When The Voices Ask For More

Braids with Vines While the the Clock Ticks

  With time, abandoned villages were getting more common, even though, it didn't exactly seemed like it was abandoned, it was more like evacuated, the inside of the houses were messy, the people who left just seemed to have gotten important stuff, in houses, you could find pictures of families, and kids that maybe the past owners left behind, some documents in drawers, it seemed like they needed to run away, the worst thing is that, it wasn't just one, but multiple villages from the kingdom, they suspected that maybe was the Dream SMP declaring war against small kingdoms again, but there wasn't enough proofs, and since the kingdom had been silent for more then 50 years.

"This place is so weird. It seems like a war happened in here" Philza says while opening a rusty door from an old house, in the floor of from the entrance hall there was a photo from a little girl, she appeared to be five or six years old in the photo. She had a dark blond hair almost brown and light brown skin, her hair was braided in a loose braid and her eyes were light hazel, she was in that exact same hall, but it seemed to be some time ago, on the back of the photo it was written "August 15, 1956, Rest in peace, my dear daughter, that heaven may have you" with a beautiful handwriting, Philza let the photo in a small narrow desk next to the door and keep looking through the house, it was full of cobwebs, the floor creaked, and the wallpaper was torn in some places, the dinner room had a chandelier, although the candles had already melted, there was matches on the table, broken plates, forks and knifes on the ground, apparently made out of silver, the velvet carpet was stained with blood... "So someone really died in here..." Philza thinks while looking at the light brown carpet stained with blood, a dagger was find under the table "Techno!" Philza yells calling Techno that walked to the dining room, when Techno gets closer Philza was holding the dagger with both of his hands "Isn't this how you described the dagger of the girl from that day?" The dagger blade was made out of iron and the hilt was out of solid silver, it had decorations and the name Megan graved on it. Technoblade nods and hold the dagger, in that same day when he killed the girl, the dagger was with a mistake on the name, the e was graves inversed and so in thar dagger. "How? How did it end here?" "Maybe this was the house of the girl you killed.. I found a photo on the entrance hall, it had a little girl, she seemed to have five or six years, dark blond hair, light brown skin and light hazel eyes in the same entrance hall, behind the photo was written 'August 15, 1956, Rest in peace, my dear daughter, that heaven may have you', do you think this is possible?" "It's not possible, Phil, it's the reality, I'm 100 percent sure that this is the same dagger." Technoblade rests the dagger on the table "There's something much bigger involving this girl, probably her family."

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---------------------------------------------------------------------- Hey! Once again, sorry short chapter, but all chapters will be between 3-4 pages (on the cellphone if you're using the app) about 400 words :,), I'm also making a playlist for this story! Hope you enjoyed =D
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