𝟎 - 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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"My, my, my, what do we have here?... A fool sitting foolishly on their bottom, a new site surely, but not a welcomed one." The young-looking woman sighs as she rests her—angelic—face upon her gloved right hand; her cold eyes stare down in boredom at the girl below her.

"How did anyone even get in here..? I don't recall inviting any guests..." A strand of her long white hair falls to the front of her face when she shifts in her seat to cross her legs with refined elegance. Every movement the woman made seemed, somehow, so effortlessly laced with perfection. It was an awing sight. Nonetheless, it had the curious girl looking up at the white-haired woman with an intrigued soft smile. Truly, they were both in wonder of each other.

"So, tell me, how did you get here?" The girl—who was sitting on her bottom now slowly and carefully stands to her feet. She takes a couple of seconds to dust herself off before finally opening her mouth to speak for the first time since she had gotten here.

"I—" She starts to only find that she, herself, didn't quite understand how she had gotten here. She thought—no, she knew she had died, but she couldn't recall how it happened, though that didn't answer her question...
Where is here?

"You what? Go on now girl... I don't like being kept waiting."

"I've died, haven't I?" The girl frowns at her own words. Such a thing seemed so odd to say out loud, but her words confirmed the odd feeling that was forming in her chest.

The woman scoffs and lets out a soft chuckle.
"You really are a fool, aren't you?" She pushes a silky piece of her hair behind her pointy ear; her calm nonchalant expression never changing. Her eyes filled with curiosity.
"You haven't died— simply, you have fallen unconscious. Perhaps close to death at one point, but I'd say you're fine. For now at least."

The girl looks at the woman on her throne in disbelief.
"How..?"
"How do you know that?"
Again the woman chuckles. She softly stands from her throne and walks down the large number of stairs to the girl.

"I've seen many... interesting things in all my years of life and beyond. But you... You are a special case it seems." Her hand lands gracefully upon the girl's head—preceding to run her long fingers through her hair. The girl follows her fingers in the corner of her eyes; noting the woman's sharp red nails.

"I still wonder how you've ended up here..." She brings her face down to the girls with a sly grin. Her eyes widened as they peered into the girls; they had a spark of him in them.

"I see... that's how it is." Without hesitation, the woman averts her eyes and turns leaving the girl to go back to her throne. A sense of fear was present in her usually perfect movement. She was struggling to hide the slight trembles of her fingers.

"How peculiar..."

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