EDIT1: Hi everyone, I have a new HxH story that I just released! Check out my profile for it. This story has already been written and edited before getting published on here, so you do not have to worry about it ever going on hiatus. One chapter will be published weekly, either on Thursday or Friday (PST). It is called `Seeing through the Flames`! It is another Killua x OC fanfic, but this time, since it's a collaboration fanfic, there will be a second pairing with Kurapika and another OC as well. Hope you check it out and enjoy it! Thank you!

WARNING: I understand that there are a lot of Naruto references in the beginning, but that is only for two to three chapters (mostly an attempt to understand the usage of Nen in greater detail and the first fighting style that she chose). Afterwards, Kinra completely loses her interest in Naruto for the most part and does not mention it at all, unless it has to do with her first fighting style. In the first place, she loved the show, Naruto, before she ended up in the HxH world, which is why it would make sense on how she would relate everything to that show or other shows in order to keep herself from panicking or feeling out of place. But as the story moves on and the plot becomes darker and more serious, she will rarely make references or anything of the sort.

Hello everyone! It's been a long time since I last wrote a story or fanfiction, so there might be a few mistakes here and there. So please tell me if I do make a silly mistake. I will fix it as soon as possible if someone tells me. :D

After rewatching HunterxHunter 1999 and watching HunterxHunter 2011, I was motivated to write again. I probably won't update my other fanfictions that I wrote a long time ago. I might not even finish this story if I lose my motivation, but I hope you'll enjoy it anyways. This is my first HxH fanfiction ever. I might update once in a while after the first 10 chapters. Anyways, the romance might and probably will be slow. Also the first two chapters will show the MC's integration in the HxH world. After that, it will follow the main plot of HxH. Well then. Enjoy reading!

If my MC acts like a Mary Sue in any way, TELL ME IMMEDIATELY!

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italics - memory

Disclaimer: I do not own HunterxHunter. I wish I did though.

Prologue

11:50pm. That was the start of my ending time. Who would have thought that this impeccable time would be what led to my inevitable downfall?

I closed the book I was reading and stretched my arms out with a yawn hitting me automatically.

If I had slept at the time that I always slept at, if I had slept at 11:00pm sharp, could I have escaped such fates?

I placed the book at the corner of my desk, making sure it was perfectly in place before nodding to myself in pure satisfaction. The book was completely bizarre with the concept of time, old souls, and the universal connection of fate. It said that if we were the actors, then the world that we live in is just one stage that will come to pass. While referring to the ideas in the Divine Comedy, it further explained in which old souls tended to believe that there was no point in living in a society that was corrupt, self-destructive, and full of greed, and in which this world was an inferno of darkness. The only way to satisfy themselves is to complete their self-actualization, self-realization, and spiritual self-satisfaction in the world of purgatory of their choosing, in this case, the world that they create in our world. Once they let themselves become vulnerable from this act of purgatory, they can find their paradise of acceptance and feel lighter towards life.

But I guess it would not have affected anything. No matter what time I could have slept at, I would have eventually faced this dilemma. Oh... There was only five more minutes remaining before I have to face my fate. If the world I lived in was a matter of being on one stage and ending one act of a play, then would this game I plunge into a matter of another chance to be on stage?

A society of corruption, destruction, and greed. That aspect will never change, and yet, instead of that being the problem, it is more of the matter of whether a person is accepted or not in a group that they consider as their community. Because of the differences in expectations and desires between the Old Souls and the others, the Old Souls could not stand the society of our world and felt as if they were originally not a part of that world, which caused their longing for something to grow stronger than before. So now I can conclude that it is not our society that is the problem. It is the alignment of what we define as personal satisfaction. That is why no matter what world we live in, when our definition of personal satisfaction aligns with society's, we feel the concept of community and acceptance.

The concept of life. It has always popped up several times throughout this book and it always questioned on what lessons, insights, or realizations we can discover about the idea of life.

And thus, it led to me pondering on what I would be like if I chose a different path at certain points of my life, but I soon realized that because I chose the choices that I took, I am who I am now. Because in the end, we are essentially the embodiment of our choices and without them, we would not be who we are now.

And yet, the definition of personal satisfaction blooms from the concept of choices. Choices are the possibilities that lead to so many futures. With each choice as a color, we can paint any picture we desire until the end of our lives. As I once said before, we are essentially the embodiment of our choices. That ability to choose was the greatest freedom and without it, life was...

Time is a linear variable. It never moves backward. It only moves forward. But when that iron law is shattered, what would be the greatest punishment? Death? No. Death would be too kind of a punishment. Then... What is the greatest punishment? After all, if time was not linear, if we had the ability to choose different paths at certain points of our lives, we would not be who we are now and that in itself is a sin. It is an error that must not be forgiven. And that is because we ARE the embodiment of the choices that we take. Our identity is our choices. Not our name. Not our pride, greed, and happiness. It is our choices.

Once I accepted that thought, another discovery quickly made its way into my mind.

There are many truths that we discover through the choices that we made and through our lives, which can essentially be described as the lessons of life or as the realities of ourselves, but in the world that we create, there can only be so much truths that we can discover. Through this notion, we can assimilate that this world is only one truth. And by discovering the other worlds, as in the worlds that other people create for themselves, we can then pursue a higher understanding of the greater.

That leads into the concept of universal connection of fate. Could it be coincidence that everything I read, watch, and experience end up in my life one way or another? No. It is all connected. Whether you believe in the greater or not, everything that passes your way becomes a part of a truth that you discover of the world. And as you piece together each part, you will begin to understand the bigger picture of the truth. The game. The game of balance.

I checked the time at the corner of my eye before turning off the lights. 11:58pm. Not bad. I would have seven hours of sleep before I have to wake up for class. Jumping onto my bed, my eyes immediately closed with the heaviness in my eyelids apparent.

As it hit 11:59pm, the bed itself clasped its grasp on me when a blurred black hole emerged from below, pulling me down into a deeper stage of sleep. From within the darkness that I was drowning heavily into, I could hear the faint crying of the crickets and the ticking noise from the clock. But as I fell deeper and deeper, the sounds grew stronger to the point of nausea. Forcing my eyes to open, I vaguely accepted that there was the familiar white ceiling above me. Turning to the side, I processed that it was only 12:00am, which meant that I only slept for almost two minutes. I wanted to groan in frustration.

The cuckoo bird responded to the time of midnight. It rang with supposedly bright music while crying out many times. Soon, it was silent.

I quickly tried to sit up in order to shake off the nausea, but it continued to grow at lightning speed.

Finally, I waited for the sounds of the crickets and the clock to increase with the silence, but disturbingly, I found nothing but silence. I then tried to focus on those sounds by closing my eyes, but there was still nothing but silence.

Finding everything extremely off, I pulled off the covers and sat at the edge of my bed. Nothing seemed out of place. The book at my desk was perfectly at the edge. My chair was perfectly placed. Everything was perfectly in place. So... What was wrong?

I stood up and looked around the room again. I still found nothing that was out of place, except for the eerie silence. I was about the complain out loud when I found another disturbing fact. I could not hear my own voice. Did I completely lose my hearing?

My eyes widened at this aspect. Moving my feet towards the door, I decided that I was going to ask my mom if something was wrong with me. After all, it's better to touch upon these subjects now rather than later. With great determination, I walked forward.

Strangely, the door was not getting any closer. Was this all a dream? Is that why I can't hear my voice? I pinched myself hard on the arm and yelped out in pain, but nothing changed. I couldn't hear anything and the door was just not getting any closer to me than before. I finally ran towards the door, but it still was not getting any closer. In fact, the door decided that it would be a fine idea to move further away from me.

I growled with annoyance. This was a horrible dream if it was a dream. I stomped in anger and yelled out profanities even if I could not hear what I was saying. After all, at the very least, I knew exactly what each word I was saying meant.

Suddenly, the familiar white walls turned black. My nausea, right then, exponentially increased. I paused in my movement to stable myself. What to do... What to do...

I decided to think about a show that I was currently watching and liking. Naruto Shippuden. Yes. What was happening in that show? Oh yes. Something bad was going to happen to Neji and Hinata and Naruto decided to be stupid and do something wrong again. Why is he so annoying at the most important times? I really hated this show because of him, but that wouldn't make sense, since he is supposed to be the main character! How can I say that I like a show when I hate the main character? Well, it makes perfect sense to me. The only characters I like are the Hyuugas. They are the only ones that are saving this show for me at the moment.

With those thoughts in mind, I was calmer and balanced. I smiled in satisfaction when my eyes adjusted to the dark. With a new resolution, I ran towards the door again when I tripped over something warm and sticky. It was absolutely revolting. After all, I just had my pajamas washed today. I growled in frustration while I touched the warm substance.

A strange smell arose. It smelled weird. Almost...rotten? And there was something familiar about this smell at the same time. What was it...? I sniffed reluctantly to grasp a better understanding on what it was. It was metallic. A strange uncomfortable feeling settled in my stomach. I did not feel good again. And this time, it was for a good reason. I stood up quickly before hitting something with my foot. There was a cold shiver in my back as I turned my head to find out what I hit.

It was an arm. It was horribly scrapped and ripped at the end with the skin blistering and pus oozing out.

I could not breathe. I could not move. I could not think.

What to do... What to do... WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO IN THIS KIND OF SITUATION?! My brain whirred in panic and developed a crazy stage of fear and warning. But what was I supposed to be scared of? After all, wasn't this all a dream? That's right! This is all a bad dream. Once I wake up, I'll forget this even happened to me! But what if it's not a dream? What if this really isn't? Then what?

My thoughts were interrupted by a low rumbling noise from behind me. It was reminiscent of an animal eating and enjoying its dinner. The sound of munching and slurping. And the horror of realizing that the monster behind me ate the person whose arm is right in front of me grew. I willed myself to move. I willed myself to run away, but as if in a trance, I could not even take one step in front. My eyes were starting to mist as the skin on my face heated up in terror.

A tear slid down my cheek when I realized that the sounds stopped. Was I safe? Was this really just a bad dream? Oh please. I will do anything. Please... My stomach tightened uncomfortably immediately.

The floor was creaking from behind me. Oh god. Oh please no. Please! It wasn't possible for the floor to make such noises since the floor was carpet, which my feet can attest to. Goosebumps appeared on my arms at the slight caress of the cold wind. When was there wind in my room? I shivered when I saw something massive and black trudging in my direction at the corner of my eye. Trembling harshly to this, I watched the mass of black cover the lone arm and absorb it, allowing the arm's bones cracking into several pieces. Strangely enough, I could hear all the sounds that the black mass was making. And strangely enough, I wished that I could hear everything else, but that monster. When the noise stopped, I felt its gaze. I knew that it was looking at me. I could not see its eyes, but I knew. I just knew that I was going to die. And I knew right then as it came upon me that this was not a dream after all.

Chapter 1

Pain. That was all I could process in my thoughts. It was so painful that all I saw was white. No other thoughts entered my mind as I began to associate that color with pain. I did not know if I was screaming because I still could not hear anything. All I could hear were the sounds of my bones breaking from the dark monster.

For a long time in this darkness, I lost my ability to process higher level of thinking. The most primitive level of thinking was all I had left. I could not even hear the sounds of my broken bones anymore. Perhaps, I could not understand that it was my bones breaking anymore. Either way, I was stripped beyond humiliation and identity from this. And yet, for some reason, after all of this, I wanted to laugh, but I did not understand or know what the concept of laughter was and why I wanted to complete this act of laughing. All I knew was that I just wanted to make a noise. The noise of laughter.

I was alive. And that was all that mattered. That thought suddenly shocked me.

I was alive. I WAS ALIVE!

I cried to myself.

Perhaps I have gone insane.

Perhaps this really was only a dream.

Perhaps... Perhaps, what...?

There was a flicker of light seeping through the darkness. It called out to me like a warm siren, tempting me to reach out and touch it. Once I made a connection with this light, a familiar pull grabbed me. This strangely reminded me of the color black.

I flew into a white area and landed messily on the ground. My body felt heavy to the point that I could not even move, except for my head. It was so white. It was so familiar. I wondered why. I continued to gaze at the nothingness with no expectations or opinions on this world. When I turned my head to the other side, I found a huge extravagant door.

When I examined the door, I heard a booming deep voice echoing in this world.

"What?" I finally spoke. The first word I have said since the time when something happened to me.

"I said... Do you wish to live, human?"

"Oh. I don't know. Do I?" I whispered.

"It's either a yes or a no, human. Don't waste my time."

"Oh. Sorry about that." I tiredly grinned before answering him. "Yes. I guess I want to live."

"Are you willing to give up something equivalent to this?"

"That sounds familiar... Where have I heard that before?" I was subtly reminded of a space-time witch and a short blonde-haired alchemist. Snorting to myself, I forgot to answer the voice.

"Hello? Are you listening to me? I just asked you if you were willing to give up something equivalent to living again!"

"Oh right. Sorry about that. I guess so." I murmured.

"Right. So you will be living in another world. Your price... is that you will never be able to go back to your previous world and life. Never be able to head back home and see your family and friends again. I will, however, let you keep your memories from your previous world so that you will not go insane or weird in the head. After all, the human mind can be so weak and fragile."

"I don't know if I should feel offended or not." I muttered to myself. Before I could protest against that price and scream about how I did not want to go to another world or not be able to head back home and not see my family and friends again, I felt my body float towards the door. My eyes widened in horror as I watched it open with a bright white light. I always knew I hated the color white. Or did I? Well even if I didn't in the past, I think I did now.

"Onwards, human, to another world." My body was flung towards the light as I shut my eyes tightly before feeling the light wrap around me.

Dammit. I always knew that I hated white. I just knew that it was going to be like this. After all, white was pain, right?

The next time I opened my eyes, there were huge people around me. I wasn't sure whether to scream and run in circles in panic like a sissy or just continue sitting and staring at them like I was doing right now. I decided on the latter. For all I know, I could be a prisoner, which means that they were more likely to kill me if I panic like a sissy. I breathed in and out as I continued to stare at them.

When a few minutes passed by, I finally noticed and understood that I was extremely short in this world. Not only that, it was a shortness that I never recognized before. I mean I knew that I was pretty short in my world, but I never knew that I was this short, unless I was surrounded by giants in this world. I then processed that I was not being treated as a prisoner and that the room I was in was lavishly decorated with paintings, statues, and books.

Could this mean that I had a chance of survival if I scream like sissy? At that thought, I almost giggled to myself before noticing that they were all whispering to each other in a language I have never even heard before. I narrowed my eyes at them in an attempt to concentrate on the sounds of their slurs and words.

One of the men stopped talking and noticed my intense stare. They motioned to the others and they all stared back at me. I stared back harder and they continued to stare harder as well. Getting tired of the intensity of the staring contest, I blinked and cocked my head to side. The first man who stopped talking and noticed me reached out to touch my forehead. His cold touch made me flinch because my skin felt too oddly sensitive for my tastes.

"Welcome, child." I blinked once more when I realized that I might have just understood what he just said.

"Nod if you understand me." I nodded in response to their order. The wrinkles on their face became pleasantly apparent when they smiled. Soon, they held a book to my face.

"Nod if you can read this." I squinted at the strange words on the book. It read, "Book of Hunters." I cocked my head to the side at their strange choice of books before nodding my head. Once again, they smiled at me.

"Speak to me, child." I stretched my mouth muscles a little before attempting to speak. Out came gibberish. Embarrassed, my ears burned red and I looked down at the floor. The person's pleasantly wrinkled smile disappeared in a flash and was replaced by a harsh disappointing frown.

"Once more, speak." Their stern voice sounded a bit rougher than before.

Flinching at the harshness, I attempted once more in frustration. "Ah-ah... Wh-where am I...?" I then coughed a little bit due to the lack of use of my new throat.

"Child, this world is not of your world. There are six continents and an ocean. We are on the Azian Continent. This is a hidden clan's area, so no one dares to trespass." I nodded in understanding at his answer.

I frowned when I realized that the bastard of a voice really did drop me into another world without my full consent. I cursed out some profanities in my head while not allowing a single emotion appear on my face. Besides that... Where have I heard the name, Azian Continent, before? Although it sounds similar to Asia, I'm pretty sure that's not what I am trying to recall right now.

"Which side of the continent are we on? Can I see a map?" I whispered to them in wonder and irritation. When someone laid the map down in front of me, my clouded vision began to clear up. There were exactly six continents and an ocean. Looked like my world to me, but upside down and turned a little bit differently. I finally concluded that Azian looked like Europe. Soon, the person pointed out our current location, which was at the edge and tip of the Azian continent with the tip pointing towards the continent that looked very similar to Australia. I reached out to touch the map where we were located when I discovered something very disturbing.

My hand. I blinked and stared at my hand. It was... It was quite small. It was tiny. Almost like a child's... I almost laughed when the horrible realization settled in. Oh no. Oh please no. Oh god no. My eyes widened at the horror.

"Oh no! MIRROR! I NEED MIRROR!" I screeched out when a man quickly grabbed one and handed it to me.

I stared and then stared harder at my reflection. Pudgy pink cheeks with a round face and possibly bigger eyes than before. I stared again at the mirror. Light brown eyes stared back at me. Well, at least the color was the same. Short dark brown hair. Well the short part was not what I had before, but at the very least, the color for that was also the same. A small nose? Check. Somewhat thin eyebrows? Check. I attempted to smile at the mirror before reeling back in disgust and terror. Oh no. It was my worst fear. Probably. Maybe. I mean what could be worse than having the stupid little kid goofy smile? Heights? I guess I could agree with that. But even so...I HAVE A STUPID GOOFY LOOKING SMILE! I wondered to myself in mere seconds if I should not allow myself to smile in this world, but then I realized that would a horrible thing to do to myself, so I tried to let it be. After all, one must be mature about their flaws, right? Accept them, but you don't need to like them. Yes. I will accept that I have a stupid goofy looking smile, but it doesn't mean that I will like my smile.

But how on earth can I have a stupid little kid goofy smile if I wasn't a kid? My eye then twitched at a horrible realization. What if... I turned to see the reflection of my five year old body from a huge mirror. I could have fainted right then and there, but I had better things to worry about than my body. Maybe.

"So, uh.. Old people. I mean Sir. What... Where... Why am I here? What do you want from me?" I asked him sheepishly.

His eyes hardened immediately. "Our village has summoned you from a far away dimension. You are our greatest weapon and will be treated as one. Do you understand? You will be given knowledge and skills of our world. Once you have learned the proper etiquette and common knowledge and once you have gained the physical ability, we will teach you about Nen."

"Uh... Sure? But how am I a 'great' weapon? I'm just a little girl. And what's Nen? Sounds familiar." I murmured to myself when I heard the old man sigh.

"You are quite troublesome..." He muttered under his breath.

"Heh. You sound like Shikamaru." I giggled as he raised an eyebrow.

"Shika...maru...?" He attempted to pronounce the name.

"Nevermind that... So can you answer my other questions now?" I stared at him for a response, but he remained silent for a bit.

"Alice. Come in. I'm too old to entertain this girl." The old man called out when a young female entered the room.

"Yes, grandfather. What is your name, little girl?" The female named Alice asked.

Name. That's right, I had a name before in my world. What was my name again? I could not recall it no matter how hard I tried. What was the matter with me? Well, I better tell her the truth. After all, she seemed like a nice person to me.

"Um.. Well... I can't really remember my name for some reason... So you can call me whatever you want." I shyly told her while waiting for her response with anticipation.

"Oh! Well, that's a bit of a problem... I guess... We could call you..." She looked outside the window and spotted the flowers in the garden. "Rose of Sharon... My favorite flowers..." Alice whispered to herself. "I'll call you Kinra. It means the 'Rose of Sharon' colored silk."

I nodded in agreement. It sounded like a pretty name. "So Alice-nee. Why am I a 'great' weapon? And what's Nen?"

"You are a 'great' weapon because the power of time is within you. Our hidden clan is known for our so called magic or alchemy as others deem it. Even if we have magic, we cannot control time or nature. If you were to put us in a category of which type of aura we use, we would be placed in the specialist category. To keep it simple, we use these Nen circles and orbs to attack, defend, and immobilize our opponents. Of course, we can do other various things with these circles but I will only give you the basic information." She proudly repeated her teachings to me.

"So basically, it's like Nanoha with her starlight breaker or divine shooter along with her other various magic defense and attack stuff. Oh, and perhaps that one Yu-Gi-Oh magic card... What was it called again? Oh yeah, spell binding circle!" I cocked my head to side when I muttered to myself. Alice only stared at me with confusion.

"Um... Yes... If that helps you understand..."

"So what's Nen?" She cleared her throat in order to speak once more.

"Nen is a technique that allows a living being to use and manipulate their own life energy, which is called aura. Aura is the life energy that is produced by all living bodies, which are vital for survival. Every human has pores or points on the body from which aura flows out from. Those are called Aura Nodes or Shoukou. Do you understand?"

"Sure. So it's basically like chakra." I muttered to myself and smiled when I realized how I had simplified everything from the various animes that I watched. There was something about this world that seemed oddly familiar, but I could not recall what it was. I took a few minutes to reorganize the information that I just received and tried to piece it all together before coming to an unsettling conclusion.

"This place is... THIS PLACE IS!" I jumped up and down with overwhelming anticipation at the possibility. OH MY GOD! DON'T TELL ME THIS PLACE IS HUNTERXHUNTER?! IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?! BUT WHERE ELSE WOULD YOU FIND NEN OR AURA OR AZIAN CONTINENT?!

Alice was startled at my sudden show of excitement. "Are you... alright?" She asked with concern when I sat back down.

"Yes. I apologize for startling you." I attempted to get a grip of myself, but it was getting really hard.

She paused for a second to look at me before replying. "It is fine."

"So when do I start training? Let me train now. I need to train now! Give me the books! I need to review! Oh oh oh! I can't wait! This is suddenly very exciting!" I ended up jumping up and down with eagerness again when I started to talk. Soon, my dilemma about never going back home disappeared to the back of my mind.

Alice worried for my sanity when she led me to a different room. I stared and stared before blinking at the contents of the room. It was plain and held no huge extravagant decorations like the previous room. There were just humongous piles of books. I then noticed two books that were ominously at the top of a stack. I stared at the math book. I then stared at the science book. I looked back at the math and then at the science.

"NOOOOO! THEY HAUNT ME AGAIN!" I fell to the ground with horror. It was not as if I hated math and physics, since I was actually pretty good at both, but after taking the last of the classes for both math and science in college, I had hoped that I would not have to ever see them again. Oh, how wrong I was about that. I finally grabbed my least favorite books: Calculus 2 and Biology. It's time for me to start reading this hell of a subject.

"We will bring you food. Please change into these clothes." Alice handed me a shirt and a pair of pants. When I reached out to grab them, they fell to the ground in a loud thump.

"Why are they heavy?" I asked her cautiously. After all, I don't think it's safe for children to wear such heavy clothing as it might make them shorter than their genes would allow them. But who am I to know? After all, I wasn't a Biology major.

"It's to train your muscles. Please wear these gloves and socks as well. Here are your shoes and you must walk back and forth as you read. That will be a rule." She smiled a not so innocent smile.

"Are you a sadist?" I asked her with genuine concern. If she was a sadist, I was in for some serious hell. I was pretty sure about that.

"Excuse me?" Her smile still lingered.

"Nevermind." I mumbled to myself as I put on everything with great difficulty.

"I'll have you know that my neck muscles are weak and they just healed!" I spouted out when she waved goodbye.

"Darn her." I cursed before slamming the door shut. Well attempted to shut the door.

"Why is this door heavy too?" I used all of my strength to push the door. My body felt like a lump of meat. Well technically, it is a lump of meat but at least I was able to move easily before. I struggled towards the books and grabbed the Calculus 2 book again. Soon, I tried to walk and read at the same time due to my old habits but it was proving to be difficult. After a few hours, Alice came back with a tray of food.

"This will be your dinner for today. Tomorrow morning, you will be running around the village with me as part of your training. You will then eat breakfast. After that, you will study until night. We will continue this until you are able to do everything without difficulty. Once that is over, we will teach you Nen. I hope you are of the specialty type." Alice explained to me about my schedule thoroughly as many times as I needed until she realized that I took out a piece of paper and wrote it all out. When she left, I sighed with relief.

"Finally, I get to eat." I quickly reached out to grab the spoon when I noticed that it was heavy. Groaning, I stared at my dinner.

"Don't tell me..." I made an attempt to pick up everything at least once. It was just as I thought. Everything was heavy.

"I hate my life." I said out loud.

I hope you liked this chapter. I will update the next one soon~ So in the meantime, let me know what you think! :)

EDIT1: As a reminder again: I will be editing my story many many times until I am completely satisfied with it. I will not be updating the new chapter until I finish this semester for college, which means no update for new chapter until late May to early June. This story was called "Balance" before, but I changed it to "Game of Balance" recently. There will be a few minor changes, but the rest will mostly be the same as before. I hope you enjoy this reboot.

EDIT1: I also wanted to let you know that in the beginning, during the prologue, the italics is the future Kinra talking and reminiscing but I guess you can also think of it as her looking over at that specific memory. That is why you can read the italics part by itself and the normal font part by itself without feeling as if they do not flow when you read it that way. Any questions? Just review and I will send you a personal message or respond to it through the rebooted chapters. Reviews, Favorites, and Follows are welcome! I personally really like reviews though. Haha!