Following Illumina's awakening, the draconic are restless as something that has been hidden underneath the crust of the earth for centeries have been disturbed.
A mistake, a ruin, an attempt that untimately failed just like every human's attempt for...
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As we all step through the grand oak doors of Kingsley Manor and into the grand hall, a sense of history envelops me, drawing me deeper into it's darkened hall.
The hallway stretches long and majestic, it's ceilings high and hung with chanilers, the manor might as well have been a miniature castle all in it's own on the inside. Its walls painted in a muted cream hue that has softened over time but remains strikingly clean, reflecting the meticulous care of the Kingsley family.
Richly textured tapestries hang alongside the walls, whispering stories of triumphs and tribulations. The polished marble floor, mottled with age, glints invitingly in the filtered light that streams through tall, arched windows, casting intricate shadows that dance subtly across the corridor.
Lining the walls, delicately placed on ornate shelves and atop carefully curated tables, are vases that burst with an array of unique and rare flowers.
Some are in full bloom, their petals vibrant in rich reds and yellows, while others tease the eye with cool greens and soft whites, their beauty enhanced by the gentle whispers of an occasional draft.
These flowers are not mere decorations; each vase tells a story of sophistication and tradition, handpicked from faraway gardens or cultivated in the estate's own sprawling grounds.
Exotic orchids sit nestled beside delicate lilies, as though vying for attention in a botanical competition of their own, elegantly complementing the grandeur of their setting.
As your gaze wanders down the hallway, the eye is drawn to the gleaming trophies that stand proudly on pedestals and tables, a testament to the Kingsley family's diverse achievements.
Glinting with the brilliance of polished gold and silver, these awards speak volumes of the family's pursuits and passions.
Sparkling ice-skating trophies, embellished with intricate sculptures of graceful athletes in mid-pirouette, memorialize the elegance and prowess of family members who have glided across frozen rinks with artistry and skill.
Adjacent to these, racing trophies, aggressively shaped and adorned with miniature cars speeding around gold-laurel emblems, tell the thrilling tales of adrenaline and risk that characterize their owners' triumphs on the racetrack.
Each trophy is inscribed with the name of the winning family member, indicators of their competitive spirit and relentless dedication.
Not to be overlooked, the display of mathematician awards stands as yet another facet of the Kingsley legacy. These trophies may lack the glamour of their sporting counterparts but are no less deserving of admiration.
Intricately designed, with enigmatic symbols carved into their surfaces, they celebrate cognitive achievement and the analytical pursuits that have defined the family.
The plaques read of intellectual triumphs and competitions won, ushering admiration towards the brilliant minds that have flourished within these walls.
The Kingsley family has excelled in a myriad of fields, each member demonstrating a prowess that is woven into the very fabric of the manor. As you traverse this extraordinary hallway, you find yourself enveloped in the spirit of ancestral pride.
a tangible reminder of excellence represented in both artistry and intellect.
In the Kingsley Manor hallway, time stands still and yet flows seamlessly, reflecting a legacy that celebrates unique beauty, competitive fervor, and intellectual brilliance. That is the lighter side of this family, the thing on the outside that makes them so adored, but underneath those facts lead to despair, horror, and torture.
One thing I had noticed about these people was how far Brandon hung back in the group, as though the others were ment to protects him. Was he weakened–? Or was this an exception that Riptide had put on him?
Many of us had exceptions, I wasn't allowed to use actual weapons– something about how using them would be highly dangerous since I couldn't afford glasses at the moment, Moi-moi could only eat something if it was dead– no matter how much they crave the wriggling animals in her paws, Whisper-song couldn't engage for too long with her family– to keep them out of the situation the best we could.
When Brandon swivled his head to stare at me instead of the trophies I swore my soul left my body for a moment, the glimmer of one of the Tyrant Gems hanging from his neck.
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