Piano Sonata Number 1.

  Her vision was quite simple—to get out of the palace and find the prince, Guegu.

  Peach Mitani did not expect this to be so easy.

  She struggled to live, and all of a sudden, her path was clear.

  She was getting suspicious, but for the first time, she was getting her hopes up.

  “Why aren’t you sleeping?” asked the head eunuch.

  She was not listening, though. She was quietly sitting on a step and dreaming. She was dreaming about how she was going to find her prince, and she was dreaming about how he was going to help her to achieve her dream.

  “He will destroy them all,” she mumbled.

  “What did you just say? Sorry, but I could not hear you,” said the head eunuch.

  She did not answer, and then she became the step. She was on the step. She was feeling calm. She could finally breathe now.

  Piano Sonata Number 2.

  Listen, hear me out!

  I am a time traveler, and I have been stuck. I have been stuck countless times in time. In relation to that, I have created a time warp, an anomaly, a suspension.

  There is only one destiny that awaits us, and that is true.

  But I made a grave mistake. Therefore, I have been misinformed, thus creating a butterfly effect.

  Listen, hear me out!

  I have met other versions of myself; however, as I said, there is supposed to be only one timeline guiding us, but due to my grave mistake, different paths are awaiting us.

  I have no control over my life.

  Listen, hear me out!

  I have met other versions of myself, and they have all been telling their tale, yapping uncontrollably of how they have come to be. For the thing is, we don’t know who the real time traveler is, a shaman.

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  For, yeah, I used to be a shaman, a divine leader, and now we are all going to determine the original timeline—each of us has been listening to the origin tale of their own selves, and we are going to terminate the most unfitting ones for all.

  Piano Sonata Number 3.

  Universe of 1000 O's Divine Leader

  I am the divine leader of all the shamans of the universe of 1000. Let me preach my story that shall not be told.

  For the story of mine is indirectly related to our mighty Khabugun’s ancestral lineage.

  Oh, our mighty Khabugun's ancestral lineage is as noble as can be, even among heavenly creatures.

  He descended from the greatest deity of all time, the Turbo Wolf.

  The Turbo Wolf descended upon Earth and took a human mortal as his wife. His wife was the most beautiful woman on earth; therefore, she went by the name Larma the Beauty. They had a son together who later became associated with other heavenly creatures.

  Born to them as a half-god, their son was given a name, Batachi-qan. Like his father, he also got himself involved with a mortal woman. However, soon enough, his aunt, the sister of Terbo Wolf, fell in love with him.

  Burning with jealousy, she ordered her niece to leave the mortal realm for good.

  PART ONE

  The Double

  It is said that Batachi-qan could not fulfill the goddess's request. His soon-to-be bride was expecting a child. He felt an immense love for his unborn son.

  Nevertheless, Batachi-qan could not fully resist his aunt's charm; after all, despite being born as a god, he was just a man. In other words, he could not leave his soon-to-be bride and unborn son, but he also grew to love the Terbo Wolf's sister.

  Therefore, he split himself into two versions and two pieces. Pieces that were bouncing. Pieces that were throbbing.

  Near his wife resided his mortal soul, but he, the god, followed Terbo Wolf's sister's orders.

  PART TWO

  His other self

  Now, as a mortal, he could devote his love to his wife and son. They were the apple of his eye and the milk of his eye.

  He was drowning in them, as he should be.

  However, his other self felt a spiritual delight, for he was a god, with or without a single drop of human blood.

  He could not get old. He could not get ill.

  His skin was smooth. He, fresh as a daisy flower, felt like a virgin boy.

  His soul and mind metamorphosed into a completely different persona, a double.

  PART THREE

  Preaching

  His double then exclaims and says, "Oh, I am so lonely and bedazzled!" to which his double's double gives a double reply:

  What am I, and what is he?

  The double or a god doubting every sentence in his monologues?

  If we are fused and amalgamated, then what again: are we the demigods?

  If double it be, that is to say, the surfeiting, answer me.

  I want my soul back.

  PART FOUR

  Their mortal sin

  “I want my soul back,” said he.

  Batachi-qan, the soulless mortal, squeezed his hands and released a sound akin to arrow shots and horses running down the hill.

  His son Tamacha, Tamacha's son Tamachan, and Tamachan's son Tama the Shrewd One now all had a single mission: to reclaim the holy spirit of their ancestor.