- Goal -

She was back again in the grassland.

The familiar scenery....the familiar view...she was back again here.

The grassland didn't seem to change. Not even the slightest.

The pink haired lady with pink- colored lotus forehead who was dressed in white was also there. She was standing behind her while crossing her arm, waiting for Charlotte to notice her presence with a smile.

Charlotte felt that there was something or someone behind her. In the midst of confusion, she turned around and then noticed the pink lady's presence. She asked, "Why is it you again?"

"Ⲱⲏⲁⲧ? Ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲁꞅⲉ ⲛⲟⲧ ⲏⲁⲣⲣⲩ ⲧⲟ 𝛓ⲉⲉ ⲙⲉ?" The pink haired lady asked.

Of course she wasn't happy. It was shown on her expression already. She appeared before she could give an answer to Charlotte. Did she do it intentional or not?

"Ⲓⲧ 𝛓ⲉⲉⲙ𝛓 𝓵ⲓⲕⲉ ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲏⲁ𝓿ⲉ ⲙⲉⲧ ⲧⲏⲉ 𝓖ⲟⲇ ⲟ𝓯 𝓖𐌵ⲁꞅⲇⲓⲁⲛ𝛓" the pink haired lady said again, starting another conversation since it took quite awhile for Charlotte to answer her question. Ah, she wasn't going to answer her question earlier. She was just frowning and glaring at her.

"And how do you know that?" Charlotte asked her.

"Ⲃⲉⲥⲁ𐌵𝛓ⲉ Ⲓ ⲥⲟ𐌵𝓵ⲇ 𝛓ⲉⲉ ⲱⲏⲁⲧⲉ𝓿ⲉꞅ ⲩⲟ𐌵 𝛓ⲉⲉ."

Charlotte scoffed, "As if I believe in you."

The pink haired lady smiled even wider when she heard that.

"Ⲱⲉ𝓵𝓵, ⲃⲉ𝓵ⲓⲉ𝓿ⲓⲛ𝓰 ⲟꞅ ⲛⲟⲧ, ⲓⲧ'𝛓 ⲩⲟ𐌵ꞅ ⲇⲉⲥⲓ𝛓ⲓⲟⲛ" she lightly replied. "Ⲓ 𝓰𐌵ⲉ𝛓𝛓 ⲧⲏⲉ 𝓖ⲟⲇ ⲟ𝓯 𝓖𐌵ⲁꞅⲇⲓⲁⲛ ⲏⲁ𝛓 ⲉⲭⲣ𝓵ⲁⲓⲛⲉⲇ ⲁⲃⲟ𐌵ⲧ ⲧⲏⲉ Ꞅⲉ𝓿ⲟ𝓵𐌵ⲧⲓⲟⲛ Ꞅⲟⲁⲇ.....ⲧⲟ 𝛓ⲉⲉⲕ ⲁⲃⲟ𐌵ⲧ ⲩⲟ𐌵ꞅ𝛓ⲉ𝓵𝓯 ⲁⲛⲇ ⲛⲟⲧ ⲩⲟ𐌵ꞅ 𝓯ⲁ𝓵𝛓ⲉ 𝛓ⲉ𝓵𝓯. Ⲏⲁ𝓿ⲉ ⲩⲟ𐌵 𝓯ⲟ𐌵ⲛⲇ ⲓⲧ?"

"Yeah" Charlotte answered. "I'm who I am right?"

"Ⲓⲧ 𝛓ⲉⲉⲙ𝛓 𝓵ⲓⲕⲉ ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲏⲁ𝓿ⲉ ⲕⲛⲟⲱⲛ ⲧⲏⲉ ⲁⲛ𝛓ⲱⲉꞅ."

'That's what the fictional characters said though. I just simply copy paste it.'

"Ⲃ𐌵ⲧ 𝛓ⲓⲙⲣ𝓵ⲩ ⲕⲛⲟⲱⲓⲛ𝓰 ⲧⲏⲉ ⲁⲛ𝛓ⲱⲉꞅ ⲓ𝛓ⲛ'ⲧ ⲉⲛⲟ𐌵𝓰ⲏ. Ⲇⲟ ⲩⲟ𐌵 𐌵ⲛⲇⲉꞅ𝛓ⲧⲁⲛⲇ ⲱⲏⲁⲧ ⲩⲟ𐌵ꞅ ⲱⲟꞅⲇ𝛓 ⲙⲉⲁⲛ?"

"It means who I am right?" Charlotte asked. "I'm a simple young girl who loves to play and keeps starting a fight with the others. That's all."

"Ⲧⲏⲁⲧ'𝛓 ⲛⲟⲧ ⲉⲛⲟ𐌵𝓰ⲏ" the lady responded as she walked closer to Charlotte. She put her right palm gently on the back of her head. "Ⲱⲏⲉⲛ ⲩⲟ𐌵 𝛓ⲁⲓⲇ ⲧⲏⲁⲧ ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲁꞅⲉ ⲱⲏⲟ ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲁꞅⲉ, ⲧⲏⲉⲛ ⲩⲟ𐌵 𝛓ⲏⲟ𐌵𝓵ⲇ ⲕⲛⲟⲱ ⲁⲃⲟ𐌵ⲧ ⲩⲟ𐌵ꞅ𝛓ⲉ𝓵𝓯. Ⲁ𝓵𝓵 ⲩⲟ𐌵ꞅ 𝛓ⲧꞅⲉⲛ𝓰ⲧⲏ𝛓 ⲁⲛⲇ ⲱⲉⲁⲕⲛⲉ𝛓𝛓, ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲏⲁ𝓿ⲉ ⲧⲟ ⲁⲥⲥⲉⲣⲧ ⲓⲧ ⲁⲛⲇ 𝓯ⲁⲥⲉ ⲧⲏⲉⲙ..... ⲉ𝓿ⲉⲛ ⲱⲏⲉⲛ ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲇⲟ ⲛⲟⲧ 𝓵ⲓⲕⲉ ⲧⲏⲉⲙ."

"So does that mean I'm wrong?" Charlotte asked, pointing her index finger towards herself.

"Ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲁꞅⲉⲛ'ⲧ ⲱꞅⲟⲛ𝓰. Ⲓⲧ'𝛓 𝓳𐌵𝛓ⲧ ⲧⲏⲁⲧ ⲧⲏⲉꞅⲉ ⲓ𝛓 ⲛⲟ ⲉⲭⲁⲥⲧ ⲟꞅ ⲣꞅⲟⲣⲉꞅ ⲁⲛ𝛓ⲱⲉꞅ 𝓯ⲟꞅ ⲧⲏⲓ𝛓 𝓺𐌵ⲉ𝛓ⲧⲓⲟⲛ. Ⲉ𝓿ⲉꞅⲩ ⲓⲛⲇⲓ𝓿ⲓⲇ𐌵ⲁ𝓵 ⲓ𝛓 ⲇⲓ𝓯𝓯ⲉꞅⲉⲛⲧ 𝓯ꞅⲟⲙ ⲁⲛⲟⲧⲏⲉꞅ. Ⲧⲏⲉⲩ ⲙⲓ𝓰ⲏⲧ ⲃⲉ 𝛓ⲓⲙⲓ𝓵ⲁꞅ ⲱⲓⲧⲏ ⲉⲁⲥⲏ ⲟⲧⲏⲉꞅ, ⲃ𐌵ⲧ ⲧⲏⲉⲩ ⲁꞅⲉ ⲇⲓ𝓯𝓯ⲉꞅⲉⲛⲧ. 𝓙𐌵𝛓ⲧ 𝓵ⲓⲕⲉ ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲁⲛⲇ ⲧⲏⲉ ꞅⲉⲁ𝓵 Ⲥⲏⲁꞅ𝓵ⲟⲧⲧⲉ."

"You also know about this one?"

"Ⲓ ⲕⲛⲟⲱ ⲱⲏⲁⲧⲉ𝓿ⲉꞅ ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲕⲛⲟⲱ. Ⲟꞅ ⲙⲁⲩⲃⲉ ⲉ𝓿ⲉⲛ ⲙⲟꞅⲉ."

"What an enigma! Give me the proper answer!" Charlotte demanded. "Aren't you here to help me?"

"Ꞅⲓ𝓰ⲏⲧ. Ⲓ'ⲙ ⲏⲉꞅⲉ 𝓳𐌵𝛓ⲧ ⲧⲟ ⲏⲉ𝓵ⲣ, ⲛⲟⲧ ⲧⲟ 𝓰ⲓ𝓿ⲉ ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲁ𝓵𝓵 ⲧⲏⲉ ⲁⲛ𝛓ⲱⲉꞅ𝛓."

"Ugh......"

Charlotte scratched the back of her head. This pink haired lady was hard to deal with.

".....Ⲥⲏⲁꞅ𝓵ⲟⲧⲧⲉ.....ⲱⲏⲩ ⲇⲟ ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲥ𝓵ⲓⲙⲃ ⲧⲏⲉ ⲧⲟⲱⲉꞅ?"

"Huh? Why are you asking that in all sudden?"

"Ⲃⲉⲥⲁ𐌵𝛓ⲉ ⲉ𝓿ⲉꞅⲩⲟⲛⲉ ⲏⲁ𝛓 ⲧⲏⲉⲓꞅ ⲟⲱⲛ ⲣ𐌵ꞅⲣⲟ𝛓ⲉ ⲟⲛ ⲥ𝓵ⲓⲙⲃⲓⲛ𝓰 ⲧⲏⲉ ⲧⲟⲱⲉꞅ" she answered. "Ⲱⲏⲁⲧ'𝛓 ⲩⲟ𐌵ꞅ𝛓?"

Charlotte paused for a moment before she playfully smiled again.

"It's a secret" she answered. "I may have a reason to climb the tower, or I'm just here to hog all the fun."

The pink lady in white knew that this was her way to get back on her for not telling her what she wanted, but being someone who had observed this girl for awhile, it wasn't hard for her to figure out the reason on her own.

"Ⲓⲧ ⲓ𝛓 𝓯ⲟꞅ Ⲃⲁⲙ ꞅⲓ𝓰ⲏⲧ?" She guessed.

Charlotte's smile stiffened when she heard that.

"Ⲱⲉ𝓵𝓵, ⲓⲧ ⲓ𝛓ⲛ'ⲧ 𝛓ⲟ ⲏⲁꞅⲇ ⲧⲟ 𝓯ⲓ𝓰𐌵ꞅⲉ ⲟ𐌵ⲧ. Ⲁ𝛓ⲓⲇⲉ 𝓯ꞅⲟⲙ Ⲃⲁⲙ ⲱⲏⲟ ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲥⲁꞅⲉⲇ ⲇⲉⲁꞅ𝓵ⲩ 𝓯ⲟꞅ, ⲱⲏⲁⲧ ⲱⲓ𝓵𝓵 ⲃⲉ ⲧⲏⲉ ꞅⲉⲁ𝛓ⲟⲛ 𝓯ⲟꞅ ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲧⲟ ⲥ𝓵ⲓⲙⲃ ⲧⲏⲓ𝛓 ⲧⲟⲱⲉꞅ?" The pink lady asked her again.

"Since you've known it, why do you ask?"

"Ⲥⲏⲁꞅ𝓵ⲟⲧⲧⲉ, 𝛓ⲓⲛⲥⲉ ⲩⲟ𐌵ꞅ 𝓰ⲟⲁ𝓵 ⲓ𝛓 ⲧⲟ ⲱⲁ𝓵ⲕ ⲟⲛ ⲧⲏⲉ 𝛓ⲁⲙⲉ ⲣⲁⲧⲏ ⲱⲓⲧⲏ Ⲃⲁⲙ, ⲧⲏⲉⲛ ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲏⲁ𝓿ⲉ ⲧⲟ ⲏⲟ𝓵ⲇ ⲩⲟ𐌵ꞅ ⲱⲟꞅⲇ𝛓. Ⲱⲓⲧⲏⲟ𐌵ⲧ ⲁ 𝓰ⲟⲁ𝓵, ⲟⲛⲉ ⲱⲓ𝓵𝓵 ⲏⲁ𝓿ⲉ ⲛⲟ ⲙⲟⲧⲓ𝓿ⲁⲧⲓⲟⲛ ⲟꞅ ⲧⲏⲉ ꞅⲉⲁ𝛓ⲟⲛ ⲧⲟ ⲓⲙⲣꞅⲟ𝓿ⲉ ⲏⲓⲙ𝛓ⲉ𝓵𝓯. Ⲃ𐌵ⲧ ⲱⲏⲉⲛ ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲁꞅⲉ ⲥⲏⲟⲟ𝛓ⲓⲛ𝓰 ⲩⲟ𐌵ꞅ ⲟⲱⲛ 𝓰ⲟⲁ𝓵, ⲩⲟ𐌵 𝛓ⲏⲟ𐌵𝓵ⲇ ⲁ𝓵𝛓ⲟ ⲃⲉ ⲣꞅⲉⲣⲁꞅⲉⲇ 𝓯ⲟꞅ ⲓⲧ. Ⲁ𝓯ⲧⲉꞅ ⲁ𝓵𝓵, 𝓰ⲟⲁ𝓵 ⲓ𝛓 ⲧⲏⲉ ꞅⲉⲁ𝛓ⲟⲛ ⲱⲏⲩ ⲩⲟ𐌵'𝓿ⲉ ⲃⲉⲉⲛ ⲧⲏꞅⲟ𐌵𝓰ⲏ ⲉ𝓿ⲉꞅⲩⲧⲏⲓⲛ𝓰 ꞅⲓ𝓰ⲏⲧ?

Ⲓ𝓯 ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲇⲟⲛ'ⲧ ⲏⲁ𝓿ⲉ ⲁ 𝓰ⲟⲁ𝓵, ⲧⲏⲉⲛ ⲁ𝓵𝓵 ⲧⲏⲉ ⲧꞅⲁⲓⲛⲓⲛ𝓰𝛓 ⲁⲛⲇ 𝛓𐌵𝓯𝓯ⲉꞅⲓⲛ𝓰𝛓 ⲧⲏⲁⲧ ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲉⲛⲇ𐌵ꞅⲉ ⲱⲓ𝓵𝓵 ⲃⲉ ⲙⲉⲁⲛⲓⲛ𝓰𝓵ⲉ𝛓𝛓. Ⲓ𝓯 ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲇⲟⲛ'ⲧ ⲏⲁ𝓿ⲉ ⲁ 𝓰ⲟⲁ𝓵, ⲧⲏⲉⲛ ⲧⲏⲉꞅⲉ ⲓ𝛓 ⲛⲟ ꞅⲉⲁ𝛓ⲟⲛ 𝓯ⲟꞅ ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲧⲟ ⲕⲓ𝓵𝓵 ⲟⲧⲏⲉꞅ𝛓 ⲁⲛⲇ ⲧⲟ ⲣ𐌵𝓵𝓵 ⲧⲏⲉⲙ ⲇⲟⲱⲛ. Ⲓ𝓯 ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲕⲓ𝓵𝓵 ⲧⲏⲉⲙ ⲱⲓⲧⲏⲟ𐌵ⲧ ⲁ 𝓰ⲟⲁ𝓵 ⲟꞅ ꞅⲉⲁ𝛓ⲟⲛ, ⲧⲏⲉⲛ ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲁꞅⲉ ⲛⲟ ⲇⲓ𝓯𝓯ⲉꞅⲉⲛⲧ 𝓯ꞅⲟⲙ ⲧⲏⲟ𝛓ⲉ ⲃ𝓵ⲟⲟⲇⲧⲏⲓꞅ𝛓ⲧⲩ ⲱⲟ𝓵𝓿ⲉ𝛓. Ⲇⲟ ⲩⲟ𐌵 𐌵ⲛⲇⲉꞅ𝛓ⲧⲁⲛⲇ ⲱⲏⲁⲧ Ⲓ ⲙⲉⲁⲛⲧ?"

Charlotte nodded her head. She was lost in words.

"Ⲓⲛ 𝛓ⲉⲉⲕⲓⲛ𝓰 ⲩⲟ𐌵ꞅ 𝓰ⲟⲁ𝓵, ⲩⲟ𐌵 ⲱⲓ𝓵𝓵 ⲙⲉⲉⲧ ⲇⲓ𝓯𝓯ⲉꞅⲉⲛⲧ ⲧⲩⲣⲉ𝛓 ⲟ𝓯 ⲣⲉⲟⲣ𝓵ⲉ, Ⲥⲏⲁꞅ𝓵ⲟⲧⲧⲉ. Ϩⲟⲙⲉ ⲱⲓ𝓵𝓵 ⲃⲉ ⲩⲟ𐌵ꞅ ⲥ𝓵ⲟ𝛓ⲉ𝛓ⲧ 𝓯ꞅⲓⲉⲛⲇ𝛓, 𝛓ⲟⲙⲉ ⲱⲓ𝓵𝓵 ⲃⲉ ⲩⲟ𐌵ꞅ ⲁ𝓵𝓵ⲩ ⲱⲏⲓ𝓵ⲉ 𝛓ⲟⲙⲉ ⲙⲓ𝓰ⲏⲧ ⲃⲉ ⲩⲟ𐌵ꞅ ⲉⲛⲉⲙⲓⲉ𝛓. Ⲧⲏⲉꞅⲉ ⲁꞅⲉ 𝓵ⲟⲧ𝛓 ⲟ𝓯 𝛓𝓵ⲩ ⲣⲉⲟⲣ𝓵ⲉ ⲟ𐌵ⲧ ⲧⲏⲉꞅⲉ ⲁⲛⲇ ⲧⲏⲉꞅⲉ ⲁꞅⲉ ⲧⲓⲙⲉ𝛓 ⲱⲏⲉꞅⲉ ⲱⲉ ⲃⲉⲧⲧⲉꞅ ⲃⲉ ⲁ ⲙⲉꞅⲥⲓ𝓵ⲉ𝛓𝛓 ⲁⲛⲇ 𝓿ⲓ𝓵𝓵ⲁⲓⲛⲟ𐌵𝛓 ⲣⲉꞅ𝛓ⲟⲛ ⲧⲏⲁⲛ ⲃⲉⲓⲛ𝓰 ⲃⲉⲧꞅⲁⲩⲉⲇ ⲃⲩ ⲧⲏⲉⲙ."

Charlotte, "........."

≪ ◦ ❖ ◦ ≫

Bam met with a strange and ugly looking blue haired grey creature with a pair of red eyes, talking to him.

The said creature offered him a hand. The monster said that he was the power, the one that has been talking inside his head since one month ago. The monster said to him that it he was willing to work together with him, then it won't be hard for the two of them to conquer the tower.

"Did you say.....it's the power that will bring all the tower into submission?" Bam asked the hideous creature.

"That's right! Think of it, why are you suffering now? Why are your comrades being taken as hostages? Why do you need to go through such pain like this? It's because you are beneath someone else! There is someone who is stronger than you! And there is someone who has the power to push you down!

You may get lucky enough to escape from danger this time, but the same thing will happen again and again! To stop this repetitive pain, there is only one way! You becoming the king to rule them all!!"

"......must I rule over someone else....with that power?"

"That's right!" the creature leaned close to Bam. "If you don't, you will suffer continuously! Even if you manage to let the danger slip by this time, someone else above you will try to use and hurt you! But once you stand on the top of everything, nothing like that will...!"

"So you mean, my power is not my own power right?" Bam asked the creature.

"Then I don't need such power....." Bam denied his offer without hesitance.

"What bullsh*t are you talking about right now?! You need the power right now! The power to conquer all your enemies who bully you, and to save your comrades! You need the murderous intent to kill your enemies!!"

"Yes, I do. But the power you're talking about isn't your power. The power you're talking about isn't my true power. The power that you are talking about is meaningful only if .

The one who had locked me and my sister in the cave for such a long time must have done it thinking something like that. But I don't need such power. The power that gives you pleasure by having someone under you.....the power that calls for fear and hatred.....cannot be justified.

"

The monster was taken back on what Bam said.

He was tempting the boy with the power he was going to offer, the power that will grant him everything he wanted, the power to be able to trample the others who hurt him. It was something that lots of people wanted for.

But this boy refused. He was different from the others. He didn't need the power that will only work when he had someone to trample. He didn't need the power that will only create fear and hatred. What he wanted was his own power.

≪ ◦ ❖ ◦ ≫

"Are you awake?"

Both Charlotte and Bam had returned to the reality.

"How did it go with meeting yourself? Were you able to find the real you?" The God of Guardian asked the two of them.

Charlotte did find the clue into finding herself. Thanks to the pink haired lady, she understood it a bit. But it was just a bit.

She wanted her to accept both her strengths and weaknesses, the blissful moments and the sad moments, Charlotte should be accepting all.

Her right hand unconsciously touched her elbow, 'It's easier to say than to done.'

Bam, on the other hand, answered the God of Guardian's question, "I'm not......sure about that."

The God of Guardian felt that he had heard something wrong, "What?"

"Em....I did meet something but.....I'm not sure what it was" Bam began to explain. "When things get clear later on, then....I'll think I'll be able to tell what it was. Anyway, it was a good experience."

The God of Guardian turned his head around to Charlotte, waiting for her explanation. But Charlotte didn't know how she should tell the others about it.

Everything happened too fast. The existence of Charlotte...the lecture from the purple lady.... they happened too fast for Charlotte. And she can't tell it freely to the others as this was a big and huge secret that involved with her real identity. She didn't know how to explain what she had just experienced to the others.

So, she just lied.

"It's similar with brother" she lied to the two of them.

The God of Guardian had a feeling that she was lying. He felt that there was something different. Since he can't see their meeting with themselves, he was unsure what these two children met. The atmosphere that he felt right now was completely different from Zahard and the Head of the Ten Great Families.

When the two of them knew that three weeks had already passed just for the first step of their revolution, the two of them immediately rushed and climbed the Rice Pot to go outside, ignoring the God of Guardian's advice to stay there longer.

When Khun saw the twins, he was beyond happy.

"Charlotte! Bam!!" he called their names.

"Mr. Khun!" Bam called his name back. "Let's go! "