"What the-" Arlecchino exclaimed as she was trying to get the ghost-people's attention. And then, she saw a younger version of herself come and sit in the circle. Her tears started flowing out of her eyes as she knew what this was... a memory. She had no idea why she saw it but somehow, she was transported to a place where her own consciousness lies.
"This is all a dream. This is all a dream. This is all a dream..." those were the words that echoed inside her head as she watched the little show that her 'mother' prepared. Of course, her real mother didn't see the grown Arlecchino but only the little one in front of her very own eyes. "Now children" she started off saying. "You will always be competitors, competing in challenges between each other to be the 'king'. A ruler that towers above the people, a ruler that..." her mother said. By this point, all traces of sanity were gone from the poor lady. Arlecchino was now kneeling, on her knees. She was crying, something she hasn't done in quite a while. She wasn't crying for the reason you'd expect, for example grief or sorrow. No, this was much deeper.
She was crying for the simple reason of the curse, the one that's been rotting away at her body ever since she stepped foot in Khaenri'ah. She somehow got away just in time for it to not affect her as much, but her fingers have been forever stained from the sins she has committed... the same ones as a Hilichurl.
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"All Is Ash"
FanfictionArlecchino, the head of the 'house of hearth' is a ruthless figure in the human society... The person who would execute the people that did no good to children. This is the tale of the one person who trusted her... That gave her a chance. This is so...
