𝑽𝑼𝑳𝑻𝑼𝑺

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⸺ 𝑽𝑼𝑳𝑻𝑼𝑺 ↴

appearance or look

in which we take a look into the life of our leading lady

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in which we take a look into the life of our leading lady




𝑀𝜄𝛼𝜋𝜕𝜄𝛼

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𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋 glittered high above the treacherous mountains of Endovier, a lure that brought false hope and promise to those that dared to dream of a better life, a better world.

The residents of the mountain and city slept peacefully throughout the peaceful night but for a young thief chained behind rusted bars, sleep was a far thought as desires of escape enveloped her mind.

Surrounded by bones and waste-filled holes, the barely turned young adult covered her nose with the back of her hand, counting down in a sad attempt to steady her beating heart. 

Eight soldiers walking, seven soldiers sleeping, six soldiers napping, five, four...

There was a horrid smell of human waste, rotted bodies filled with maggots and all things decrepit surrounding her. 

She forced herself to focus on the cold metal chains rubbing her wrists raw rather than the intense nausea settling in her stomach.

Harsh silence cloaked the long room, a total of fifteen cells lying unoccupied by the living while the sixteenth, built furthest from the entrance, housed its last breathing survivor. 

They had dragged her, kicking and screaming as feral teeth snapped at their arms in outrage.

A gag was placed over her mouth after that, yet in the end all they had done was throw her inside, not bothering to chain her to anything.

A mistake. 


Scooting across the floor, she maneuvered her torso away from a resting skeleton that had been shoveled beneath dirt and mud. Praying for forgiveness to whatever or whoever was listening, her hands began to move across the once body. 

She gagged in disgust before gritting her teeth. In a solid motion, she snapped a finger from the rest of its tendon.

Keeping her breathing restrained, she fiddled with the bone and chains, the metal clinking together until —

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