahara suddenly had an idea on why the police, ambulance car might have been in a crash.
Perhaps, someone had come after me, because of what I didâ¦Guess Iâll never find out thoughâ¦
Over the last few years, Sahara has come to wonder if her instincts also help other peopleâs lives. And with her ending and how she had failed to save her daughterâ¦And herselfâ¦She believed, to a certain degree, that this was just one instance where she may have saved someone else in the future from being taken by the bad guys. Because how could someone die to their hands now that they were all died?
Although, Sahara wasnât sure with that, but she still hoped for it to be true. She didnât want other people to go through the same thing as she did, losing a child like that is horrible!
Sahara knows losing a child, in general, isnât good at all. But she guessed that she was a little biased. Her daughter saw something sinister with her innocent eyes, was taken to a place she didnât know, didnât eat, was beaten black and blue, and didnât shower. Sahara had spent months to find her and when she had seen her like this, Sahara had been mortifiedâ¦But then, on top of all this, she was suddenly sliced at the neck, right in front of Saharaâs very own eyes!
Sahara had seen her daughterâs lifeless body fall to the floorâ¦After only seeing her for a short moment, and hearing her voice saying âmumâ, she had goneâ¦
How could she not be biased!?
But since Sahara had failedâ¦To protect herâ¦Then why did her instincts work so hard to keep her alive till the bitter end?
â¦Thatâs why I think that sometimes itâs not just for me, but that it could be helping somebody else later.
Itâs weird, but after Sahara could move on from her memories, she came up with some other times when she had to do something, because of her instincts, and she got no benefit out of it, whereas somebody else did.
Perhaps, thereâs something more to my instincts that I canât seem to seeâ¦
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Within another week, from staying close to that tree that she had found, Sahara had disappeared.
She had found a place to go, to mumble her sorrows away and fix the poison in her body.
Butâ¦That tree had a twig, and that twig was bent, and then there was a few footprints and some left-over fruit scrapsâ¦
That was all it took for someone to continue further onto their quest, to find the missing, thirteenth young missâ¦
End of Volume One
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