Tis not my characters accept for you know a few throughout the story. Angelic Layer is not miinnnee!
Dancing bears; Painted wings.
The girl who suddenly jumped with joy gasped as her grandmother showed her a dazzling necklace made of the pure gold. Her eyes watered with gratitude as her grandmother's crown sparkled to her eyes. She smiled lovingly to the joyous girl and hugged with fondness and care.
The necklace had a jewelry box to which had a key. The key would be place in its socket and a lullaby would be a tune to sing her sing in those restless nights of tears. Her grandmother sang the tune, but the words weren't heard. People's gasping and 'oohing' weren't heard.
This girl was heir to the throne, and she danced with her father and had the audience marvel as the glided across the dancing tile. Women awed silently while the father, no the king whirled his loved daughter. Boys and their father applauded with entertainment as the royalties danced.
Soon the only sound that was heard was an evil laughter throughout the dancing ceremony. No one seemed to notice; they were busy with the activities being place. She tried to speak to her father but her voice was being clogged. Not even a squeak was heard. She tried to speak louder but nothing would suffice.
The evil laughter grew louder and an ominous fog began to cover the outside cover as the audience began to laugh with joy. A crash of a fallen glass was heard. Then a sudden crash of the chandelier came to be heard. Women's voices were now heard and the men grabbed the children into a protective embrace.
The contorted man came to the scene. His hair looked, as it was seaweed from a haunted swamp. His face looked as if died many years ago. His fingers had a bony looked to them. They were decrepit. He should've died many years ago.
He soon disappeared with a smiled and appeared behind her. His cold breaths trailed down her spine as he forebodes his sudden mischief into what he was planning.
"Your era is now dead"
Women and children began scream with terror as the rebellions came marching, marching, and marching in. They brought fire in and burned the royal pictures, all except for one. Bedlam was released as the eerie man came back to sight. He laughed as he stated once more
"Your era is now dead!"
Instantaneously her grandmother grabbed her hand and her voice was heard, "Come with me dear," as the hid away from the chaos and confusion. They hid behind a door as the soldiers marched in. The cook's son whispered to the queen and showed them a new passage way to an escape.
"Here! follow me princess,"
He said with a smile as he held his hand towards her. She hurried and grabbed her brand new present and followed the boy. They ran out of the cache and ran to the fast piling train. The grandmother ran up the stairs as the train began to take off.
"Come grab my hand!"
"MaMa! I can't reach!
And the girl fell as she reached for the far reach for her grandmother. Hitting her head, she fell to the merciless floor. Tears filled tears as her eyes couldn't stay open any longer.
"MISAK!"