"Makoto.." a young girl whispered, looking down at her now fairly pale hands. No matter where she looked, if she closed her eyes, or even when she went to sleep, everything seemed dark - an eternal cloud of thunder.
"I'll get you back. Both of you." the girl mumbled, a silent tear falling from her now dull lavender eyes.
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Her gentle fingers ran along a fine blade.
A blade that once glowed so brightly, the blade she used to protect her sisters and her people from whoever dared to threaten them. 500 years and she's still stuck in the same, repeating loop.
Wasn't she dead? She was supposed to be. She vividly remembered her vision filling with crimson drops as she felt a blade pierce through her petite and agile body. The final look of horror on her beloved twin sister's face, as she felt every bit of what ought to be eternal consciousness slip from her mind and body.
She was a peaceful girl. A girl who never sought for a fight, let alone a war. But she had to face it, she had to face reality. For the sake of her people, for those that she loved.
All she wanted was to live peacefully with her sisters. One day handing her nation over to her twin, so she could later on pass it down to the youngest. A land of eternity and peace. Was this too much to ask for? Was there no way out of this hellhole?
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...hii.. (｡Ó﹏Ò｡) i know my chapters are short in general, but this one is VERY short, sorry to all fast readers,, on an unrelated note, i'm working on a kazuha story, tho it doesn't have the happiest chapters, either. sob.
plot twist, they're still alive! or are they..? maybe.. wait for another update... (≧◡≦) ♡
