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Onward to the Sun

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[Language: Pure English] Luna Clockwork's normal life suddenly changed on her 18th birthday when she was summoned to a magical world called Magus Mundo. She meets Helios Firestorm who promised to help her get back to her real world, and they enter Astaria Academia, where the truth and mysteries behind her teleportation will be uncovered, along with the secrets of her existence.

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Prologue: Just an ordinary girl in Hawaii
Prologue: Just an ordinary girl in Hawaii I stared at the human-sized landscape painting hanging around the wall of our house’s living room. It was a painting of a magical kingdom, or so that is what my father used to tell me when I was four whenever I was gawking at it because of its ethereal beauty. My father told me that it was painted by my mother as well... Speaking, I never got the chance to see her, nor a picture of her. She was like a phantom who never existed, but I was the only concrete proof that she was in this world. My father used to tell me I looked like her, and I guess he had a point because I never looked anywhere near like him. My father said that she disappeared right after I was born into this world; it was as if she was spirited away. Her disappearance was a mystery, and so, it was just my father and me. I closed my eyes as I traced the details that were depicted in the painting with my memory—a big and ancient tree, a vast grassland, a stream with crystal clear water, and a bricked pathway leading to what it seems to be a kingdom that was surrounded by high walls. It looked real; my mother must be an outstanding painter. And perhaps that is a talent that I inherited from her because I was also an artist, and I was very fond of painting magical places and mythical creatures. I was fond of watching Fantasy movies and series, and I also loved reading Fantasy books and stories. Anything Fantasy-related, I’d grab it. But because of this personality, I have no friends in this world. People think I am a ‘weeb’ and a nerd, weird, and stuff like that. Growing up, I thought something was wrong with me, but I grew out of it after learning not to care about what people think of me because what they think of me does not matter, and I know I am a good person that is more than enough. I don’t need friends too, because I can survive on my own. I am independent. “Luna, you’re staring at the painting again.” I looked at the doorway and saw my father walking, he was holding a cup of hot coffee and his messy bed-hair was visible again. He was still in his onesie pajamas, and he yawned. He probably just woke up, “good morning.” He walked past me and opened the backdoor of our humble home. The cold breeze of fresh morning air entered the room and enveloped both of us; I almost felt myself shiver. My father stared at the sea from the porch, and I walked towards his side. This is one of the reasons why I love Hawaii. It felt like I was always connected with nature, and our backyard is the beach, but it is not like I always go there and sunbathe or swim. I just like watching the ocean from our porch while listening to my favorite music or stuff like that. I have never been an outdoor person, I rarely go out at the seashore too, but whenever I do, the only thing I do usually is to bury my feet on the sand, to feel the cold that lies beneath it, while watching the vast firmament turns orange and dark red. At the same time, the sunsets and the night takes place. I watch it sometimes with amazement, as the water is reflecting everything that’s happening. “Good morning, Dad.” I smiled at him, “I don’t know why, but every day, it seems like I am more drawn and drawn to the painting. I am confused with myself why too. Perhaps I am just looking for that ‘motherly’ love, and since this painting is the only thing we both have that connects us to Mom, I guess that is why.” I insisted. That’s right, along with my mother's disappearance, all of her things perished as well—her clothes, things, pictures, and all that. It was like she was erased out of this world, like she never existed at all. That’s what my father told me, which is why my mother’s disappearance is considered a big mystery to both of us and even others. My father already hired investigators, detectives and even sought the help of other ‘paranormal’ experts and the Federal Bureau of Investigations. Still, none could ever figure out what happened to my mother—the only conclusion they could provide is that no conclusion can be made at all, not with all these big missing pieces in the picture. “Tomorrow is your eighteenth birthday already.” My father said his tone was serious already, as if turning 18 was a big deal. “You will be of legal age already.” He sighed, and I can never figure out if it was out of something good or bad, “time passes by so fast. My baby girl is now a proper lady.” He looked at me, and his gray eyes glistened in delight and sadness. If there was only one thing I inherited from him, it was his gray eyes. “A proper lady...” He frowned after a few seconds while looking at me from head to toe, “I guess just a lady.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Whatever you say, Dad.” For a girl, I was quite boyish too. My hair is always tied into a messy bun, and my favorite go-to shirt will be oversized shirts with random prints and designs. Dad sighed again, “you’re turning eighteen.” He repeated, making a big deal out of me aging one year closer to death. I laughed at my own thought. “Dad, I’ll age one year older. It is not a big deal.” I rolled my eyes again because he was overly dramatic about it. But this is what I love about him, too, because we both are emotionally open to each other and are very transparent, too, with how we think and feel. If there is one person I can depend on, it is just my dad and no one else. I guess I am a daddy’s girl, but it is not like I had a choice since I have no mother: just me and my dad. “Of course, it is!” He sighed once more, and then he took a sip of his coffee. “Are you sure you won’t have a debut? You won’t throw a big party? We have money to waste, Luna.” I laughed, “I don’t need a grand celebration for just turning 18, Dad. I’m good. Plus, it is not like anyone is going to come if ever we throw a big party. Also, save your money for something else that is more practical.” He paused for a few seconds, as if contemplating the things I said, and then he nodded his head as if he has already considered it at long last. “Yes, you’re right. I figured you have no friends nor a boyfriend.” “Yep,” I said, not wallowing in self-pity because I don’t need friends. I am satisfied being alone. The last time I got a friend in tenth grade, and that person called me a freak, the sooner she knew my hobbies. She’s the freaky one, though; she almost looked like a clown to me with all those makeups that she paints on her ugly face; I do not even remember or know why I associated myself with that vixen. Also, I am just honest, not rude. It’s not good to lie. Anyway, going back to myself—I find comfort in solitude; I think that dealing with other people is a big hassle and pain in the you-know-where... And I would rather spend and waste my energy watching or reading Fantasy-genre books and movies or drawing and painting fantasy-related themes of places and characters. “You know, Luna, I think you’re missing half of your life.” My father said out of the blue as he stared at the waves crash against the seashore, they formed white foam of bubbles, and as another batch of waves crash, they slowly disappear and retreat into the cerulean ocean. My eyes followed the waves that crashed against the coast, turning into snowy fizzes and dispersing into nothingness, perhaps going back once more to the depths of the sea, as it should. “You should live your life while you are still young, Luna. You are too confined in your comfort zone, have a little bit of adventure to tell your kids someday.” I am not planning on having kids, though. “There is so much out there, in this universe, that you are missing...” He moved his hand to gesture everything, and I shook my head as a response. “I am living, Dad.” “No... You’re just existing. There’s a difference.” He insisted, he put his free hand on my shoulder and gave me an encouraging pat, “and that is your daily dose of morning counseling,” he chuckled, and I smiled with him, “anyway, I have to go and prepare for work. You better hurry up and take a bath as well and get ready for school.” “Dad, it is Sunday today. I have no class.” I pursed my lips. “Ah, right.” My dad chuckled, “then, guard the house?” He asked. “As usual,” I replied. “I’ll just be in my room doing my things.” “Do you want anything in particular for your birthday tomorrow? I can buy a cake if you want.” Dad offered as he finished his cup of bitter coffee. “If that’s the case, I’ll take your kindness and request for a new painting canvas because I already am out of stock, and a sketchbook too. Also, granola bars. You know, my favorite snack.” I grinned. “Don’t be too shy and add pizza too.” “No cake?” “No cake,” I repeated. “You know I hate cakes.” “Alright, then. I’ll go prepare now.” My father went back to the house, and I was left alone staring at the ocean by the porch of our house, his words about me missing half of my life playing in my head. That’s when I thought, the only thing that can make me go out there, to explore the universe and go on an adventure, is if I no longer have any other choice but to go. I have to be forced to come out of my shell or stuff like that. But of course, that shall never happen. I like my life this way, and I like to keep it simple. If I was existing, there is nothing wrong with it. I closed my eyes, and a vision of this magical world started to emerge out of nowhere. I opened my eyes and gasped as it felt so real. I must have had too many Fantasy films already, which is why I am starting to go insane; I chuckled at my own thoughts.

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