The fourth maiden of Ymir [UNDER HEAVY REVISIONS/EDITING]

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Inside a fractional part of a second, you found yourself in the location filled with wagons of combusting natural luminous body as you ascertain the crystalline premises alter its outward appearance, the said surface became sand and you felt unpleasant stimulation missle shotted your abdomen,

You consider the probabilities of encountering your sisters once again, however

You were all alone in the said location, you wander your visual contact as you shift from place to place aimlessly with the hopes of encountering someone,

Eventually, you noticed few fragment of a brittle substance from a remoted area, those fragmented splinters carries certain picturesque view, you gallop into the said location out of inquisitive interest,

Within the said incandescent brittle substance, extend an anonymous individual setting down in a garden variety throne pure of golds that somewhat emblematize the high dignitary of the said personage,

The infant that the individual keep in his fingers that surely befitting a father somewhat engage the attention of the h/c haired demoiselle, the paramount chief appears to be transporting such feeling of unhappiness as he maintain caressing the infant with such arousing feelings of affection,

"Whoaa..my love.....
my darling...i've hungered for your touch....alone....lonely time"

The maiden come into sudden vague awareness concerning the grave vocal waves she ascertain within her hearing range that seemingly approach from the certain brittle substance, despite of his throaty voice, the maiden presumably acknowledge the said sweet arrangement of sounds as the maiden come into sudden knowledge, that the said rhythmic succession were organized indeed as an aesthetic whole,

"What should i name you little one?....y/n sounds fine...."

The brittle substance materialize such act of fluorescence as the happenings that extend within the said fragmented pieces altered inside in a fractional part of a second

the maiden fix her eye in a steady intent look with such studious attention over to the said substance as she seemingly awaits for the forthcoming turn of events to maintain without any complaints,

"L-lets talk about this over"

"I want you to keep your distance away from that thing"

A certain youngster wearing such dilapidated clothing were apparently eavesdropping in the said altercation between the said mature individuals as prevailing probabilities were circling around The youngling's sanity, the said maiden maintain observing the fragmented substance as she come into sudden vague awareness of what was going on,

"S-she i-is still my child! She was originated from my womb!"

"That is not my problem anymore, now do as i say"

That night was indeed tempestous, the said weather were marked by heavy abounding with rain as the saneness of the impeccable youngster slowly fractured into tiny fragmented pieces of brittle substance,

The said discourse didnt come into an end, but rather the youngling thirst to layover the said colloquy as she optioned to gallop the unidentified passage through farther from the said location with the hopes of upthursting herself in the depths of this gruesome sleep,