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Fantasy Fantasy Highschool Life

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Han closed his eyes and faced away from the tv. Haiiro was really getting on his nerves. "I'm not watching it, goddess."
 
Haiiro sighed, giving up. She just returned to organizing her memories, having nothing else to do. Jax shook his head. "Even before I met you I didn't have that, I had to protect Elizabeth."
 
Han threw a knife at the tv, breaking it. He then stood up and walked over to the target boards. He began to throw daggers at the boards. "This sucks." he mumbled.
 
Jax sighed. "It's not how you would expect. I had to protect her from herself." Haiiro sighs angrily, trying to think of a way to beat Han and start the effect of the curse.
 
Haiiro gave up, appearing in her own bedroom and falling asleep, trying to come up with ways to beat Han. The doorway to the hallway was still there, and if Han went down into it he would eventually find a room that would manage to activate the curse, but she didn't want to bank on that chance occurrence. Jax glanced over at Tao. "I had to keep Elizabeth from uncovering her true power, if she did...well... It wouldn't be good."
 
Han sat back down on his couch and sighed. "I rather be in Hell!" he yelled. He began to make shadows dance around the room.
 
Jax smiled. "You shouldn't know that she is a goddess...but she is the goddess of creation and order. Before she was forced to flee from her realm she began corrupt, went rouge, and almost destroyed existence itself twice." Haiiro tossed and turned in her sleep, having horrible nightmares.
 
Han decided to go look for that pool that he saw earlier. He wandered down the hall searching every room. He finally found it and he put on his swim suit and jumped into the water, trying to forget his problems.
 
Haiiro woke up, screaming in terror from her nightmares and breathing heavily, trying to assure herself that it was just a dream. She stands up and walks to her personal closet.
 
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