Ash Black - The Other Sister

Chapter 4 - The Speech That Doesn't End

You know when you forget your password and can't for the life of you remember it. Yeah. That happened twice and the horrible fear that my story wasn't good enough. Enough so that I had writers block on something I already wrote. And that is the worst feeling. 'But I'm back in the city and I'm here to stay. Do you know what I came here to do?' I AM HERE FOR YOU! (Unlike Angelica, who was actually there for her sister. I cried so hard watching the bootleg, of which there is none! But yeah I cried so hard!) Without further ado!

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Journal Entry #6672 An account of past events to the best of my ability

I woke up on the cold ground... No not cold. Terrifyingly freezing. I moved slowly trying to get my bearings. Finally able to stand up fully I saw I had passed out next to my throne. Now to figure out why no one had helped me up. What I saw then was the world had slowed to an unfathomable speed. You would think they were frozen, but I saw a blink of snail proportions. It was then I noticed the color of my vision was off. It had a sickly bluish-green hue.

I saw the she-devil get on her evil feet. Instinct kicked in and I charged at her, not exactly sure how this will end. She pulled her hands up, most likely expecting to magyck me into the next dimension, but nothing happened. In the scant few seconds it took her to realize this, I came upon her and punched the witches snot out of her... And of course there are no broken bones or even a trickle of blood. She tried to scratch at me with the worst of techniques, of which I of course dodged. In the moment there was no thing other than the hurting I was trying to put on Medusa's descendant, but looking back I see the humor of me fighting as my subjects have only moved barely one footstep through the fog they seemed to be put in.

I finally pushed her down over a body on the ground and then, curses be on her, she decided to actually grab my leg to take me down. Sadly she succeeded. As aware of my surroundings as I was, now was the time I saw the body on the ground in full. How horrified I was when I saw myself looking at the witch... Of whom was standing up and yet STILL ON THE GROUND. Rolling over to look at my throne, I saw my body lying there. My mind was struggling with the implications of the situation I was in. I saw her look over as well and then she looked at me with a look that I have only seen twice. Both times on her sisters face. I can see the family resemblance. My heart was stricken as I tried to scramble towards my body, I knew what she was planning as soon as she looked at me but I was unable to keep her plan from coming to fruition.

She plunged her heartless black soul into my body mere moments before I could get there. I collided with this shield keeping me away from my own body! Time sped back to its original point, and from there...

All I saw were the guards picking me-(so I won't get confused I will call the witch in my body Red me) picking Red me up as well s detaining the witches body which looks but I can't detect in form of life in the eyes. I tried running into her body as well but there was that darned blasted shield of bloody magyck keeping me from entering in. It was just as well.

Ceren came up and spoke to a still slightly disoriented Red me, "Are you alright Celestina?"

She looked at her body and screeched (I would NEVER SCREECH. UGH!) at the top of her lungs like a good little Damsel would, "Kill her! She tried to take my life!" At this moment I am so thankful for Ceren and his acute and astute observation skills, for he looked at Red me with so much confusion. Him, knowing me and what actions I would take, assumed I would have taken a sword from the guards belt and run her through like the true criminal she is. He told me this himself later on after... I'll get to that, but not now. Of course Prince Finn of MacDROOL decided to actually run the cow through per my Red self's orders. Now I'm stuck with no way out of this wretched limbo that had been cursed upon me. (He's apologized many times but I like watching the fool squirm to earn my forgiveness.)