| Let me sing you a little song |
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Post by Trinity Mouser on Aug 11, 2015 23:35:01 GMT
The voice began to speak the word pitiful it had only caused her heart to hurt more with guilt, it brought on more tears than before. It then began to speak again reminding her there was little time that she had to get away, otherwise it was all be pointless.
The air around suddenly felt graver, darker; more dangerous than before. She slowly lifted her head to see the shadow monsters right near her, feeling of despair and helplessness slapped her. All she could think to do was kick the creature as it drew nearer on the head, it absolutely did nothing.
Her thoughts began swimming... live. live. live... She wanted to live.. She wanted to Mikhail... her friends... she wanted to see her friends. One more time. Don't let them be taken away again... She needed to help them. A rush of energy hit her, but it was much weaker with absolutely no true heart behind it.
She picked herself up, began running to the door her whole mind wishing to scream for the voice to stop all of this... That this was not fair, that this was all a lie, she was innocent. Was this how keybladers fell to the darkness? Was she next? Following behind her friend Mikhail? Images of shadows dancing around him, the madness in his eyes, and the hurt of what he had done. Tears gathered in her eyes right when she made it absolutely barely.. through the door.
her eyes squeezed shut she was unaware that she had even made it through the door, had no awareness of what was on the otherside... for all she knew she could be running into something much more dangerous and big... Her heart screaming, her heart lost, her heart in despair of where darkness grows.
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Post by Admin on Feb 7, 2017 5:46:20 GMT
Che dothras che drivos As Trinity forced her way through the door to escape from the Shadows, a white light began to envelop her, not a warm light but cold. "You failed." The voice repeated itself. "And yet still you fight. The voice did not sound angry, nor did it sound glad. It sounded surprised. "You are not yet strong enough for the power your friends wield."
The light started to warm up, and started feeling familiar, comfortable, much like her bed back at the Castle. "You have a good heart in spite of your weakness." The voice began to get quieter, fading away like a dream. "Protect it, guard it and maybe someday you could have the same power your friends hold." If Trinity listened closely, she could hear the faint hum of a song as the voice faded, a tune so very simple and so very clean.
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| Let me sing you a little song |
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Post by Trinity Mouser on Feb 7, 2017 17:28:00 GMT
She leaned over gasping for breath, the room completely bright and cold. A harsh voice sounded, she looked up to where she thought the voice was, but could find nothing. She screamed out toward the voice as it began claiming she wasn't ready to wield the keyblade. "Please, I must! Save my friends!" Tears began gathering in her eyes.
In response the light warmed up, comfortable, she felt it attempting to comfort her. She found herself leaning to where she thought it was coming from, it spoke gentle of her good heart and weakness. That she should protect it from others so that may one day hold the same power as her friends. A humming song replaced the voice. Soon Trinity found herself drifting to sleep curled on the floor comforted by the song and voice's warmth.
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