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"Talking"
'Thoughts'
*My Notes*
Summary: The Dark Magician Girl. An Air headed Magical Princess who laughs at life, and is a happy being in the shadow realm. Am I correct?? Not a word of it. At least, the part that's true. Struggling through life's cruel game and facing all it's hardships, as an apprentice and long forgotten princess of a royal family of Magicians. Lovely, Isn't it? TO add to that, after she runs away from her apprenticeship with the Dark Magician, dark forces are after her. Will she run? Or will she fight? An Adventure lies straight ahead, though the direction it goes lies all to her.
An: Lets go on to da 2nd Chappie, k??
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The dark magician girl looked down on the ground, and her legs gave away as she found herself on her knees, wallowing in self-doubt. A few strands of her golden hair from both sides fell from her head to the front of her hair, slightly covering a small portion of her face.
"Better." She whispered bitterly, sighing roughly not long afterwards.
'Better.' She took a closed fist and slammed it towards the ground, but rather firmly than menacingly.
Her eyes held uncried tears from long ago, and they'd be left that way.
She wouldn't cry. She forgot how to cry a long time ago, when she was little. She wouldn't be able to even if she could because she would force herself not to. Instead, she just closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and stood up.
She slowly muttered an enchantment to herself healing the gash in her leg, realizing something, and then putting on a half scoff, half smile.
' Can't believe I'm moping about this...this word. Have I really become so .permissive? Well...who says I can't mope? Not like there's anyone to stop me. ' She pouted before reaching the thought that she was being so...childlike.
She sighed once again to herself. She was a child. Well, a teenager anyways. And she should be able to act like one. Like she used to, ya know, Carefree and Fun. Not all mopy and the "I can take anything seriously and will."
'Do I miss being me?' She pondered before rolling her eyes and standing up.
She couldn't really take it much. This charade. She couldn't believe how well the Dark Magician could though, and he was like maybe only five years older than her- though he did seem much older with the forever wisdom and all.
She hated acting so grown up. So...not her. But she didn't have much of an option. And even if she could be herself, it wouldn't be the same because of a certain tragedy. One that had scarred her for life.
" Toughen up."
She ordered firmly to herself while frowning a bit.
The bloody gash had become nothing more than a white scar. She went into the house, but then a sudden gust of wind flew by her, tripping her at the entrance. She tripped and fell, and mentally kicked herself for having doing so.
For, once she had gotten up, she found out that the Dark Magician had not been the only presence here. She saw Dark Witch, smirking, and looking quite smug on the couch.
The Dark Magician Girl glared at her, and then there was a pause.
" Hi..."
She said hesitantly with a small form of ice hanging on these words, before looking at the Dark Magician seeing if there could be an answer to why she was here. She found none. Just a blank gaze right back into her eyes, which frightened her somehow as she looked away quickly, and before realizing it, blurted out
" What are you doing here?" Her head tilting to the side and her eyes rudely questioning, before she covered her mouth.
OK...I don't expect reviews, but they would be nice..^__^
"Talking"
'Thoughts'
*My Notes*
Summary: The Dark Magician Girl. An Air headed Magical Princess who laughs at life, and is a happy being in the shadow realm. Am I correct?? Not a word of it. At least, the part that's true. Struggling through life's cruel game and facing all it's hardships, as an apprentice and long forgotten princess of a royal family of Magicians. Lovely, Isn't it? TO add to that, after she runs away from her apprenticeship with the Dark Magician, dark forces are after her. Will she run? Or will she fight? An Adventure lies straight ahead, though the direction it goes lies all to her.
An: Lets go on to da 2nd Chappie, k??
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The dark magician girl looked down on the ground, and her legs gave away as she found herself on her knees, wallowing in self-doubt. A few strands of her golden hair from both sides fell from her head to the front of her hair, slightly covering a small portion of her face.
"Better." She whispered bitterly, sighing roughly not long afterwards.
'Better.' She took a closed fist and slammed it towards the ground, but rather firmly than menacingly.
Her eyes held uncried tears from long ago, and they'd be left that way.
She wouldn't cry. She forgot how to cry a long time ago, when she was little. She wouldn't be able to even if she could because she would force herself not to. Instead, she just closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and stood up.
She slowly muttered an enchantment to herself healing the gash in her leg, realizing something, and then putting on a half scoff, half smile.
' Can't believe I'm moping about this...this word. Have I really become so .permissive? Well...who says I can't mope? Not like there's anyone to stop me. ' She pouted before reaching the thought that she was being so...childlike.
She sighed once again to herself. She was a child. Well, a teenager anyways. And she should be able to act like one. Like she used to, ya know, Carefree and Fun. Not all mopy and the "I can take anything seriously and will."
'Do I miss being me?' She pondered before rolling her eyes and standing up.
She couldn't really take it much. This charade. She couldn't believe how well the Dark Magician could though, and he was like maybe only five years older than her- though he did seem much older with the forever wisdom and all.
She hated acting so grown up. So...not her. But she didn't have much of an option. And even if she could be herself, it wouldn't be the same because of a certain tragedy. One that had scarred her for life.
" Toughen up."
She ordered firmly to herself while frowning a bit.
The bloody gash had become nothing more than a white scar. She went into the house, but then a sudden gust of wind flew by her, tripping her at the entrance. She tripped and fell, and mentally kicked herself for having doing so.
For, once she had gotten up, she found out that the Dark Magician had not been the only presence here. She saw Dark Witch, smirking, and looking quite smug on the couch.
The Dark Magician Girl glared at her, and then there was a pause.
" Hi..."
She said hesitantly with a small form of ice hanging on these words, before looking at the Dark Magician seeing if there could be an answer to why she was here. She found none. Just a blank gaze right back into her eyes, which frightened her somehow as she looked away quickly, and before realizing it, blurted out
" What are you doing here?" Her head tilting to the side and her eyes rudely questioning, before she covered her mouth.
OK...I don't expect reviews, but they would be nice..^__^