໑ ִֶָ› ❝ 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧. 𝗧𝗛𝗘. 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞. 𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗔 𝗚𝗢𝗗𝗗𝗔𝗠𝗡 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗚𝗢𝗡 ? ! ❞◞
Ah Yes, Typical Y/N,
Who Gets In Into This Mess.
Will They able To Survive
The chaos?
ANY IMAGES AREN'T MINE !
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❝ ABSENT ARCHON ❞ - PROLOGUE
POSSIBLE CW , STOP READING IF UNCOMFORTABLE .
BAD GRAMMAR TOO!!!
1st & 3rd person POV switches !
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Y/N woke when they heard the sound of the bell. They looked through the window and saw people, cheering, as they were about to leave; and some were crying, for they were about to be left. It was time for them to go. Y/N stood up and started preparing for their leave. 'It was nice while it lasted, I guess.' you thought. You didn't really like the village; it was always so noisy, a bit too cheerful for your liking. But that's what makes it good, right? A place full of joy and harmony... at least that's what other people thought. It was filled with drunkards and smelled like liquor. It was bitter. They hurried to the train station hoping to not be late.
(Thanks to plot armour, they didn't./j -Y)
It has been 7 minutes. Everything is dull. Everybody is silent. You could only hear the train tracks and the rolling of the wheels. You look over to see a parent looking over his family photos, 'Damn, chill. You aren't going to war or anything. ...He isn't dying to those slimes, isn't he..?' you cringed at the thought of it. You look outside and everything is vibrant, colorful, and full of life. It's almost as if it's only a shield that's hiding something underneath, no? It's always too sunny and green. You mentally facepalmed at the sudden wave of thoughts that flowed in your mind. 'I'm overthinking again...'
The clock is ticking. You're wondering when everyone is getting off this closed space. You hear someone humming and you look over to the direction where the sound came from; it revealed to be the kid you always saw on stage, doing performances once a month. Eléa, a girl every child saw as an idol. So full of tenderness and joy. "What a figure." you said, silently, as a small smile crept up your face. The children start to doze off as she hummed a lullaby, Joli Mois De Mai. "Ha... It isn't so jolly, though. Is it?" you asked, smugly. "Hush, let them have their little fun time during this trip." she shushed, chuckling at your remark.
