Disclamier: Only a few carries are the works of my Mind xD! - Most are from the most wonderful game, "skies of arcadia"
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Flash of light. Darkness. What had just happened? – The over whelming sensation of free fall, the swimming motion of the head.
The young girl shook her head, Auburn hair flying into her face; sitting up slighting her eyes flew open, revealing strange yellow pupils. – Breathing in lungs full of fresh air, her eyes darted across the room. Taking in the marble floor, and timeless art around her, the people in the room. Gawking at the art, at her.
After a moment of stressed thought. She realized where she sat; the floor of the imperial palace. The center of the city of Valua.
Trying to collect her thoughts still. The girl jumped onto her two feet. Wobbling slightly, and then straightening out; she eyed her cloths over with a frown. – The assembled crowed watching her like hawks.
A Pair of blue trousers accented by a black blouse, dirty, wrinkled and smudged; the girl sniffed in protest. – Her hands quickly darted into her trousers pocket; pulling out a blue ribbon she pulled her wavy auburn hair out of her face.
The eyes that had been watching her were slowly pulling away. – The art proving more interest then the girl.
The girl shook her head again, as a Valuan solider slowly made his way through the crowded gathered that day.
"Miss.." He muttered, clearly this was the last thing he wanted to do on his list.
The girl blinked. "Yes, is there anything I could help you with?" She raised an eyebrow in question.
The man nodded, "What is your business here.. Miss?"
"Tiffany." She nodded. "I'm not positive why I'm here.. I can't remember.."
He sighed. "Miss Tiffany. I may have to ask you to leave.."
"Not before I get some questions answered.." Tiffany pressed on.
"Miss.."
"Why are all these people here? Rather busy for a normal day no?"
The solider wordlessly pointed towards the other end of the room. A massive chair, the throne of Valua sat in all its magnificence. – Tiffany's eyes slowly followed his hand. Taking in a breath as she looked the other end of the massive room over; a young boy slouched over the left arm of the throne.
Limp. Like a rag doll. The young prince Enrique dressed in his trademark purple, now stained with his own blood.
His blonde haired ruffled underneath his hat; off centered.
Tiffany's gaze was finally pulled away by the cough of the solider.
"Miss.."
"I didn't do that.." Tiffany said shaking her head; eyes brimmed with tears.
"I'm a Valuan through and through…"
The man sighed deeply. "Then why we're you on the floor here this morning?"
Shrugging he walked back towards his post at the door. Chatting with his fellow soldiers on the way.
The room regained its eerie feeling again, this time however Tiffany understood it.
However paid little attention to the pointing, whispering and gawking that was going on.
Too busy trying to recall the past weeks events..
The past days events..
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The next hours seemed to pass slowly then usual.
The entire city of Valua was in a state of mourning, only to be broken by the service to be held in the next couple of days.
Many people we're too attend.
One in particular to mention was the pirate; Vyse.
Captain of his ship. An idol to all the inspiring blue rouges in Valua.
Little to none questioned this move made by the Valuan authorities.
Enrique being close friends with Vyse and his shipmates,
it seemed only appropriate that he was too attended.
However Tiffany. Was too busy mulling over the scene today to really notice the quiet hurry of the city.
She was staying in an Inn across the street, Even though this area of Valua was considered 'higher' class. The Inn's we're poorly made. And beds overstuffed.
The room had little to no interesting pieces of art or anything.
A small bed, lamp, and table we're all that the room could hold.
As the clock outside her room quietly chimed midnight Tiffany walked over and shut the Lamp off.
Tomorrow was proving to be a busy day.