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
And also do not judge my novel yet based on the synopsis. It's an "East Meets West" fantasy fan-fiction. I am going all out!

Will be busy for a month. Chapter release rate will be affected.
Leave a review as well.
XIeXie!

The Witch Bone

"Hey, you said you were my old friend! Why are you not helping me then?" he demanded sheepishly. 


She gave another huff and confessed, "You have to get them by yourself. I cannot help."


"Huh?" Now Bai Hua was really bewildered.


She sighed and wearily said, "That's why you should not reveal your identity to anyone before you get back your past memories. That's why I took you away from your father to tell you this.  You should not reveal it to anyone, not even him. Your old enemies are out there. And though you have awakened, all your powers have not. Only when you get back your memories, you will have your full strength back."


"Enemies? You say I have enemies?" Bai Hua burst out.


"What do you think then? There are enemies out there who have been patiently waiting for your return more than me," she retorted angrily.


The more she looked at him the more she got angry. Initially, she was really happy to find out he was back. But now looking at his clueless and nonchalant 14-year-old face she wanted to beat the heck out of him. He was in his true form yet it was still a 14-year-old avatar. Ah. Why did fate have to punish her as well for his mischiefs? She felt used and betrayed. She did not sign up for this when she first met him. Now she has to babysit him. 


She inwardly cursed the day she met him.


The graceful and beautiful woman was gone. Now she looked downcasted as if she was carrying a heavy burden like that Greek Titan, Atlas. 


She sighed miserably and said, "When we leave this space both of us will return to our normal appearance. I revealed my true form here for you. So that it could trigger your soul. Both of us need to curb our real auras out there.  You try not to reveal yourself too much unless it is really necessary. You resume your normal life and we'll both figure out how to get your past memories. I'll ask some immortals who are out there."


"Don't act impulsively, please, for your sake," and mumbled, "and more importantly for my sake."


"Rest here for tonight. I'll leave some of your old cultivation books for you," saying this she produced many scrolls on the table. 


She waved her hand and a divan appeared and another table filled with all sorts of mouth-watering delicacies.


"I'll leave you here for now. Call out my name if you need anything."


She took one last look at him and hugged him as she whispered, "I am really glad you're back."


He was shocked at this last display of affection from her after having his ear got pulled by her. 


"Look who's the impulsive one," he smirked contentedly. He may have met her here for the first time. But that did not stop him from having a deep faith in her. 


He continued drinking the tea and admired the lotuses that were gently swaying in the breeze. If friendship meant waiting for thousands of lonely years only surrounded by these unfeeling lotuses, he indeed felt that he had a true friend.


What friendship means