Disclaimer- I do not own Digimon. Don't sue.
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A.N. (whistles, trying to look innocent)
- Rose Silverstein
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Imperial Princess Part 11
"What the-?" Akane muttered. "Where am I?" She turned around to look behind her. There was nothing there. That's what there was. Nothing. Just darkness. Pitch black darkness. And in front of her, too. It was surrounding her. She had no clue which way was which. Every direction looked the same.
Something inside her head told her to run. To get out of there. She wanted to listen to that voice. But, which way led out?
She felt different somehow. Like she was . . . in another body. She looked down at herself. That was wierd . . . She still looked like a seven-year-old.
As if on cue, a mirror appeared infront of her. She looked at herself and bit down on her tongue to stifle a gasp.
A much older girl was in the mirror. Around thirteen.
She was wearing a black skirt which came just above her knees. It would've looked tight, but it didn't feel tight at all. Her top was also black with sleeves which would've, like the skirt, looked tight but felt loose. It had golden designs all over it with a few swirls of blue and purple in a few places, but mostly gold. Her black boots came almost up to her knees. They looked sort of like cowboy boots, but they weren't. They had the same golden designs, but no blue or purple. A thin golden chain hung around her neck with a bluish purple pendant. Her hair was much longer coming all the way down her back. Two strands fell around her face.
Akane looked at herself to see that she looked like her reflection now. Thirteen years old and everything.
She had some dangerous weapons, too. There was a knife attached to her right boot. She saw some kind of a small, rectangular box attached to her belt. She picked it up and noticed a button on it. When she pressed it, a blue lasor blade shot out of the end. "Woah," she muttered. Pressing the buttion again, made the blade go back inside. She attached the box back onto her belt. She somehow knew that there was a poisonous gas in the pendant.
There was something else attached to her belt. She felt it. It felt like smooth leather. Like a rope. A rope. Made of leather.
A whip.
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Rose- Yeah, yeah. I know, it's short! You know what? Tell me in the review.
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A.N. (whistles, trying to look innocent)
- Rose Silverstein
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Imperial Princess Part 11
"What the-?" Akane muttered. "Where am I?" She turned around to look behind her. There was nothing there. That's what there was. Nothing. Just darkness. Pitch black darkness. And in front of her, too. It was surrounding her. She had no clue which way was which. Every direction looked the same.
Something inside her head told her to run. To get out of there. She wanted to listen to that voice. But, which way led out?
She felt different somehow. Like she was . . . in another body. She looked down at herself. That was wierd . . . She still looked like a seven-year-old.
As if on cue, a mirror appeared infront of her. She looked at herself and bit down on her tongue to stifle a gasp.
A much older girl was in the mirror. Around thirteen.
She was wearing a black skirt which came just above her knees. It would've looked tight, but it didn't feel tight at all. Her top was also black with sleeves which would've, like the skirt, looked tight but felt loose. It had golden designs all over it with a few swirls of blue and purple in a few places, but mostly gold. Her black boots came almost up to her knees. They looked sort of like cowboy boots, but they weren't. They had the same golden designs, but no blue or purple. A thin golden chain hung around her neck with a bluish purple pendant. Her hair was much longer coming all the way down her back. Two strands fell around her face.
Akane looked at herself to see that she looked like her reflection now. Thirteen years old and everything.
She had some dangerous weapons, too. There was a knife attached to her right boot. She saw some kind of a small, rectangular box attached to her belt. She picked it up and noticed a button on it. When she pressed it, a blue lasor blade shot out of the end. "Woah," she muttered. Pressing the buttion again, made the blade go back inside. She attached the box back onto her belt. She somehow knew that there was a poisonous gas in the pendant.
There was something else attached to her belt. She felt it. It felt like smooth leather. Like a rope. A rope. Made of leather.
A whip.
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Rose- Yeah, yeah. I know, it's short! You know what? Tell me in the review.
