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financeprincess · 2 years

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Gaining & Maintaining Power: A Reading List

Power & Manipulation

48 Laws of Power by Robert Green

The Prince by Machiavelli

Games People Play: The Basic Handbook of Transactional Analysis by Eric Berne

The Dictator's Handbook: Why Bad Behavior is Almost Always Good Politics by Bruce Bueno de Mesquita

Power: Why Some People Have It - And Others Don't by Jeffrey Pfeffer

The Wisdom of Psychopaths: What Saints, Spies, and Serial Killers Can Teach Us About Success by Kevin Dutton

Charisma & Social Skills

How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie

Crucial Conversations: Tools for Talking When Stakes Are High by Kerry Patterson

How to Talk to Anyone: 92 Little Tricks for Big Success in Relationships by Leil Lowndes

The Charisma Myth: How Anyone Can Master the Art and Science of Personal Magnetism by Olivia Fox Cabane

Captivate: The Science of Succeeding with People by Vanessa Van Edwards

Never Eat Alone, And the Other Secrets to Success, One Relationship at a Time by Keith Ferrazzi

The Like Switch: An Ex-FBI Agent's Guide to Influencing, Attracting, and Winning People Over by Jack Schafer

Persuasion

The Art of Seduction by Robert Green

Influence: The Psychology of Persuasion by Robert Cialdini

Win Bigly: Persuasion in a World Where Facts Don't Matter by Scott Adams

Pre-Suasion: Channeling Attention for Change by Robert Cialdini

Win Your Case: How to Present, Persuade, and Prevail, Every Place, Every Time by Gerry Spence

Nudge: Improving Decisions About Health, Wealth, and Happiness by Richard Thaler

Methods of Persuasion: How to Use Psychology to Influence Human Behavior by Nick Kolenda

You Can Read Anyone: Never Be Fooled, Lied to, or Taken Advantage of Again by David Lieberman

Influencer: The New Science of Leading Change by Kerry Patterson

Psychology

Thinking, Fast and Slow by Daniel Kahneman

The Art of Choosing by Sheena Iyengar

Drive: The Surprising Truth About What Motivates Us by Daniel Pink

Predictably Irrational: The Hidden Forces That Shape Our Decisions by Dan Ariely

Emotional Intelligence by Daniel Goleman

The Laws of Human Nature by Robert Green

Philosophy and Mindset

Meditations by Marcus Aurelius

Letters from a Stoic by Seneca

Man's Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl

Mastery by Robert Green

The Law of Success by Napoleon Hill

Antifragile: Things That Gain from Disorder by Nassim Taleb

The Daily Stoic by Ryan Holiday

Ikigai: The Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life by Hector Garcia

Public Speaking, Rhetoric, and Debating

Rhetoric by Aristotle

How to Argue & Win Every Time by Gerry Spence

The Quick and Easy Way to Effective Speaking by Dale Carnegie

The Art of Public Speaking by Dale Carnegie

Talk Like TED: The 9 Public Speaking Secrets of the World's Top Minds by Carmine Gallo

Verbal Judo: The Gentle Art of Persuasion by George Thompson, PhD

Thank You for Arguing by Jay Heinrichs

p.s. a lot of these can be found on z-library.

xoxo ❤️

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peggsmackdown · 4 months

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ROUND ONE, SIDE A

#hector and the search for happiness #lost transmissions #simon pegg #grand smackdown

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inlovewhithafairytale · 2 months

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01 x 01 Pilot part 1

"You're waiting in the car" is the first thing Dean says when he parks the '67 Chevy Impala in front of the apartments where their brother lived.

Yn scrunched up her nose and furrowed her eyebrows "dude. Why?"

"Cause I say so"

"Why do you get to see him before me? Its not fair" Yn says not backing up as her oldest brother got out of the car.

"Just stay in the car" Dean says slamming the car door shut behind him and making his way to the apartments.

The 15 year old leaned back against the car seat crossing her arms over her chest with a pout "not fair" she mumbled to herself.

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Yn had nodded off to sleep resting her head against the car window as she waited for her brothers hoping that Sam would go with them.

"Why did you even leave her in the car?" Sam asked Dean as he walked next to him to the parking lot.

"She was sleeping" Dean lied. Truth be told, he didn't want Yn to get her hopes up to Sam coming, he knew that she missed their brother horribly and had cried herself to sleep when he first went away to Stanford.

Yn woke up to her brothers voices and the sound of the cars trunk being open. She grinned widely when she heard Sam's voice and quickly opened the car door and rushed to Sam jumping into his arms and hugging him tightly as she let out a series of happy squeals.

"Sammy I missed you so fucking much" she said as Sam laughed hugging her tightly back and giving her a spin before setting her back on the ground.

"I missed you so much too Yn. Wow, you've grown so much!" Sam looked her up and down a smile on his face as he looked at his little sister.

"Yeah. She turned 15 two months ago" Dean cut in a with an edge to his words.

"Dean. I know" Sam answered glaring slightly at his brother.

"But that doesn't matter. We're here" Yn cut in giving Dean a reproach in her look, turning back to Sam "so...are you coming with us to search for dad?" She asked him eyes begging him to come.

"Yes, but i have to be back by Monday" came Sam's reply as he ruffled her hair up a bit.

Yn pouted a bit at his words "oh well I guess"

"Yn, get back in the car" Dean told her.

"Why?" She asked turning to him eyebrows furrowed.

"I want to talk with Sam and you're on the way. Car. Now" Dean said closing the back of the car.

Yn have a dramatic sight "fine...." she muttered and got back in the car arms crossed over her chest and a frown on her face. When she walked behind Dean she stuck her tongue out at him making Sam stifle a laugh.

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Dean knocked on the car window of the backseat startling Yn awake who sat up from the seat rubbing her eyes "what? Where are we?" She said groaning as she opened the car door.

"On our way to Jericho right now on a gas stop. Go to the bathroom" Dean said handing her a bottle of pear juice and a bag of cheese puffs "breakfast" he said simply and turning to Sam who was sitting shotgun he gestured to the other bag of chips he was holding"breakfast?"

Sam scoffed "no. How do you even give that to Yn?"

"Eh. I'm used to it." Yn said shrugging as Dean glared at his brother. Yn out her bag of chips and bottle of juice down on the leather seat and got out of the car stretching "I'm going to the bathroom" she said groaning a bit and walking past Dean into the small gas stop.

"How do you even buy stuff? Still on the credit card schemes?" Sam asked knowingly.

"Well, hunting isn't exactly a paying job" Dean shrugged as he walked to the other side of the car and got into the drivers seat.

"What names did you use this time?"

"Bert Afrahiam and his loving kids Hector and Evangeline Afrahiam" came the smug reply.

Sam gave a snort and a shake of his head turning his attention back to the cassette collection box Dean had "dude. You need to update your cassette collection. Black Sabath? Metallica? Ac/Dc? Who even listen to those anymore?"

"House rules Sammy, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cakehole" Dean said taking one of the cassettes and putting it on the radio.

"Sammy it's a chubby 8 hear old. Its Sam."

"Sorry. Can't hear you. Music's too loud" Dean said as he turned the music up, back in black playing loudly through the speakers.

The backseat door opened and Yn slipped in wincing slightly at the loud music. "Dude. Lower it down a little"

"House rules booger driver picks the music and-" Dean start again as he drove away from the gas station.

"Yeah but backseat gets to lower the music. Tune it down a bit, I've got a headache" Yn said rolling her eyes a bit at him

Dean complies and puts the volume down just a little.

Sam turns to her a bit of concern flashing through his face "you've got a headache?"

"No. But I'll get one if Dean keeps putting the music so loud"yn answered

Dean rolled her eyes at her through the rear view mirror "just eat your vegetables"

"Yeah dad..." yn said mockingly as she opened her bag of cheese puffs and started eating.

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Part two ... Flashbacks.a.k.a. younger years before season 1

if any of you have any ideas I am all ears <333

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birb-tangleblog · 3 months

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I'm seeing the 'happy anniversary' posts roll in, and fans lamenting the show's writing shortfalls in retrospect-

And if you weren't in the fandom when the show was airing and only watched it after it ended, I really can't understate how optimistic the fandom was at the time?

If you go back and look through the old bingo sheets, you can see a snapshot of what the prevailing theories/predictions were and what fans expected. (I have tags on both this blog and my art blog, #tts bingo, but I wasn't able to RB all of them- digging through '#tangled the series bingo' in the search will pull up more.)

People were eagerly looking forward to returning characters (the Brotherhood, ZT's disciples) in nearly every tentpole episode, rematches and fights, flashbacks, cameos, for Cass to redeem herself by the midpoint of season 3 so ZT could step up as the big bad- so many interactions and plot threads that never resolved to anything.

I think a lot of this is the product of a normal airing schedule with (mostly) weekly episodes and long hiatuses, but it also speaks to the show's potential and how frustrating the lack of follow through on the setup of seasons 1 and 2 was.

Special shoutouts to:

Fierce debate on if Cass or Adira would be the traitor in 'Destinies Collide'.

Adira and Hector working together to get the moonstone back after dedicating their lives to protecting the world from it. (nope)

Fans thinking that Quirin would appear and have a role in the episode where Varian gets kidnapped. (no)

Surely Cap will show up after 'Islands Apart', or share a heart to heart with Cass in the finale. (F)

Cass rejoining the main group and redeeming herself any episode now... annnyyyy episode now.....

#I'll probably make some more posts abt the anniversary! lots of feels #I rly do encourage you to go look at old bingo sheets #it's a walk down memory lane and a bit trippy in hindsight... we were so hopeful lmao #and not in a bad way either it's just interesting to look back #text post #my post #tangled the series

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halobirthdays · 6 months

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Happy birthday to Sergeant Major Avery Johnson!

Today is his -451st birthday!

Johnson was born and raised by his maternal aunt in Chicago, who kept him in tidy hand-me-downs and dutifully brought him to church. He enlisted in the UNSC when he was nineteen, believing the Insurrection to be a threat to innocent people. He quickly stood out among his peers and was hand-selected for the newly-instituted ORION project, an attempt at creating a new form of biologically enhanced soldiers to quell the Insurrection.

Avery underwent the training and augmentations, well-exceeding his superiors' expectations. However, the program as a whole was not the success the UNSC was hoping for, and was deactivated, though ORION would be used as the blueprint of the SPARTAN project. Johnson was reassigned to the marines.

He was then deployed to Tribute, where he failed to prevent an Insurrectionist terrorist from blowing up a diner, leading to several dozen civilian deaths. These events left him shaken, and he returned home to Chicago, only to find that his aunt had died. He spiraled, falling into a drinking binge and only recovering when a recruiter stumbled upon him in a gutter. The recruiter convinced Johnson to reenlist, and he was deployed to Harvest.

While on Harvest, the UNSC made contact with Kig-Yar, the first ever interaction between humanity and the Covenant. However, peace quickly failed, and he was involved in the very firsr battles of the Human-Covenant war.

This early experience would prove invaluable, and he was deployed on several key missions following these events. During OPERATION: SILENT STORM, he met Blue Team for the first time, and they earned his respect, with Johnson backing up John as leadership became accustomed to the Spartans. He also helped protect them when he accurately deduced that the Spartans were being targeted by Hector Nyeto.

Johnson continued to serve all the way up to the fall of Reach and the discovery of Installation 04. When the Covenant attacked the Pillar of Autumn, Johnson, along with the rest of the crew, landed on the Halo. Johnson and Keyes investigated intel from a captured Sangheili about a weapons cache on the ring. They found the Flood instead. Johnson survived as the Flood infected his squad and ultimately survived Halo's destruction when he was later discovered by Master Chief.

Following these events, Johnson received a promotion and Colonial Cross for his bravery on Halo, but the award ceremony was cut short when the Covenant attacked Earth. After chasing the Covenant forces off of the planet, Johnson and the In Amber Clad's crew discovered a second Halo installation.

He joined Commander Miranda Keyes to the Halo in search of the activation index to prevent the Covenant from firing the array. However, they were ambushed by Arbiter Thel 'Vadam and taken hostage by Tartarus and his Jiralhanae.

Keyes was brought to the control room to activate the ring while Johnson was about to be executed until they were interrupted by an attack from the Arbiter and the newly-formed Covenant separatists. Johnson then convinced Thel to join forces to stop Tartarus from activating the ring, coordinating the first cease-fire between their species.

After learning the purpose of the Ark and the location of the portal on Earth that would take them there, Johnson, Keyes, and Thel raced back to warn Earth of the coming Covenant invasion. Johnson followed Truth after helping to coordinate a joint UNSC-Sangheili mission to the Ark.

Johnson and his squad were overwhelmed by the Covenant forces at the Citadel. His squad was killed, and he was taken hostage again because the Halos can only be activated by a human. Truth attempted to use Johnson to activate the Halo array, but was stopped by Keyes, who planned on killing Johnson and herself so there would not be humans for Truth to use. However, she hesitated, and Truth used the opportunity to kill her. His victory was short-lived, with Master Chief and the Arbiter arriving shortly thereafter, killing Truth and preventing the rings from firing.

With the pressing danger gone, the UNSC and Sangheili forces focused on Flood containment. Following Cortana's plan, they decided to destroy the partially-built replacement for Installation 04. While Guilty Spark initially agreed with this action, he did not realize that the UNSC intended on destroying his replacement installation--he thought they were going to activate the ring when it was complete. When Johnson corrected him, Spark turned on them, killing Johnson with a sentinel beam.

The loss of Johnson was mourned widely, especially for John but also by Cortana and Thel, who both expressed their condolences. At Johnson's request, John "kicked [Spark's] ass" and activated the ring.

#the GOAT!!!#its thanksgiving here in the US of A #so everyone say Thank you Johnson!!!!

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darkersoul · 10 months

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I am very happy to present THE THINGS WE FEED: SECOND EDITION!

A rotting mansion lurks in the bayou near New Orleans. Can the demons of its former occupants be cleansed?

The Things We Feed is a scenario of claustrophobic and uncanny horror. It is set in New Orleans, Louisiana, in the year 1926. The mystery surrounds a dead artist, his family history, his strange home, and a supernatural infestation. The scenario is suitable for two to five players. It has a playtime of two to four sessions, but can be shortened into a single session.

Danton Garot was the talk of the New Orleans bohemian scene. The surrealist painter’s depictions of odd landscapes, warped portraits, and otherworldly beings captivated the imaginations of those who viewed them. On November 12th, 1926, this rising star faded. Danton Garot was found dead in his home. A calling debt collector saw the young man with his throat slit. His final painting was sprayed with his own blood. It is now November 14th. The investigators have been contacted by one Hector Falstaff. This eccentric and wealthy man wishes for the investigators to complete a simple task. The investigators are to search the house and retrieve a single book for him.

Content Warnings: suicide, familial abuse, claustrophobia, ommetaphobia, unreality, surreal horror

This scenario includes the following: 16 pages of scenario text, 8 handouts, 2 illustrations, 6 NPCs and character portraits. This scenario was originally written and designed with the support of the November 2022 edition of the Write Your First Adventure course from Storytelling Collective, and was updated on July 19th, 2023.

#call of cthulhu #hp lovecraft #cthulhu mythos #the king in yellow

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blackjackkent · 3 months

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"It is absolutely preposterous that any of us are alive!" Hope cries out as Raphael's body collapses against the marble floor. A pause, and then her eyes widen. "Maybe we're not. PINCH YOURSELF AND CHECK WE'RE NOT DREAMING THE LAST OF OUR LIVES AS WE DIE SCREAMING!"

Hector looks at her blearily; leaning against the wall, he slides slowly down into a sitting position, feeling the slow creep of pain through him as the adrenaline fades and the burns all over his body start to make themselves known. "We're fine, Hope..." he mutters hoarsely. "We did it."

"Then we're not just fine - we're spectacular!" she says brightly. "What a wonderful, jubilant, glorious day!" Her head snaps sideways, looking to one corpse amidst the pile of bodies in the chamber. "OH BUT MY POOR SISTER KORRILLA!" she bellows, a sudden wail of grief. "It is not right that she died, and it makes me want to weep an ocean..."

Hector lets out a heavy breath, following her gaze. Korrilla is stretched on her back, staring blankly at the ceiling; her head sits at an odd angle where Yurgir broke her neck. "I don't think there was any way to save her," he says quietly.

Her eyes narrow thoughtfully. "When we were children, she always kept the last piece of pastry for me. And bloodied the nose of the bullies who pulled my hair... She was my sister..." A pause. She squares her shoulders and looks up at Hector with a sudden earnestness. "But as a wise woman once said, there's no point in crying over spilt blood. We must go on. And despite all the years I've lost, I have enough love in my heart to guide you home."

Narrator: For the first time since you heard her voice, Hope seems calm. And the peace flows from her into you, soothing your very soul.

Hector half-closes his eyes, focusing on the welcome moment of serenity. It does nothing to dull the pain of his injuries... but it means, at the very least, that this is over. And he can't help admiring the tormented dwarf's bravery in this moment - to still look forward after everything that has happened to her.

"What will you do?" he asks.

She smiles just a little. "I'll hope," she says simply. "What else? I hope I'll see Korrilla again one day, and that she'll say sorry, and I'll tell her she's forgiven. I hope I'll find all the pieces of my mind that fell out of my head over all those years, and that I'll be able to put myself back together again. I hope the echoes of pain will fade, and memories of sorrow will die, and that you'll visit me here some day."

She steps forward, rests a hand against his cheek. Her palm feels feverishly warm, and yet the touch is gentle and soothing. "And I hope you have a happy ending of your own."

He looks up into her eyes, and though he smiles back, it is a sad expression. Little chance of that, I think, little one, he thinks to himself. But the words are a blessing, kindly meant, and he folds them into his soul where they will live alongside all the other little bits of hope he carries with them, in the hope that they will bolster him when the dark times come...

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Minsc is looking around wildly, in search of another enemy to strike; the wild frenzy of the rage is in his eyes and he narrowly avoids slamming his trident into Karlach as he turns.

"Easy, buddy," she mutters, putting out a hand on his arm. She can feel that every sinew of his body is stretched tight, his heart pounding.

It takes a few moments for him to calm, for the mad rage to clear out of his eyes, for him to realize that Raphael is dead. "He has killed her!" he snarls at Karlach, who flinches back under the ferocity of his expression. "He has killed Jaheira! Another witch dead before Minsc's eyes!"

Were the moment less tense, Karlach might point out that Jaheira had insisted she was not Minsc's witch, but it's not the point, not really. Witch or not, Minsc has watched his best friend crumble in the fire, just as Karlach once watched Hector die in a similar sea of flame. And there is some greater weight in Minsc's words too - a history of other deaths that could not be prevented.

"I know-- I know," Karlach says hastily. "But it's all right. We can revive her. I've got a scroll in my pack--" She pulls one of the curled sheets of paper out, offers it towards him.

He snatches it from her wordlessly, crouches at Jaheira's side, beginning to mumble the words of the spell as Boo scurries back and forth in agitation on his shoulders. Karlach stands next to him, shifting uncertainly, not sure whether to stay with him or go to Hector...

The pale gold light of the Revivify spell begins to swirl around Jaheira's body; she twitches, coughs painfully, her eyes flickering open.

"Ah," she says vaguely, looking up at Minsc. "Is it over, then?"

Minsc's eyebrows lift and he smiles widely in relief and joy. Heedless of her injuries, he lifts her in a full body hug; she gives a soft grunt of pain and pushes weakly at his shoulder.

"Careful, you great ox of a man," she mumbles. "I am only so many inches from death's door; take care you do not knock me back over the threshold..."

"Should I do so, Minsc would travel into death to find you," Minsc says gravely. He loosens his embrace but does not quite let go of her. "I failed you," he adds soberly. "I did not protect you, my--" A slight pause. "My friend."

"Did you not?" she asks with a slight smile. "I am here, and our enemy is not. What more could be asked?"

Minsc narrows his eyes thoughtfully. "I think this is wisdom which Minsc does not form so easily in his brain," he says slowly. "But if Jaheira says it is so, then he must believe it."

With the situation in something resembling calm, Karlach draws back away from them, moves to kneel at Hector's side. "All right, soldier?" she asks quietly.

He looks up at her with a weary smile, presses his palm to the chest of her armor as if reassuring himself of her presence. "I never grow tired of this," he says dryly. "The pain in every limb, the feeling of having been run over by rampaging rothe."

"Glorious, isn't it?" she answers in similar tone, and ruffles her fingers gently through his hair. It's sticky with blood, like the rest of him, and her fingers come away covered in it. "But hey... not so bad, the feeling of going to rest afterwards, right? We should get to that part."

"I couldn't agree with you more..."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #bjk writes her own party banter #drabble #casually doing more random jaheira drabbles #don't worry about it #and having minsc feels #as per usual #and hey we survived the house of hope! \o/

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lyomeii · 2 years

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CHAPTER ONE — prologue

She got used to this place.

It’s been years since she got reincarnated into the world of Magnum, a story about two Empires, Ooklyan and Lyanne, who have been in a war for years, killings citizens from both sides, destroying cities with their bombs and sending young boys into battle to never return home.

And who won this war? None. With damages from both empires and death from millions of citizens and the economy going lower as days pass, and slowly but effectively, the two empires, once considered the greatest ones, fall into forgettable, becoming tragic legends.

A tragic story she once read for school is now her new world, and being honest, isn’t that bad at all, well, there is war occurring and places getting destroyed by the bombs, guns and magical abilities but she has a calm life away from those places.

Far away from the modern cities and main places of the war, [name] lives in her humble shack, inside a small village in the mountains along with her adoptive child.

Now, she is cooking dinner for both of them. Tonight she is making chicken soup since she received one from the old lady next door, “ Hector! Dinner is almost ready!” with her voice echoing through the house, steps from the younger boy approached the small kitchen.

“ Momma!” the little boy trapped his arms around her waist, desperately calling her attention to him, and [name] without even thinking, did that, seeing his red eyes full of happiness only make her life better, “ Can I help you?”.

What a sweet boy she raised,“ No need Hector, why don't you go sit and wait for me?” he did as she oriented, sitting in the chair close to the table, waiting for his mother.

Placing the two bowls of soups on the table, [name] watch the little boy happily eat the food she made, she can’t describe how overjoyed she is seeing Hector adoring her food.

The black haired boy stopped eating his soup to look at his mother, “ Mom? Why aren’t you eating?” his red eyes, now focusing on the woman’s figure, are trying to find something wrong in her, “ Are you feeling bad?”.

Oh! The woman grabbed a spoon full of soup and placed it in her mouth, savoring the taste of the food she made, “ Of course not!” her enthusiasm infected the boy’s one, who got even happier than before, “ You should eat your soup to get stronger!”.

“ Okay! Mom” with in a glimpse of eyes, the sweet boy went back to eat his soup and this time, accompanied by [name], who started remembering how she found her son.

Years ago, when she was a hiker, traveling city to city in search of a quiet and peaceful place to sit down, but that little adventure of her wasn’t easy. Among the cities that [name] passed, she met numerous people, victims of the war, who lost so much because of the conflict between the two empires.

With her healing powers, at the time not being the greatest at the period, she did her best to help those with her medical knowledge from her past life, she taught them how take care of injuries, bleeding, broken bones and even how to correct amputated limbs if necessary, which many thanked her with foods and money to guide her in journey.

As she expected, people from other small cities through her path, asked for help and guidance in medicine, and without hesitation, [name] agreed to teach them, receiving a popular nickname between citizens from rural areas and small cities, The Angel.

Even though it sound cool and all, she didn’t like the attention received, after all, if anyone from the military corp, either from Ookylan or Lyanne heard discovery about a woman nickname The Angel, who has healing abilities, she would get into trouble, so she traveled in a different path after this.

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The rain falling over her isn’t heavy, on the contrary, she feels better knowing that her skin is finally taking it after days without a proper bath.

Even with the soil not being stable and muddy, this is better than the many people yelling that nickname at her, and she is able to hear the sweet melody of nature, the rain touching the leaves, trees and small insects around the deep woods, something that she is deeply enjoying now.

“ If I keep this way, I will arrive at the village in one to two hours..” not wanting to play the healer girl anymore, [name] opted for start a peaceful life away from all the cities and far away from the war scenario, and she chooses a village in the mountains, where she will life the rest of her days there, “ And depending when I arrive there, I will buy a lunch—“.

Her plans were stopped and the sweet melody of nature too, far away from her, [name] managed to listen to a familiar sound, a baby’s crying. But how? She starts running to the sound’s location, completely ignoring the dirty soil in her shoes and clothes. As her steps got sloppier by the mud, closer she could hear the baby crying as the rain got stronger in the woods.

Arriving at the baby’s location, she became silent by the scene she now sees. An old fashioned car collapsed under a giant tree, the lights still going on, making it possible to see the shooting marks in the trees and in the vehicle where blood was dropping. There is no doubt a massacre happened here.

“ God..” even when she was a healer, she never witnessed a scene like this, she wanted to throw up and escape from here, but the crying baby made her stay, “ Let’s do it”.

Approaching the car, the weeping got louder and louder. Using one of her sleeves, [name] cleaned the car glass, able to see a woman’s body full of shoots and blood, and the baby dirty of blood, still crying.

With caution, she broke the window and used a fabric to hold and clean the baby now in her arms, “ Shhhh” slowly but effectively, she calmed the baby boy, who didn’t even care about the rain falling over him, “ See? It’s okay..” the little one is calm, unaware of the surroundings around them.

In less than thirty minutes, [name] has arrived in the village carrying the baby boy in her arms. She received help from the residents who gave her one of the vacant shacks for her and the baby boy.

None of the people asked if the baby is actually hers or who is the baby’s father, they didn’t care about that, only about the safety of [name] and Hector ( she named at the moment ), giving them a great place to call home.

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Now the baby boy she used to carry around is an energetic young boy who doesn’t stop for a second. And she, the healer of the village, using local herbs and abilities to help her patients, a great mother-son duo to the residents’ eyes.

And as expected, [name] returns to the site of the incident, where she buried the woman wrapped in a cloak, pitting seeds that are now flowers in her makeshift tomb, and of course, never telling a single soul what happened there, not even for Hector, at least not yet.

There is no chance that she will Hector the true version of how she found him, the little boy believes that he was left in her front door, and [name] doesn’t want to ruin his innocence with what truly happened.

The sound of the empty bowl calls her attention back to her son, “Momma! I finished!”.

Her finger went to his black hair and caressed his head slowly and carefully, how much she loved his sweet smile, “ Good job, sweetie. Now, let’s clean the table” with Hector’s, both of them cleaned the table quirky, putting the bowls and utensils in their respective places.

With the cleaning done and the moon high in the dark night, [name] has to put Hector to sleep as usual time but he is still full of energy from not going to the local school today, so it will be difficult to put him to sleep now.

‘ I need to make him tired’ even with the novel being setting into a 1920s style with guns, wars, magic and a lot of blood, the author placed some modern technology into the story, such as cellphones ( way expensive to buy and used by the empires as a tactical weapon ), colored and talked movies, many others but her favorite one, the television.

Pressing the button, sounds and images begin to show up in the television, catching the boy’s attention, who sat in front of the TV, watching some old fashioned cartoon that is passing now.

The woman noticed how the red eyes never left the TV, not even for a second, that’s it until he ran toward her, catching [name] in surprise. Did something happen?

Raising his head to hers, Hector smiled like he always did, “ Momma! I love you!” his little arm hugged her stronger than before.

A little smile showed in her lips, happily to hear such sweet words from her son, “ I love you too, Hector-”Someone is knocking at the front door unstoppable. Who would be someone at this later at night? Ms. Lurdes should be sleeping at this hour.

“ Hector, go to room now” her tone of voice made the boy turn off the TV and in a hurry, he went to his room, where she heard a click, indicating that he closed the door, like how she taught him.

Wanting to stop the knocks at the door, [name] swiftly open it, making her able to a man figure bidding his identity by a dark and immense mantle. All wet thanks to the stronger rain outside.

A cough escaped from the man’s mouth, “ Could I come in?” his voice sounds so raspy, probably a way to intimate her.

“ Feel yourself at home” letting the man inside of her house, [name] take a better glimpse of him, the sharpness of his boots resembles those worn by soldiers, but the man’s seem more expensive, confirming her suspicions of him being from the military.

The man sat in the chair previously used by Hector. Then he lifts his hood, revealing a familiar face for [name], not that she has met him before, rather, read about him in her past life.

In order to make the man leave as fast as possible, she needs to treat him as a great host, “ Do you need something? A towel? A cup of coffee?”.

The man took the rest of his mantle and put it in the other chair to dry it, “ I will take both offers, thank you” as he spoke to the woman, his golden eyes watch her movements going to the bathroom to grab him a towel and pour him a cup full of coffee, “ Thank you again, miss..?”.

“ [name]” she introduced herself before taking a vacant seat in front of him, now she can shoot her question, even though she already knows the answer, “ And you must be?”.

Placing the cup of coffee in the table and still using the towel to dry him off, “ Forgive my bad manners” he gave the woman a sweet smile before finally speaking, “ I’m General Heyen from Lyanne Empire”.

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Chapter 13: Light (Section 8)

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After returning home safely to Lycia, Eliwood inherited the title of Marquess Pherae. His life shifted immediately from war to politics. His work often left him exhausted, but Ninian was always by his side to support him.

They have a son named Roy, who will one day fight in a war that will once again shake the continent of Elibe.

Hector became Marquess Ostia after Uther's sudden death. Though his grief over the loss of his brother and the pressure he was under as marquess of Lycia's main house weighed heavily on him, with his beloved Florina cheering him on, he grew to become an even greater marquess than his brother.

Lyn tended to her grandfather's bedside until his death, then abdicated rule of Caelin to Ostia, and left on a journey to Sacae. There, she reunited with and married Rath, son of the Kutolah Tribe's chieftain. They are raising their daughter in comfort with the blessings of nature.

Marcus and Merlinus became fast friends, and continued to serve Eliwood. Marcus became the combat instructor for Pherae’s noble family, while Merlinus managed their finances. Both became widely-known as loyal retainers of House Pherae.

Isadora returned to her post as Eleanora’s guard. Lowen completed the ceremony to become a full-fledged knight. Rebecca also became a formal retainer of Pherae, and later, at the request of the marquess and his wife, became their son's wet nurse.

Oswin became Hector's strategist, and Matthew continued to serve Ostia alongside him as a spy. Serra was busy for a time broadening her personal endeavors, but lately, she once again seems to have more free time than she knows what to do with.

After Caelin's territory was placed under Ostia’s rule, Kent served as its steward. His partner Sain resigned and traveled the continent as a free knight. Wherever each of them went, the two remained close friends. Wil returned to his post as a knight, and continued to demonstrate the full extent of his archery skills.

Noblewoman Priscilla and mercenary Guy fell in love, but he attempted to give up pursuing her due to the gap in their social standing. However, her tears made him resolve to elope instead. Her smile when she took his hand was the most brilliant of all her smiles across her entire life.

When Raven confessed everything to Hector, the marquess offered to have his territory reinstated. However, Raven rejected the proposal, and returned with Lucius to his carefree life as a mercenary. Lucius felt overwhelming happiness at the expression on his lord’s face when Raven became free of the weight upon his heart.

Nino and Jaffar were wed after the war. They were blessed with twin boys and lived happily, but when they were found by bounty hunters pursuing the remaining members of the Black Fang, their whereabouts became unknown.

After Athos' passing, Pent stepped down as mage general, and continued the research the archsage left unfinished. Doing so caused an uproar, but he did so completely carefree, in the names of his wife and future children.

Erk was next in line to become mage general after Pent retired, but he declined. He gave his life to magic research alongside his teacher.

Dorcas used his pay to buy the medicine his wife needed, and returned home to her. Bartre set out on a journey wandering the continent to become a true warrior. According to rumor, he fell in love with and married his own arch-enemy.

After the battle, Legault traveled around each country in search of the lost remaining members of the Black Fang, and pointed them towards new paths in life. Everything he did, was all in the name of the friends he had lost…

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And so, the fight against Nergal ended without it ever having to cross the center stage of the continent of Elibe.

At Bramimond’s order, Hector and Eliwood sealed away both Durandal and Armads. Bramimond also once again sealed away all of the other remaining Legendary Weapons across the continent.

They wished that none would ever have to use their power again, too great for human hands…

But they did not remember at the time of Athos' foretelling during the final battle of a bad omen…

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