A Life From AI

World Book

Morning sun welcomes a good day. Although the black clouds had already enveloped and blocked the bright light. The noise was heard echoing, along with the cold all over.

Arknest Academy. This is a place where nothing can be considered as memories and beauty. There are only mysteries and things beyond the groove.

The blue-eyed girl was still there. Still silent with an expressionless face, although now he does not care about anything around. Slum and dusty, not worth living in. Full of dirt too vines. The academy building really cannot be considered to exist anymore.

Wounds and blood still adorned his body as well as his clothes. Sitting with eyes fixed on his thick book script. Nonchalant of where he was sitting as well as his dusty surroundings, he was still focused on his goal.

"Etral City," the human girl said, then closed the book she read.

His eyes turned towards the window. The glass that had already broken and cracked revealed an aura full of discomfort, but it had no effect on this girl.

"So I have to go back there, yes" Afra muttered and smiled faintly.

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World book. A book that covers the entire world. Even though the word book alone can already deduce this meaning. The world is life and books are knowledge. Both are also influential, although the world has always been at the core.

A small sound was created on the ground that instantly turned dark brown. Its rather bright color instantly darkened when one small object touched it.

Little things that come down from the sky. Dropped, but not flowing. Just leave a puddle after it's finished. The small object began to multiply itself and change the appearance of the ground quickly. Although slowly, the sound he produced had made his listeners know who he was.

Afra Afifa. The blue-eyed girl was already outside and was walking through the forest. A small puddle he stepped on as proof of his journey. The clear points that descend into ornaments at each step.

The morning greeted me and was warm. The warmth was no longer felt.

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Whatisit? inner Afra wondered.

His steps immediately stopped after hearing the sound. Footrests that don't come from him. The pooled clear details made the sound of the step more clearly heard.

The girl's blue eyes started to twitch. Look closely at what is on his right and left. Instantly, he looked back, but there was nothing.

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"Man."

"Who?" afra said, turning her head back.

Those words sound so clear. Whispering and entering his auditory hallway. However, the source is always not found. The empty word still enveloped this human girl. His habit of never thinking seemed to be a strength to him.

"You …."

"Who is it!" repeat Afra firmly. He looked back in the opposite direction to his vision, but he found nothing.

The thicker the book he held tightly. The book he was carrying and he held it with both hands. The blue net looked the same, even though there was actually a hidden point behind the void.

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"Humans, right?" the whisper of the voice instantly made the blue-eyed girl stunned.

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"S –who ... you?" tanya Afra was already enveloped in an aura of emphasis. Fear, that's how he feels now.

Afra is still in position. Not turning around and staring at the figure behind him. A figure equal to him. However, the figure had not yet opened its mouth, Afra suddenly instantly widened her eyes.

"Sleep, Afra!" another whisper in Afra.

Afra instantly fell down and lost her consciousness, making the figure startled.

"Hey, relax!" the figure shouted before Afra's consciousness completely dimmed.

***

Destinies. Somehow this word is always created and never faded in the mind or in life. Even so, repetition always gives a sense of dissatisfaction. Only back to the core is the solution and the answer.

The little details are gone. Leaving a puddle on the ground that was already completely darkened. The black cotton in the sky began to turn white and revealed a bright blue painting. The light of warmth is re-emitting and giving new life.

A small building made of solid wood. Like a tree that has been formed into a small house but can still cover the entire room. Yes, the important room in every house, although not all.

The bluish-black haired girl appeared to be lying on the bed. However, his fingers and face began to show signs of life. The girl opened her eyelids with her mouth making a slight sound.

"A –ada ... Where am I?" That was the sentence that the short-haired girl said.

The girl started to take a sitting position, but she immediately felt something all over her body. He began to look at his hand and found a white bandage tying his hand. The wounds on his body had also been covered with a white cloth. Even though his clothes were still covered in blood.

The girl named Afra began to circulate her gaze to the right and left. His blue net seemed surprised at this natural environment. A scope that only contains one bed with one closet as well as tables and nameless objects.

"Is this home?" ask Afra curiously. He wanted to get out of his seat, but he couldn't. His body still hurts.

Afra looked around again and stopped at the thick book beside her. Afra slightly widened her eyes after seeing the book. Although there was a barrier on his body, he started to convince himself and took the book.

Sheet by book he opened and stared sharply. The writing that could not be called normal, but he could still read it further widened his eyes.

"This is really my book!" afra said still stalling. However, he instantly recalled the core of this groove.

"But how can it? How could I be here? Then, what is this place?" asked Afra immediately asked questions that he could not answer by himself. He doesn't even know the answer.

Afra turned to the door and immediately found the door open, revealing a blue-robed girl. The thought full of question marks has now again turned into a feeling full of exclamation marks. Surprised and wide-eyed at the blue-robed girl.

Long hair is light pink and neutral with three colors. Yellow is the core, while red is the binder and blue is the cover.

The girl from the witch race with teleportation power. The girl that Afra knew and was already considered a friend. Yes, the figure of a friend he recognized before the time of repetition. The girl who had always been the place he walked besides the alter.

His wide-eyed eyes began to open his mouth and let out a single word about the magical girl. Name of the girl herself.

"A –Aura!"