MANDORI • 精霊の学校

Prologue - A Fresh Start

■ A/N - Hii welcome to the prologue! before we continue this is my first time writing so it will probably be mid and horrible. Feel free to give suggestions for the next chapter or tips and also criticize!

■ This doesn't occur in any places and is mere fiction and is written for fun.

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The night was silent as ever.

THUD!

Certainly not anymore though.

"Hina, you have to stop tripping!" A girl scolded while taking a deep breath from the mouth as she extended out her hand to her fallen friend. "I-i know Iria b-but i'm just so scared...we..we should probably head back" 'Hina' replied back her eyebrows twitching and lips pressed together. "If you're scared then why did you come with me?" Suddenly Iria stopped on her tracks, and clearly Hina can hear the venom on her best friend's voice, so Hina didn't even bother to protest.

'Why are we even here?' The other girl pondered, her brain screaming at her to get the hell out of that place without Iria. She doesn't even know why her friend thought of literally going to there school at night, either way she's still going to go with her. But still why does it have to be at night? And what is she even looking for? well whatever, it's not like Iria will answer those questions anyway she looks like she had a lot at her
head at the moment.

So a few minutes pass by with complete silence.

"Hey" Her friend started while still gripping her phone and with the flashlight on and still continuing the pace refusing to turn. "...uh..i would like to apologize for earlier...i didn't tell you the full details did i?.." This time Iria stopped moving her feet the moment she said the last sentence, waiting for Hina to respond.

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Silence.

Huh.

Hina would always say something immediately.

Did she leave?..no Hina would never, even if she is scared she won't leave no matter what. and Iria can't help but gulp the lump on her throat. Turning her heal she slowly turned around.

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Crimson red was the color she needed to know.

Hina is dead.

She looked like she was bashed against the wall.—Multiple times even— her blood was dripping from her head as her near surroundings was covered in her carmine. Her eyes lifeless and neck twisted.

She wants to cry.

And she held back a gag at the metallic smell of fresh blood of her friend, and at the sight, it felt like she had watched a scene from a horror movie —except everything is real.— she cannot even describe or how she even died in the first place. Tears started falling on her eyes and before she knew it she started booking it.