special agent everest
Generous Reveler
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flower, gleam and glow
let your power shine
let your power shine
ｈｅａｌｔｈ ►██████████◄ 40
ｍａｇｉｃ ►██████████◄ 50
make the clock reverse
bring back what once was mine
ｂａｃｋｐａｃｋ ► the silence in the wind, 5 ethers, my camera, and my sweater.
ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ ► the tunnels, twilight town
ｐａｒｔｙ ► no one yet! i'm alone for now.
heal what has been hurt
change the fate's design
change the fate's design
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- One final dance, one last twirl - and the princess slumped, limp and cold, into his awaiting arms.
That sentence made her absolutely sick inside, and yet she couldn't stop reading it. Even though with every time she read it, every time those words circled around in her head all she could see was her face, hear that mocking laugh that belonged only to her. And the words. Those taunting, cruel words.
"Looks like not everyone gets their happy ending... right?"
Frances scowled and slammed the book shut with more force than she intended.
She hurriedly shoved the book into her backpack and stood up, slinging the bag onto her right shoulder as she pushed open the door to the train station. The sun was blindingly bright, as always, and she staggered back for a moment in shock - even though she'd been here for two weeks and had absolutely no excuse for forgetting that there was ACTUAL sunlight here.
It was silly of her, really.
With a little sigh, she made her way down the stairs and over towards the one thing about the town that had alluded her adventurous spirit - the grate. The grate seemed to cover up a tunnel - maybe a whole series of tunnels, but for all appearances it seemed to be sealed into the ground. She'd tried to tug it open, but it wouldn't budge an inch. Frances absent-mindedly ran her fingers along the wall, sighing. It was just another thing she couldn't have, really. Like a sister who actually liked her or... or bravery - true bravery.
"I guess I'm not... huh? O-Ow!" Her finger had somehow hit a snag in the wall, and instantly a bubble of blood formed, burst and ran down into her palm. Normally, this would have had her complete attention - her days as a pirate quickly taught her to never leave an injury untreated - but it didn't.
Because somehow, just by pure luck, that snag in the wall had a tiny switch in it. She'd hit it, and she watched, amazed, as the grate slid upwards a few inches. A giddy gasp slipped from her lips as the fluttery thrills slid over her, embracing her and pulling her into that familiar rush.
"Okay! So, maybe I don't suck at everything." Frances said to herself, giggling a little as she quickly crouched down and gripped the bottom rail of the grate as tightly as she could, before managing to lift it up about a foot off of the ground. A quick look around and she hurriedly slid herself underneath, wincing as one of the spikes at the bottom grazed the side of her head. "Ouch... careful there..." she chided herself gently, shoving herself back into a standing position. She wobbled for a moment, throwing her arms out for balance as she stared into the expanse of yellow walls and stairs that lay before her.
That prickling fear crept up her spine again, and she slowly wrapped her bloody hand around one of the grate's metal bars, silently sizing up the surrounding area before she dared to take another step. As much as she hated to admit it, that book still had a grip on her, still was a deciding factor whenever she tried to explore.
After all, curiosity was what lead the protagonist to her death.
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save what has been lost
bring back what once was mine
☼ ＦＲＡＮＣＥＳ ｖａｎｅ ☼
ｔｈｅ ｓａｇｅ ｏｆ ＴＩＭＥ
ｔｈｅ ｓａｇｅ ｏｆ ＴＩＭＥ
