there will be some OC'S included for the sake of the storyline.
And thank you again Marika Thompson for allowing me use of your OCs.
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-"No! Big sis *****!"
"*****! Stop! Please!"
"Miss *****! Listen to us!"
"*****-san!"
"...I'm sorry...my kings...goodbye...I love you, Sin..."-
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She wakes up feeling exhausted and old, but that shouldn't be. She was only ten. Why should she feel old like she's lived her life several times as much as it should be impossibly. She sighed. Stretching her limbs she slid off her bed her pale bruised feet stinging with each step she took. Ignoring the stinging pain down below she walked across the hall and into her guest room.
Lying there bandaged with more bandages lying on the ground covered in blood was a girl, wait correction- woman, with long blonde hair and pale skin. She had changed the woman's clothes washing out the blood and sowing the tears of her old clothes as best she could. Honestly she was not cut out for girly things like that.
She sighed. The woman had yet to wake up and three days had already passed. Creeping silently she began to change the bandages around the woman's torso, neck, feet, and arms. Before she could finished wrapping the bandages around the woman's torso she realized that bright eyes, that looked like what she thought golden apples would look like, were watching her. Ignoring the stares she was receiving she continued her work and bandages the rest of the other females body. Tying the last of the bandages on place she stood up picking up every last bandage she found on the ground and left the room. Most people would be worried about being attacked by the random person they just helped, but not her.
Nope sorry bandits and other dangerous people it's best to leave this one alone. Don't go picking at a snake it'll only leave you a scar and poison that'll kill you.
Humming while she walked up to the fire she dumped the used bandages into the flame and watched them burn. Bringing out the food she had left she brought out pans and other tools meant for cooking and began preparing breakfast.
By the time she had finished the sun had begun to rise and the morning calls of the birds began setting in. Driving the cart filled with wonderfully smelling food that looked as good as it smelled.
Returning to the guest room She found the female lying on the ground red tainting the once white bandages. She groaned silently and rushed to help the other.
By the time she finished rebandeging the wounds and cleaning them from any infections it was midday. Tired from all the work she had just done she felt the need to sleep, but she wouldn't just yet. She still had to wait for a certain someone to visit. Sliding her feet on the floor she moved slower than a snail towards her own room which happened to be known as the treasure room from what Nalddias° had told her.
Lying on the smooth glass floor she closed her eyes a silent yawn escaping her lips.
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Bright electric sapphire blue eyes stared down at the sleeping child with short white kinda wavy bouncy hair with pale skin and small freckles on her nose. He smiled softly.
"Sweet dreams little dungeon princess...Jafar."
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SO what Do you think? I'm sorry it's really short. I hope I've got find of you interested. Please review and tell me of your opinion. ^^ Sorry for any mistakes find. I tend to write better stories as night when I'm tired so I might make a few mistakes here and there.