The feeling of not knowing. That's what she felt in 5, 840 days of her existence living in the basement.
But that is not the that, inside the basement, a room. Its door full of chains and locks, needing too much mana to open. It was forged by her grandfather, a great necromancer in his time. It was built strong enough to withstand almost anything, except her bloodline's own mana and another thing, which her grandfather did not tell until he died. *(They store their mana in little, narrow, deep tubes. [Somehow pocket-sized and handy.])*
She lives inside that magical room, feeling nothing but loneliness.
The room was small, but enough to have a bathroom inside. Just a bathroom sink, shower head, and toilet next to her bed. It looks like a cell, except a door instead of bars.
Her family visits her, but at very rare times. 'Once in a blue moon', they say.
She would just peek through the window beside her bed.
Looking for something she does not know.
But today is a very special day. It's her sixteenth birthday. Most likely for her family to visit her, since they visit her every four years.
Even if her family visits her, she still have a grudge inside her heart.
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Rogue's Escape
FantasyRogue, a somewhat normal girl, was born in a world of magic. Every family has their own kind of power, and her family, are necromancers. When she was born, she showed no sign of necromancy, or even magic itself. They began to worry about the prophec...
