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Crystal Teardrops

Kira took another faithful step up the stairs, not far from her point of almost-suicide. The billowing morning wind flushed in, which brought forth indescribable feelings of anguish and sorrow. The feeling, blending so well together, was so forbidding, spiteful, and incredibly grave, it sent her uncontrollably screaming, until it slightly relieved and left her sobbing on the castle floor. The owl, flew rambunctiously in baffled confusion, squealing at the weeping creature below him.

Her tears glowed with terror, at the beckoning force blowing in the wind. The nightmarish winds spoke to her, screaming her name. She took every ounce of her strength left and tried to push herself off the ground, unmercifully failing. Suddenly a voice began towering over the rest, and only because she could recognized it.

"Jalen!" Her tears ceased as the other voices were swept away in the presence of love, and superiority.

"Kira, help me...I-I'm scared, Kira..." His voice sounded tormented, and thrived upon.

Another voice then dominated even his. "Goodnight child, you may see your brother in hell."

"W-wait! Don't kill him! Please, don't!" Her eyes began to water once again. "Just let him go!"

"Hah hah, now why would I let you know what I do or not? The pain of the curiosity pleasures me nicely. Farewell...for now." He laughed at her, while his voice faded along with the horror of the pain stricken wind.

She rose. "That hellion, I shall kill him if I get the chance!" The tears refused to stop falling from her face, even in hate. She turned, and distastefully continued her way up the many flights of stairs that ran back and forth while scaling upwards, with her owl following her. The wind almost now seemed like it had blown her way but years ago, in a dream. It had become vague.

Kira spoke in the recollection of hate to the owl as though he would respond back. "How dare he! I have done nothing! My brother is here somewhere and I don't even know if he will live or die to that-that beast! Who was that anyway!" She turned her head to the owl, and sighed. Her anger almost seemed strained, as though it was a trait unnatural to her. It once again cooed, placing even the smallest bit of ease into her blood that had run cold. Another tear fell from her face, and she fell onto a small round platform separating two staircases, "I cry too much don't I? But he is my brother, a-and I lost him. H-he's here somewhere...I know it, he's alive. I can feel his heart beating." It acted as a therapy talking to the owl perched in front of her. She decided to change the subject for the time being, looking for a little reassurance, seeing being angry was only stressing her more, "Hmm, I am assuming you will be staying with me for a while?" It cooed, in which they both took as "yes."

"Thank you, once again. I suppose I shall name you then. Aria? Do you like that name?"

Aria cooed, in a compromising tone, but not especially pleased.

"Ok then, Aria it is."

She had decided to let her brother's memory scar her mind so that it would forever be implemented there, but not insisting on being constantly thought of. Enough to be there eternally, but not but not so that it drive her to insanity. She almost felt guiltiness in this, but still reminded herself that if she went insane, she would never find him undoubtedly. The owl, somehow, gave her strength once again, to do this and rise, and again, begin her way up.

"We came here for no intentions other than innocent adventure, actually." This was the beginning of her story, which she felt needed to be told to her one-and-only friend with her, or else it would only simmer inside her. Her regret tempted her not to speak anymore, but her conscious urged her to go on. "But we didn't know...that this was a place of such monstrosity. We thought nothing of it as we came to the front gate. We naively walked through the gate, when the first hint of evil struck. The door slammed shut behind us, and with no turning back, we just cowardly brushed it off, and continued. It seemed so empty, so desolate. We walked for what seemed like half a mile, him right behind me, until...I looked behind me and he- he was just... gone." She felt her hair on her shoulder twitch in the breeze, and then she realized. Her blood ran cold again. She broke from her soul-shattering story, and ran as fast as she could up the rest of the stairs. On her way she began screaming, in fear of another episode with the wind. She came to the closest door and slammed it shut as soon as Aria caught up.

"C-coo?" Aria perched on her shoulder as she rested her back on the door and slid down.

"I hate this place! I lost Jalen here, lost all hope, been stricken by the fist of hell, and have lost everything else." She shut her eyes in her fatigue and pain. It had been but only minutes since she had awoke, but it seemed like days. In the over-flow of emotions, she had almost forgot what control was. Every emotion...confused and perplexed, gave up, and her nothingness took over. The nothingness that seemed like the last bit of hope.

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In the distance, the front gate opens for Maria.