Corrupter Flower *Prologue*

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(Summary: A peasant girl was taken to become the new queen of an unknown country in another timeline. Because of the dark half of her heart being corrupted, the flower in her soul became corrupted and her true beauty blossomed out of season. Her love for being the one the people looked up to convinced her to make a paradise for herself in that timeline that's secretly corrupting her.What she don't know is that back at her home, a great trouble in the timeline occurs, severing their links. Those she left behind can only see her grow into a Corrupted Queen, making her own paradise of lies.But will a single Butterfly make a big difference to a Corrupted Flower?)








In a far away place where no light can reach, a young man of age 16 walks the halls filled with silence and darkness. He has been searching for a new queen for a long time now. "I have to find a new queen soon before everything disappears." He muttered. Finally reachin a tiny pinch of light, he ran towards there and the light grew brighter before revealing a girl wearing a light pink flowery dance dress with a single out-of-place pink and black rose on the right side of her head. Her right eye is covered by some thick and slightly short bundles and strands of her almost her black hair. Her feet are dancing to a captivating song, complementing her dance moves and her quick reflexes. The young man fell deeply in love with the girl. Then it hit him.

She can be the new queen...

With quickness and gracefulness, he looked at her soul and gasped at how much thorns it has on her flower, but because of how pretty it looks, he carefully grabbed the other blossomin flower that has a few dew drops on it. He smiles and places a royal pink ribbon on it before grabbing something from his pocket and was about to hea out when he saw something that was never supposed to be there. He doesn't know why it is, but shrugged it off and looked for the right hole to jump in.












Meanwhile...










The girl, tired from her performance, was given no praise or comment and their director called everyone back to the front of the stage. Their director was talking to them, but she didn't hear. She felt like she's being watched. She soon brought her attention back and only praised everyone but her, of course. Without knowing, the girl quietly ran out of the hall and down the ramp. There, she spots someone wearing a black cloak. A portion of his face is covered except his mouth, which holds a gentle smile. "You dance so well... Too bad no one appreciates you for your work of art... You did this by yourself... Those guys are idiots..." The stranger, a boy perhaps, snarled as he thought of her own feelings. The girl, taken aback from the complement, bowed gracefully like a Princess. "T-thank you kind stranger... No one has ever told me that before..." The girl told him and he smiled. He then handed out a rose that has a few thorns. The girl smiled and he magically replaced her fake rose with a real unwilted one. The thorns don't bother her at all. She carefully lifted the hem of the coat covering the persons face to reveal a look-alike of her. She understands why. With all her doubts and worries disappeared into the air, she carefully took his hand as everything around them fades. His smile grew wider.

















































"Thank you... I'm sure you'll make a fine queen..."

"As you will be a fine twin brother of mine..."

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