Qingwa

Cheng Yan, the sole breadwinner of his family, one night finds some old bone under an old tree.  The origin of those bones results in his death. But this transports him back to thousands of years ago where witches not only existed but demons and spirit beasts roamed the skies and ruled the seas.

Trapped in a body of the heir of the chieftain, Cheng Yan has to walk through the labyrinth of political unrest as an awakened god, in a mortal's body, to save the kingdom from his unscrupulous rivals, and save himself from jaw-dropping beautiful cousins. And the only weapon he had on his reincarnation was a string of bones.
What will he do with those bones? Feed it to dogs? Turn them into bone soup? Wear around his neck as a fashion statement?
Read to find out more!

Note: Ahem, Froggo here, my summer vacation started and I thought "hey, why not" and started writing. My first ever prose writing ( my soul is a poet though). So, please check out and leave comments if you like it and if you hate it, I won't mind having some of your power stones thrown at me. (not kidding) ahahahahah
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The Witch Bone

"Good thing you brought him back in time for the ritual. I don't want to have those shamans on my case. What has gotten into Bai Hua today? He has never acted this impertinent nor rebellious before. Does not having a mother turns a boy into such a wildling?" The speaker mused to himself.


"And what are those strange things around his ankles? What did he do this whole time while he was supposed to be in solitary fast? Little Lok, just because he's the Young Lord, doesn't mean that you have to be lenient and fail to report to me."


"Master, I have tried to remove that weird looking anklet from his ankles. But even with the use of my spirit force, it won't budge, " said Lok miserably as he knelt before his Lord. Never in his life, he thought he would see this day when he would disappoint his Lord so much that his master was not even raising his voice to reproach him today. And this made him more scared...


"Rise, and step aside. You disappoint me, Little Lok." The Lord drawled lazily.


 He approached the bed where a boy of 14 years old was sleeping innocently. He instilled some of his spiritual force into the boy's temple. 


"Mmmmm... dumplings..." moaned the boy.


The Lord frowned at this and flicked his hand and stop the spirit flow.


"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Cheng Yan sit up suddenly and screamed like he was about to die a gruesome death. The muffled scream that was withheld when he died was released uninhibited now.


And seeing the face of the man in front of him, he increased his volume.


Though he was screaming like a lunatic the events that had happened after he was going home slowly passed through his mind like a 3D movie. He was sure he died back then. He genuinely felt his soul leaving his body. He was sure he saw his body fell to the ground while his soul was absorbed by the tree. 


And there was another memory that was slowly trickling into his consciousness. The owner of the current body was on a solitary fast due to being initiated as an adult. Unlike his pessimistic old self, the current body belonged to a serious youth of 14 who had been trying to outdo his father his entire life. Heck, he felt that this youth had it rougher than him even though he was a "Young Lord". He was poor in his previous life but he did enjoy his pessimistic life. But this boy had been struggling to step out from the shadow of his father and find out the truth about his mother. This desire was the strongest and even though the boy's soul was no longer present in this body, the desire had been beaten into his bones and his very cells.


"What a way to wake up, Bai Hua. Half of the servants outside may have become deaf by now." said a lazy voice that seems to be coming from the man in front of him.


Father? Registered his thought. This man is my father?


I meet my "father"