Thank you all for your support! I hope I've been doing you all proud!
Once again I do NOT own Marika Thompson's OC's. They belong to her and only her. I own any other OC's unless I state otherwise.
By the way I may include slight crossovers, so if any one wants a certain character or characters please PM, but it might not happen till the sequel. Yes I'm already planning a sequel that follows the original manga. ^^
I know, I know! Bad Author! But I couldn't help it~ ;p
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* '11214914, How can you ever understand anything about me? You had others there to support you and piece you back, but I didn't have anyone like that. I've been alone ever since 1315208518 died. And just as she was locked away isolated alone with no one to save her till that day; I will be alone till my own Prince comes to save me, but I know...I know that day will never come.'
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'Nalddias! Nalddias! Snap out of it!'
Nalddias snapped back to reality the black Ruhk flying around him in a worried manner. His friend flicking between a purple hue and a gray one.
He put on a false smile. "Sorry, sorry! What were we talking about again?" Veronia steamed into an annoyed red coloring beating at him with her wings.
'Silly Boy! Stop spacing out on us! We have a job to do! It's time for you...'
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Sinbad continued staring at the picture hanging on the wall. Something about it just caught his interest. It was a simple picture as if drawn by a child, but for some unknown reason the image brought a deep sadness and anger; an anger that scared him. That if not restrained would unleash itself and what he would do in that state he wasn't sure, but he couldn't let that happen.
He took one last look at the picture before turning back and joining the others.
The picture was small and simple with a blue sky and yellow sun some green bushes with red and pink flowers and two figures smiling while holding hands. In the picture the taller one had black for their color eyes with a bit of green and white hair...a pocket watch hanging on their neck...
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Ja'far lied on the ground unconscious trapped witching her own mind. Over her was a shadow. The shadow itself was not dangerous, but what it was cable of doing was. It grinned sending shivers down the girls spine even though she was not conscious to see it. A shadowed hand reached down to caress Ja'fars slumbering face.
"Poor, poor Jamaerah. All alone with no one left to protect you anymore. No one to save you from your cage this time around." Her hand passed through Ja'far. Her from widened further.
She leaned down and whispered, "Let's put those extraordinary gifts of yours use, ne?" She laughed.
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The gentle sound of mock laughter reached his ears. Sinbad turned around the others stopping even he did.
"Sinbad?" Hinahoho asked calling out to their leader. Sinbad walked back the direction they came from the rest following along.
"Come, come this way little King. Your precious Queen is this way~"
Sinbad's eyes narrowed, but he followed the radiant figure either way. They took many turns and walked into many strange rooms some with upside down staircases some with no light and others with creepy shadows that looked alive. Then they passed through a room that looked as if it had once been the room of a young child.
The entire walls were covered in pictures, but if you looked closer you could see that most of the pictures were in fact music scores and in different colors. If you looked farther though you could see an image was made by the entire thing. At first the pictures and music scores started out light and very joyful but soon they turned dark and we're anything but joyful.
"It's scary." Li-Fuan commented looking over the entire room. "The pictures look like they were made by a kid, but..." No one said anything because they were thinking the same thing.
'Its too dark. No child would draw things as disturbing as this.'
The figure age as d of them giggled as if what Li-Fuan had said was some sort of joke.
"Something this small disturbs you? Hahaha! If only you could see the bigger picture. I would love to see your expressions then~ By the way Little King, did you know this actually a dungeon?"
The figure began babbling off random facts to Sinbad leading them further and further into the dungeon.
"So while this is a dungeon it doesn't have anything for you to conquer but instead a greater treasure to save! Ja'far has been stuck here for so many years I almost, Key word there okay-I almost, thought she was never going to be saved!" She paused as if to add some dramatic effect to her words, "But then you showed up! You caught her eye! And I thought to myself 'Yay finally! Prince charming has arrived!' Of course nothing is that simple with Ja'far!"
She pouted as if she were child refused of a sweet, "I mean honestly! She is so stubborn! Even with her memories sealed away her personality remains unchanged!" She groaned and let herself fall dramatically through the floor and return back up.
"You'd think that for once she'd let herself be rescued by a prince! But No~" She giggled, "She hates being a damsel in distress. Hehhe. Can't blame her; I hate being one too. Although...," She paused mock thinking. She spun around facing Sinbad and for those first few minutes he stopped thinking. What he saw astounded him.
Even without the light that radiated from her he would still describe her as pale with long pristine white-and was that blue in her hair?- hair pulled back in ponytail with two braids pulling it back, eyes so contradicting he couldn't tell what color they were. She wore a small white dress with a translucent white layered skirt golden bangles hanging on her ankles and platinum bracelets hanging on her wrists. On her neck was an obsidian chocker with engravings and small multi color gems.
In one simple word she was beautiful.
He almost didn't catch what she said, "I know deep down she was wishing that someone would come to save her."
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Ja'far wrapped her arms around her knees tightly releasing a shaky breath. It was dark, darker than usual and for some reason the space became crushing. Where as before she just floated like she was suspended in water it was like she was sinking now. Sinking so fast that she felt pressure all at once. It was extremely cold as well. She could see her own breath.
Allah had long since disappeared into her own prison. Sheytan's screams echoing softly throughout all three of their minds. Ja'far breathed out softly.
"I wonder...if anyone will...no. I don't need a prince to save me. I don't need anyone..."Her head rested upon her knees. Her body shaking from the soundless sobs.
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Nalddias walked steadily. Ignoring the Watcher's steady eyes as he trespassed through their realm. He stopped in front a child. A child no older than five, but on closer inspection it was not one child but two. The second child was so pale and opaque that he almost didn't see him. Both laid asleep holding hands, smiling. Nalddias looked past them and into the broken future that they held in their hands, and perhaps for once he could hope.