Earlier that morning, in caelia's house: A small, yet uptight dome littered with vines. As she left for school, she was stopped in her tracks by her grinning mother, looking down at her eagerly.
"It is a lengthy stroll, Caelia! Come, I shall accompany thee."
("It is a long walk, caelia! I will go with you.")
her mother's sweet and pure voice ringed in her ears. She was a lovely woman, brown hair and bright brown eyes.
"Aye, mother."
("Yes mother")
she replied, her monotone voice illuminating around the hall. But one thing was apparent, her mother never took her to school. Perhaps it was an act of kindness, a drop of sincerity.That's all...right? they wondered down the winding labyrinth of streets, enclosed by the wood townhouses, duplex apartments, some of the rooms still ebony. It was, nevertheless, a long walk, and she couldn't deny it. They stopped infront of the school gates. Her mother pushed them open, the bronze, rustic gate creaked slowly, like nails across a chalk board. Into the school courtyard they stepped, a glacial air, almost a mist, engulfed them. Caelia trudged down the narrow path leading to the school entrance, 'Ludus litterarius' was engraved in a sign above the arch entrance. She stepped into the altitudinous school doors, but as she turned to her class,a figure stood just in front of the back wall. Hunched over, peculiarly, an uncanny sight. But what the shadow silhouette doing?
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The Ink River
Mistério / SuspenseTaking place in the Shakespearean town of Aquiliea, a cold air wafts through the village, as tragedy strikes the towns Ludus Litterarius (school), for the beloved teacher, aeliana, has perished, an unknown reason, now we must find the culprit. Luciu...
