Yes, I'm doing it yet again: Starting a new story when I should be working on the others. I use the same excuse as last time: Murderous stalker plot bunnies.
Chapter 1
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Those Westerners are so annoying! I thought asI wandered in the woods. At least, I thought I was in the woods. But no, because of who I am, WHAT I am, I had managed to wander into some type of biome mix. There were bamboo trees sticking up like odd spears in the mist. And the ground was slightly watery. But I didn't notice that, or the fact that the mist wasn't your average silver, harmless mist. This mist was glowing, silvery-blue, and wasn't the least bit distracting to someone who didn't pay attention. It also was thickening from small tendrils to thin walls to thick walls. I only noticed where I was when I heard the echo-ey, fluttering whispers around me.
"Oh, look, Mariette!"
"Whatever at, Lottie?"
"Him! Would the Mistresses be pleased with him should we take him?"
"Don't be foolish, Lottie! You know they've only eyes for one young boy each."
"Lavinia! That wasn't what I meant! Would she be pleased with having him in the way she has Becky and Tom and Edelweiss?"
"Who are you? WHERE are you? WHAT are you?" I called out softly. Then I noticed the mist. Oh hell.
I had wandered into the Dead Woman's Fields.
Can anyone guess who this is? Who the Mistresses are? And why this Nation is scared? More to be revealed! I'll give you hints to the questions, but they're not in order!
· OC are used in this world.
· Lost ones never go out…not the way they came in, at least…
· Asian
Hasta la Clover~! Ciao for now~!