Ch8: Mystery
Over and over played the dreams. Every time, that haunting voice struck through them both, slicing through the darkness.
Everytime, Moegi and Marlinda woke up from the dream at the exact same time.
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Wind swept through her hair as Tiria gazed out beyond The Angel's Tear. The crow's nest had an excellent view, but she was looking for a clue...
Anything.
Anything at all.
Anything besides that blood red bird flying beside the ship.
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He left about an hour ago. He left her with new scars. He left her with pain.
Now she was strapped, so tight she couldnt even breathe.
Suddenly, the red bird flew away, out the window.
WINDOW?!?!
There was a window?
Marlinda fidgeted. Her black hair was a mess. She hardly looked like a person, much less a royal princess. Her outfit....wasn't to be called an outfit anymore. She was a wreck.
And when Galcian had taked a picture of her, she wanted to punch his lights out.
Her eyes dropped.
Mommy...
Please come save me.
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So the two lay down
and put themselves to sleep.
Time passed
yet it happened again
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This time it was a new dream.
Marlinda's scars were scabs. Her bright eyes were shining like like the Silver Moon. Instead of the dungeon, she was in a hallway. A hallway, she realized, inside her own home.
Then she realized it was a dream. For instance, she was wearing her royal gown, the pale yellow one with glitter all over the skirt, which fanned out from her waist whenever she spun around. Her long sleeves trailed down from her arms to her knees. And her hair was long again. Before she had decided to cut it short. It was silky smooth, and waist-length. Lights danced across the delicate strands. Even her small black slippers, the silken ones with the fabric bottom, were there.
This was a changed memory.
Her favorite dress, her favorite shoes, her favorite hairdo. But the scars.
She spread her arms out and looked at them. Pushing up the sleeves, she found the scars appearing like stars in a young night. The skin around them was pale, as usual, but the red scabs stood out. Suddenly, the scars began to bleed.
Horrified, Marlinda pushed her sleeves back down and ran down the hall. Her arms felt heavy, like she was trying to swim with her dress on. Her yellow sleeves turned red. She tripped.
As she fell, she passed a mirror. She screamed when she hit the floor, but not about the pain that made her bleed more consistently, but of her eyes. They were not green.
They were pitch black.
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For a four-year old, Marlinda was actually pretty mature. She scolded her mother when she accidentally dropped something, gave Daddy The Look when he forgot something. And there was no toddler accent like "I wan THIS one, Mommy! I WAN it! GIMME! She wan'ed me too come ova, Mommy, bwut I twold her no". It was all "Mommy! Don't you know that that is a GLASS platter? You always tell me to be careful, and now look at you! Hypocrite!". Of course, she was never grounded for calling Mommy a hypocrite; in fact, she was the center of attention because of her vocabulary.
Galcian is a wench. He is hell, he is Hades, he is EVIL.
EVIL EVIL EVIL.
He was a flithy liar who lied to his own queen, and a *CENSORED* to top it off.
Marlinda, the little girl who's royal outfit was her yellow gown and her adventure outfit her "Aika" oufit, the little girl who had brains, the little girl who had the only bookshelf in all of Arcadia, Marlinda was finally beginning to firgure out how to get out of this dungeon.
But what does that dream mean?
(AN: Sorry this is so short. I just had that awesome ending to the chapter, and I couldn't let it go.. See ya! Don't forget to review!)
Over and over played the dreams. Every time, that haunting voice struck through them both, slicing through the darkness.
Everytime, Moegi and Marlinda woke up from the dream at the exact same time.
!*^!*^!*^!*^!*^!*^!*^!*^!*^!*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*~*^~*^!*^!*^!*^!*~^*^~*~^*~^*!^* !^*!^!^
Wind swept through her hair as Tiria gazed out beyond The Angel's Tear. The crow's nest had an excellent view, but she was looking for a clue...
Anything.
Anything at all.
Anything besides that blood red bird flying beside the ship.
~*^~*^~~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*~^*~^*~^*~^*^~*^~*^~
He left about an hour ago. He left her with new scars. He left her with pain.
Now she was strapped, so tight she couldnt even breathe.
Suddenly, the red bird flew away, out the window.
WINDOW?!?!
There was a window?
Marlinda fidgeted. Her black hair was a mess. She hardly looked like a person, much less a royal princess. Her outfit....wasn't to be called an outfit anymore. She was a wreck.
And when Galcian had taked a picture of her, she wanted to punch his lights out.
Her eyes dropped.
Mommy...
Please come save me.
~*^~*^~*^~*^~*~^*~^~*^~*^~*~^*~^*~^%~*^~*~^*^~*^~*~^~*^~*^~*^
So the two lay down
and put themselves to sleep.
Time passed
yet it happened again
!*^!*^!*^!*^!*^!*^!*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*~^!*^!*^!*^!*^!*^!*!^*^*^*^*^!*!^*! ^*!^*!^
This time it was a new dream.
Marlinda's scars were scabs. Her bright eyes were shining like like the Silver Moon. Instead of the dungeon, she was in a hallway. A hallway, she realized, inside her own home.
Then she realized it was a dream. For instance, she was wearing her royal gown, the pale yellow one with glitter all over the skirt, which fanned out from her waist whenever she spun around. Her long sleeves trailed down from her arms to her knees. And her hair was long again. Before she had decided to cut it short. It was silky smooth, and waist-length. Lights danced across the delicate strands. Even her small black slippers, the silken ones with the fabric bottom, were there.
This was a changed memory.
Her favorite dress, her favorite shoes, her favorite hairdo. But the scars.
She spread her arms out and looked at them. Pushing up the sleeves, she found the scars appearing like stars in a young night. The skin around them was pale, as usual, but the red scabs stood out. Suddenly, the scars began to bleed.
Horrified, Marlinda pushed her sleeves back down and ran down the hall. Her arms felt heavy, like she was trying to swim with her dress on. Her yellow sleeves turned red. She tripped.
As she fell, she passed a mirror. She screamed when she hit the floor, but not about the pain that made her bleed more consistently, but of her eyes. They were not green.
They were pitch black.
~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*~^*~^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~
For a four-year old, Marlinda was actually pretty mature. She scolded her mother when she accidentally dropped something, gave Daddy The Look when he forgot something. And there was no toddler accent like "I wan THIS one, Mommy! I WAN it! GIMME! She wan'ed me too come ova, Mommy, bwut I twold her no". It was all "Mommy! Don't you know that that is a GLASS platter? You always tell me to be careful, and now look at you! Hypocrite!". Of course, she was never grounded for calling Mommy a hypocrite; in fact, she was the center of attention because of her vocabulary.
Galcian is a wench. He is hell, he is Hades, he is EVIL.
EVIL EVIL EVIL.
He was a flithy liar who lied to his own queen, and a *CENSORED* to top it off.
Marlinda, the little girl who's royal outfit was her yellow gown and her adventure outfit her "Aika" oufit, the little girl who had brains, the little girl who had the only bookshelf in all of Arcadia, Marlinda was finally beginning to firgure out how to get out of this dungeon.
But what does that dream mean?
(AN: Sorry this is so short. I just had that awesome ending to the chapter, and I couldn't let it go.. See ya! Don't forget to review!)