𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

─ 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍

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CURRENTLY, AZALEA WAS roaming the cavern looking at the many bridges and torches. Techno had left the cave hours ago under the reasoning along the lines of "orphans and potatoes" and Wilbur and Tommy said they needed to go discuss certain topics alone. Which left Azalea to herself in boredom. One of the things Wilbur had discovered with them all was that it was extremely dangerous to go out into the open now, especially since the guards knew who to look for. There had been little to no updates on what was happening with the court and the new leader, whom she had learned went by the name of Schlatt.

She stopped when she came face to face with a dark and barely lit doorway that looked like it led to a room. Over the past few weeks, she had navigated the cave but never remembered seeing this room. It was cold and the entrance was almost closed off but there was enough space to where she could fit through it. Azalea looked around her, Wilbur and Tommy were still off somewhere talking and Techno had her to return. Seeing nothing else to do, Azalea sucked in her breath and maneuvered her way through the hole in the wall. Her arm had snagged across the stone leaving a rather nasty looking cut along her forearm and a rip in the white shirt she had on.

Azalea let out a small hiss at the contact and once all the way in grabbed her arm to look at it. There wasn't a lot of blood but it was bleeding and would probably leave a mark. She let go of her arm and went to observe the room. It was covered in papers on the walls, she couldn't really make out what each one said but they appeared to all be about what's happening to the nation. Some of the papers had red markings whether that be crossing things out or circling things.

Speechless, Azalea walked up to one of the papers and took a look at it, it was an article from a newspaper and it had a few notes messily scribbled on the margins and a few doodles. There was a picture in the center of it and in the picture was a man in a striped hat surrounded by three other people. He had a long robe that touched the ground behind him. He had a grin on his face and had a hand placed on the shoulder of one of the three boys in front of him. There were two boys, the same height, but slightly different in appearance, one had glasses and a little toy crown on his short-haired head and the other had a baggy long-sleeved top on. Next to them both was a young, probably a toddler, holding a small toy disc.

She couldn't really tell who was who since the picture on the article was black and white, but she knew by notes in the margins. However, she could make out that the man in the middle had wings scribbled on him. Besides him, the notes on the margins had a jumble of words all written in different handwriting so she couldn't really read it, especially in that light. The article was dated back many years ago when Azalea was only a child and the title had been crossed out and she couldn't read the rest of it.

Beside it was another article, this one only a few weeks old, with a picture of a man in a black formal coat standing tall with a smirk plastered on his face. Next to him was a shorter boy, who only looked Tommy's age, standing straight but distant. The man had, what looked like ram horns drawn on him, and the words 'tyrant' and 'my l'manburg' scribbled under him. The boy next to him, however, was untouched, like he was avoided by the marker. It was two very different dynamics in the articles, but each one was littered with red marker.