Light. Outside, the world was full of light. Cheryl watched from the window as seagulls flew high in the sky, white blips against the haunting blue expanse. There were no clouds—only that endless blue. It stretched on endlessly, meeting that of the ocean. In her lap, the young girl doodled, drawing square birds and dotting their eyes.

"It's nice to finally have some days off," Harry said from the driver's seat, younger, wearing a loose Hawaiian shirt, his glasses just slightly off-kilter. Cheryl glanced from him to the woman in the passenger seat, but she could hardly see her. She saw the side of her face and the blonde hair creeping down it; she saw the mouth move but could not hear the words. Harry laughed.

~The Whimsical Adventures of Princess Heart!~

Episode 14: Clash Against the Queen!

"Heather—wake up."

She stirred, her eyes fluttering open to the hazy morning light. Alessa stood over, a hand placed on her shoulder; she shook her lightly once more. "We're here."

Heather sat up straight and briefly looked around the bus. Aside from her and Alessa, it was empty. The driver looked on at them expectantly, gruff, his face wrinkled and coarse. "It's time to go," Alessa said gently, and Heather rose and followed her to the front of the bus. "Thank you," Alessa said to the driver, and he nodded curtly. He and Heather locked gazes for a moment before she stepped onto the asphalt outside. The two girls turned to watch the door shut and the bus drive off into the gray distance.

Heather slid her hands into the brown leather jacket zipped around her and let out a deep breath. "It's cold," she said, her hair strained and dark against the mist. Alessa was quiet, peering off across the road into the deep forestry on the other side, watching the moving shadows within.

"Come on," she said, walking out from under the tarpaulin of the bus stop. "There should be a gas station not too far from here." Heather slung her travel bag over her shoulder and followed, eyeing the light fog and tall, foreboding trees warily.

"Couldn't we have just gone straight there?" she asked. "This all seems like a big waste of time."

"We could have," Alessa answered, "but I thought you could have used some rest. Of course, using our powers is going to draw attention, and I'd like to prolong that as long as possible."

"Sure. I guess so."

They trekked on. Arthur hovered by Alessa's head, buzzing. "I don't sense anything," he said. "They're not following us."

"They will be soon," Alessa said. She nodded towards a building slowly coming into view. "Do you see that, Heather? We'll stop for a minute."

They made their way through the vacant parking lot and into the store, which a rickety neon sign upon the window proclaimed open. Inside, the aisles were crammed with bags of potato chips and candies. A radio behind the front counter played an old country song, occasionally degenerating into static. The man behind the counter watched the two girls lace through the aisles with a crooked grin, his eyes only slightly the same. He tipped his ratty cap and chuckled.

"It's rare to see customers," he said, smoothening out his shirt, "especially some so proper."

"Really?" Alessa asked, glancing at him. "Well, we're not staying long."

"No problem," he said, smirking. "You just tell me if you need anything. Name's Curtis."

"Will do, Curtis," she said, and turned to Heather. "Do you need anything? We're leaving quickly."

"Let me just use the bathroom," Heather said and headed off to the back of the store. Alessa shrugged and pointed towards the burritos on the counter.

"I suppose I'll take one of those."

"Take as many as you want," Curtis said, his sloppy grin growing every wider.

Inside the restroom, Heather immediately buckled before the toilet and puked, vomiting wads of bile into the water. She gagged, coughing, and stood up shakily, wiping her chin.

"Princess!" Selina cried. "Princess, are you all right?"

"Yeah," she muttered, leaning against the sink and staring at the tired face in the mirror. She ran the faucet, the water shooting out in fragments, and splashed her face. "Yeah, I'm okay," she said, patting her cheeks and rubbing her eyes.

"Maybe you're not in the best condition—"

"I'm fine," Heather cracked, glaring at the fairy. Her expression softened. "I'm fine, really. Don't worry."

Selina stared at her uncertainly, about to say something else when Heather's cell phone beeped. She drew it from her pocket and flipped out the screen.

hey bitch wanna get breakfast? you better not be sleepin still :E

"It's from Eileen," said Heather, smiling. She closed the phone and tucked it away.

"You're not going to respond?"

"She doesn't need to know what's happening," the girl replied. "Her and Townshend and the rest don't need to be involved this. It's just too dangerous."

"Maybe this is too dangerous," Selina said. "Maybe—"

"Selina," Heather cut her off, "Alessa and I are all there is. We're the only ones able to fight. If we're not enough—if this really is too much for us—then we're screwed. There's no getting around it." She offered the fairy a weak smile. "It'll be okay. We'll rescue all your friends, and you'll be able to go back to your own world. Now come on."

Heather walked out, Selina hiding herself in her pocket, and found Alessa leaning against the door, waiting. "Are you ready?" she asked.

Heather nodded and joined her, but Curtis spoke up.

"Now hold on," he said, stroking his chin, still grinning. "Just where are you two girls headed off to, anyway? There's nothing out here in the backwoods."

Alessa looked to him, contemplative, and replied, "Silent Hill. We're going to Silent Hill."

Curtis' brow went up, and he chuckled. "Silent Hill, huh? That place is practically a ghost town, I've heard."

"We're just making a visit to some family," she told him. "Nothing more than that."

"So you two are sisters?"

"Cousins," Heather responded awkwardly, trying a smile. "We, uh, haven't seen each other in a while, so—we figured we'd go together, catch up on the way—you know."

"Yeah," Curtis said, "yeah, I know. Well, anyway, I won't keep you here any more than you need to be."

"Thank you," said Alessa, raising the burrito, and she left, followed by Heather. Curtis watched them through the window as they continued up the road, void of a car or a lot of luggage. He snickered.

"You're bad liars, little princesses."

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Twin orbs of light hovered high in the air, one a bright pink and the other a deep red. They slowly descended through the haze, and Heather and Alessa emerged from the gray, their fairies twirling about their heads. Before them, the mist grew into thick, suffocating fog. A large sign to their right, its paint chipping, proclaimed "Welcome to Silent Hill."

"So we're finally here," Heather said, glancing from the sign to the fog ahead. "It's really heavy. This place must be just as fucked as you said it was."

"If we proceed any further using our powers," Alessa said, "then we may as well be swinging giant red flags at them. The demonic power caking this whole area is very intense; you might feel lightheaded or nauseated. It's normal."

"I've felt like that all day, anyway," Heather said quietly, smirking. "How can it get any worse?"

Alessa stared at her, saying nothing, before she gestured towards Heather's pocket. "Your cell phone won't be much good here, either. All technology is useless now."

Heather raised her phone and frowned at the lack of signal. "I guess it'll just stop working once we get deeper in." She sighed and looked up, scowling. "I thought it was cold before, but—is that snow?"

Falling lightly towards them, just barely visible against the gray sky, were snowflakes. Alessa caught one in her palm and watched it melt. "Like I told you, the town is virtually cut off from the rest of the world—in fact, it's almost somewhere else entirely. Snow in the spring, for example."

"Can't you feel it?" Arthur asked, buzzing around Alessa's head. "I can smell 'em from a mile away. Demons are crawling over this place."

"Yes," Selina murmured. "Yes, but it feels even worse than I was last here. Something's wrong."

"The Order's plans accelerated once they acquired the Seal of Metatron," Alessa said. "It's no surprise the town is getting worse. Even the fog has already spread onto the highway."

The girls began their trek into the town, keeping to the main road, eyeing each building as it loomed ominously over them. "What happened to all the people?" Heather asked. "Is this because of the demons?"

"Most left," Alessa answered. "Things got out of hand. The only ones who remained were those loyal to the Order—and even then, most of those are gone forever, now."

"Shit," Heather said. "Sounds rough."

"They think they're worshipping a benevolent god," Alessa said, "but that's the farthest thing from the truth. What she's done is unforgivable."

"She?"

Alessa turned to Heather, her expression grave. "The leader of the Order—the one who murdered your father. She controls the demons. She's not like the others."

Heather furrowed her brow. "And she's here?"

Alessa nodded. "Yes. I don't doubt she already knows we're here."

"Then where's the welcoming party?" queried Heather. "I don't think she'd just let us waltz on up, would she?"

Alessa squinted into the fog, glimpsing dark figures roaming about. "I think you spoke too soon," she said, backing away.

"You're right," Heather said, dropping her bag as creatures began to emerge, from strange, humanoid abominations to bestial, raving monsters. Tall, lanky demons, their arms like clubs, lurched over the others, and flying beasts screeched and flew in wide arcs over their heads.

"Finally," said Heather darkly, "something I can sink my teeth into."

"Just try to keep up," Alessa said, her lips twisting in a rare smile, and the girls sprang into action.

"Heart power!"

"Transform!"

Alessa struck first, crimson light vanishing around her, her rapier moving like lightning, a trail of rose petals chasing it. Heather swung out with her Heart Rod, pink and glittering, crushing the demons in her path. The monsters advanced, their numbers increasing—for each demon slain, two more appeared to continue its fight.

"They're really pulling out all the stops!" Heather cried, her yellow lasers tearing through a swath of Gum Heads. Across from her, Alessa spun through swings and swipes, gracefully avoid each attack and returning one of her own; her whip lashed out, severing a head; her rapier flashed, removing an arm.

"You're just going to have to hang on!" she cried back, lobbing a rose into the crowd and detonating it in a fierce explosion.

"That's easier said than done!" Heather responded, spinning out of an attack before driving her fist through a demon's head. "There's just no end to these things!" She skipped back into something soft and blubbery; she squealed as the Insane Cancer tightened its arms around her, enveloping her with its girth—it suddenly fell apart, its flesh and blood spilling around her.

"Come on!" Alessa yelled, flicking her blade clean, as she grabbed Heather's arm. They rose into the air, escaping the foray.

"Suck my balls!" Heather shouted, shooting into the crowd. "Heather beam, bitches!"

The flying demons swarmed them, surrounding them in a funnel. "Let's land on that roof!" Alessa cried, cutting her way through to a nearby building. They touched down, killing what creatures they could on the way down, but the roof was soon flooded with more demons.

"They just don't give up, do they?" Heather said, backing up against Alessa as the two faced the oncoming enemies.

"They can't stand our smell," Alessa said, brandishing her rapier. "It's both wonderful and horrible to them at the same time."

"That's a pleasant thought." Heather raised the Heart Rod, grimacing, prepared for another round, when an air siren sounded, piercing the air. The demons all stopped, freezing, and then turned towards the noise.

"What's that?" asked Heather, breathless. "Why aren't they attacking?"

"They're being called off," Alessa replied, following the direction of the siren. Slowly the demons trailed off and slunk back into the fog, and, far into the distance, something shone brilliantly.

"A church?" Heather wondered aloud, squinting at the bright light far-off. "There's no fog over there."

The siren stopped, allowing the deathly silence to resume its reign. "She's waiting for us," Alessa said. "We can no longer turn back."

"I wasn't going to," Heather said, a sphere of pink light surrounding her. "Let's go."

They took flight, hopping from building to building, wary of the dead sky around them. "This town was once a beautiful place," Alessa said as they soared onwards to the church. "You'll have to take my word for it."

"No," replied Heather, "no, I believe you. I came here when I was very little." They landed on the short dirt path leading to the magnificent building; it was a large, daunting structure, bathed in gorgeous light. Beyond it, the waters of the nearby lake shimmered. Flowers scaled off to their sides, unwavering and still. Heather's uniform dissipated, and she took in the sight with a long sigh.

"It's one of the only things I remember about my mom," she said. "I don't remember much about the trip, but—I know she was with us."

"I'm surprised," Alessa said, her tone reflective, her own uniform disappearing, "surprised that they didn't try to come after you."

Heather turned to her, silent, and Alessa mustered a light smile. "I'm sorry I brought you here, Heather. I wish we had more time."

Heather shook her head. "No, it's okay. I mean, with Dad gone, what else am I going to do? There's nothing left for me back there."

Alessa opened her mouth to speak but decided against it. "Arthur," she said instead, "what do you sense in there?"

"I don't sense anything," he said, flying closer to the church. "That's what's so weird. The rest of the place is real hot, but this church—it's cold."

"Princess," Selina whispered, shuddering near Heather's ear. "I think we should leave. We shouldn't go in."

"Don't be ridiculous," Heather said, glancing at her. "Besides, we can't leave. I don't have any other options left except for this."

"I just have this feeling," the fairy said. "I know that I can be a nag—I'm sorry—but—"

"It'll be fine," Heather said, this time more severely. "We'll be okay." She sent Alessa a nod. "Alright. I'm ready."

Alessa nodded back and opened the wide, wooden doors, revealing an expansive cathedral lined with stained-glass windows. An inscribed cross hung from the ceiling, bearing down upon the altar and pews. They entered, but Heather stopped and grasped her stomach, wincing.

"Are you all right?" Alessa inquired, turning back; the other girl nodded despite herself.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm fine."

Alessa pointed towards the back of the cathedral. "We need to head further in. There's something—something big waiting for us."

"Yeah," Heather said, "I feel it, too. It's like it's—like it's calling me, or something like that."

"Feel what?" Arthur asked. "I don't sense a thing."

They continued on, working through a series of hallways and corridors before finally stepping into a sun-steeped chamber of glass. It was an atrium, huge and cavernous, dominated by a massive tree in the center. Plants and vegetation of all colors and sizes lined the room. Birds circled the ceiling, chirping peacefully.

"This isn't quite what I was expecting," Heather commented dryly. "I didn't think the Order was interested in gardening."

"We are an eclectic group," echoed a woman's voice throughout the atrium. "In fact, you'd most likely be surprised to find we aren't so different."

Heather and Alessa tensed; across from them, a woman approached, dressed in a simple white dress. Her blonde hair curled around her neck. "Welcome," she greeted gently.

"You," Heather growled, stepping forward. "Are you the one? Did you—" She stopped, staring at the woman's face. "You're—you—"

The woman smiled. "So I see Harry was only half-right. You do remember me, Cheryl."

"What was that?" she demanded. "How do you know my name?"

"How wouldn't I know?" the woman asked. "I'm your mother, after all. I gave birth to you—to both of you."

Heather backed away, stunned. "That's not possible," she muttered. "You can't be—you can't be my mother, and—and Alessa—"

Alessa was silent, never removing her eyes from the woman.

"So Alessa didn't tell you," she said. "I can understand why. Meeting your twin sister after so many years must have been a shock."

"I don't get it," Heather said. "How—"

"I was the defective copy," Alessa said, looking to Heather. "I didn't have what it took."

"It was not your fault," the woman said. "Only one can be the mother of God." She turned to Heather, smiling. "And it was you, Cheryl—it was always you. Harry was very kind to me, very kind to you—but he separated us. He kept us apart."

"Don't listen to her, Heather," Alessa said. "Your father protected you. He—"

"Harry was ignorant of your true destiny, Cheryl. He had—"

"That's enough!" Heather screamed, trembling. "Just shut up—both of you just shut up!" She raised her head to the woman, eyes burning with fire, fists clenched. "I've spent so much time wondering—so much time dreaming of my mother! I always, always hoped I'd get to see her some day, to talk to her, to get to know her! You have no idea.

"But—but now I realize that was always just a dream! You might be my mom—Alessa might be my sister—but, personally, I just don't give a shit anymore! You killed my dad! And you have the gall to talk shit about him now! How dare you! How fucking dare you! You're nothing but trash! You're just another fucking loony-tunes bitch who deserves to die!"

The woman laughed, sighing. "You're so angry, so full of hatred. You must want to kill me."

"Worse than that," Heather spat. "I want to make you suffer. I want to make you wish you'd never been fucking born!"

"Then do it," the woman said, spreading apart her arms. "Come and kill me." Black liquid poured from her arms and over her hands, staining her sleeves and running to the floor. It seeped into the soil of the gigantic tree, coursing over and under the roots. "My name is Dahlia, by the way," she said.

"Dahlia," Heather repeated, grinning devilishly. "Good. Good, I'm glad I know."

"Heather," Alessa said, glancing at her as the room darkened. "Heather, you—"

"This is why I came here, Alessa," Heather said. "I didn't come here to save the world or anything like that. I came here to kill this bitch."

Dahlia laughed, raising her arms to the spectacle before them. The glass walls grew grimy and dark; the vegetation around them withered and died. The marble beneath their feet cracked and disintegrated, revealing rusted grating over a giant, spinning fan underneath.

The tree began to shake, its bark breaking apart, replaced by pulsing, red flesh. The tree began to rise, its roots unhinging, morphing into long, hideous arms. The branches transfigured into chains, suspending the massive creature that finally showed itself. A head, swollen, appeared. Its maw, a black, drenched flap, opened in a roar. Pulsating sacs of meat descended, surrounding it, their weight keeping the monstrosity in the air.

"Sepulcher," Dahlia whispered, smiling.

"It's enormous," Alessa murmured, but Heather clicked her tongue.

"Who cares," she said, raising the pocket mirror. "I'm going to kill it, no matter how big it is! Heart power!"

"I suppose there's no other way," Alessa said, throwing up her bracelet. "Transform!"

Heather was already rushing forward, Heart Rod in hand, yelling at the top of her lungs. With a single smash, however, the Sepulcher sent the room shuddering and broke her advance.

"You're just a big turd!" she exclaimed. "Take this! Heather beam!" She charged her lasers and fired, but they hardly scratched the demon's hide; it retaliated with a powerful swipe, launching Heather straight across the arena.

"Don't be so reckless!" Alessa cried, avoiding a swipe and throwing a rose into the demon's face. It exploded, momentarily stunning the beast. "If you run in blindly, you'll die!"

"I don't need you to tell me how to fight!" Heather yelled. "I'm not going to die! I'm going to tear this thing apart!"

"Calm down!" Alessa jumped away, dodging another attack. "We can't fight it like this—we need to bring it down! Heather!"

"Those chains! Hit the chains!" Heather's eyes alit and fired, her lasers burning through the chains suspending one of the sacs. The Sepulcher roared and thrashed out, slamming Heather against the wall.

"You're right!" Alessa shouted, ducking under a limb and throwing another rose. It blew apart one of the chains, and the respective sac collapsed to the floor. She quickly leapt onto the monster's arm and then hopped off, slashing through another chain. The Sepulcher lurched and crashed to the floor, its giant torso nearly crushing her.

"There, now we can—" She screamed as the demon suddenly spun around on its hands, its mouth widening and spewing out a massive wad of black gunk. Alessa barely managed to cover her face as the liquid burnt and corroded her uniform; she fell to the floor, writhing and screaming.

"Alessa!" Arthur yelled, suddenly swatted away by the monster.

"No!" Heather cried, brandishing the Heart Rod. It glowed a vibrant pink, and she sent a large, glimmering heart flying at the demon, but it easily punched through the attack and pummeled Heather. She skidded across the grating and quickly sat up, wiping away the trail of blood leading from her lip. "Son of a bitch," she muttered, watching the Sepulcher advance towards her. "Come on, then! Bring it, you pile of shit!"

The monster roared and raised a fist, but an explosion disrupted its attack. Heather turned to see Alessa standing, charred but very much alive. "Heather!" she yelled, and the other girl nodded.

"Right!" She brandished the Heart Rod once again, pink spirals encircling its length. "Looks like your time's up! By the power of the heart and true love's light, I'm—" She gasped as sanguine vines coursed up her body, binding her in place. "What the hell?"

"No!" Alessa cried, watching the Sepulcher prepare for another strike. She leapt in the way, her rapier glowing, and lopped off the demon's hand. The appendage hit the floor, the end of the arm exploding in blood. "Are you all right?" she asked desperately, cutting Heather free. The other girl nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's—" She stopped short, gasping. "Look!" Alessa turned to find the demon's wound begin to clot and close. Tendons and vessels intermingled and formed a fresh hand, as if it had never been severed.

"It can regenerate?" Alessa thought aloud. Dahlia laughed.

"It's useless," she said. "Here in the realm of the demons, your power is insignificant."

"We can't win," Alessa murmured hopelessly, backing off as the titan of a beast made its way towards them, roaring. "It's unbeatable!"

"I don't believe that!" Heather exclaimed. "If it bleeds, it can die! Right? We can still do this!"

She charged, bellowing a thunderous battle cry, but with one swift movement, the Sepulcher grabbed her and pulled her into the air. "Heather!" Alessa cried, but she was quickly batted away.

"Let go!" shouted Heather, crying in pain as the creature tightened its grip.

"Princess!" Selina shrieked. The demon raised her high and then threw its arm down, slamming Heather into the floor. She flopped like a fish in its grasp, choking out blood. It brought her down again and again, each time more fervently than the last. "Stop it!" Selina yelled, flying into the demon's face only to be effortlessly swatted away into the distance.

"No!" Heather gasped, meeting the floor again. Her vision blurred, her mind racing and her heart drumming. She clutched at the Sepulcher's hand loosely with her own, vainly trying to lift it off. "I—I won't die, you—you fucktard!"

Nearby, Alessa rose to her feet, wounded and weary. "It's—it's no use," she said. "We can't do a thing."

"Alessa!" Arthur flew around her frantically. "We have to get out of here! It's going to kill us!"

"No," she breathed, looking towards Dahlia, who regarded Heather's predicament with tranquil amusement. "No, we can—we can win!" She sprinted off to the woman, rapier poised to thrust into her heart—but suddenly she froze in the middle of her leap, the dark vines tangling around her waist and anchoring her down.

Dahlia turned to her, smiling. "Is that your really best, Alessa?" she asked. "Poor girl. You really have failed to live up to expectations."

"Damn you!" Alessa struggled, the vines entrapping her.

"You had so much potential," Dahlia went on. "But you simply were not worthy. Why don't you join the rest of the defective trash?" She flung a hand out, and a giant spike of a vine erupted from the ground and impaled Alessa on the spot. The girl vomited out a mouthful of blood, dropping her rapier and seizing the vine weakly.

Heather watched from her place on the floor, pinned down by the Sepulcher. "Alessa!" she screamed. "No!"

Dahlia flicked her hand; the vine flailed and sent Alessa tumbling down. She rolled to a stop, her hair cascading over her face, her uniform vanishing in faded specks of red light. "Alessa!" Arthur flew down to her, horrified. "Alessa—"

"Arthur," she managed, her face pale and sweaty, her eyes bleary. "Arthur—you—you go with Heather—now—"

"Alessa—"

"Help—help her," Alessa spat, blood dribbling from her mouth. She fought to sit up but collapsed, her eyes growing glassy.

"Alessa!" the fairy yelled.

"No," Heather muttered, turning her attention back to the demon before her. "No—I'll kill you—I'll kill you—I'll kill you—I'll fucking kill you—I'LL KILL YOU!"

Bright white light enveloped her and exploded outward, obliterating half of the Sepulcher in the process. Dahlia watched with interest as Heather stood shakily, a shining aura surrounding her, her gloves and boots lined with gold and her headband a shimmering tiara. Long, angelic wings of light blossomed from her back.

The Sepulcher staggered forward, regenerating instantly, and made to attack. The Heart Rod flew to Heather's hand, morphing into a staff on its way, and with one deft swing, Heather annihilated the demon, a crescent of divine light destroying it and just barely missing Dahlia as it sheared through the atrium.

"So," Dahlia said, laughing, "this is the true power of Princess Heart. Incredible, Cheryl—this is the ultimate proof of your ascension. You are the mother of God!"

Dark vines rose to entrap her, but they withered and faded around Heather's aura. She disregarded Dahlia and turned to Alessa, whose body lay still, the crimson vines already wrapping themselves around her corpse.

Heather faced Dahlia, furious, and trained the staff upon her. "Are you ready?"

Dahlia laughed and shrugged. "But Cheryl—"

"Don't call me that!" Heather screamed. "Only my father can call me that! You're no mother to me—you're just a witch!"

"Fine, then," Dahlia said. "But you're making a mistake, Heather. I didn't kill Harry."

"What?"

Dahlia gestured to the side. "She did."

Heather turned and saw a girl walk out into view besides Dahlia. Her heart sank. "Claudia?" she murmured, her voice broken and fractured. She lowered the staff, unable to tear her eyes away.

"You murdered her father, Leonard," Dahlia said. "She wanted vengeance, and I gave it to her. You see, Heather, my dear daughter—Harry's death was a necessary sacrifice. The hatred it fostered has matured the blessed being inside you. God feasts upon your agony."

"Claudia, no." Heather fell to her knees, gasping as black vines encroached upon her skin.

"Even now your sorrow feeds Her," Dahlia proclaimed. "Give in to it, Heather. Surrender yourself to it!"

"No!" Heather cried, the white of her skin now red. The light around her fizzled out, her uniform disappearing, and she fell over onto her side, screaming in pain. She raised her head with difficultly and saw Claudia coldly staring down at her, her expression stony.

"The Seal of Metatron is useful only as a medium for your abilities," said Dahlia. "What I really need is you, Cheryl. You will birth God."

Heather struggled to remain conscious, the pain becoming unbearable. She saw Claudia's face, so full of repressed rage, and everything went dark.

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"It would appear Dahlia now has everything she needs," Margaret Holloway said, her cell phone against her ear at her office. "We need to move quickly."

"Don't worry," Kaufmann said on the other end. "I've taken the necessary steps."

"I certainly hope so," Margaret said. "We may not survive the coming days if she decides to come after us."

"She won't," replied Kaufmann confidently. "Dahlia's playing with fire, and she'll get burnt."

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Two miniscule orbs of light rose from the fog of Silent Hill, one yellow and the other violet. Selina and Arthur turned back towards the desolate town, watching as the mist below spread.

END EPISODE 14

With both Heather and Alessa out of commission, who is left to stand against Dahlia and her wicked scheme? As time runs out, the fog of Silent Hill grows thicker…

Next time on The Whimsical Adventures of Princess Heart!

"Episode 15: The Dwindling Light!"

The ritual will soon begin.

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