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Nightmare

It had been three years since maka defeated the kishin, since medusa was killed for good, since lord death came the closest he ever has to dying, and through all these three years, crona was still shy. Crona, the pink haired, black blooded daughter of Medusa Gorgon, was laying in her bed, trying to go back to sleep after waking up from a nightmare. She was in a cold sweat, telling herself it was just a dream, but no matter what she said to herself, she still couldn't shake her fear away. Crona may be afraid of a lot of things, but she feared one thing more than others, Medusa. Her mother may be dead, but she still feared she would come back. "I-it was just a dream....it was just a dream...it was just...."crona started telling herself again, still shaking with fear as that image crept back into her head. That image she kept seeing in her dreams was her soul, a small frafile soul, alone in darkness as a large cobra surrounds it and begins crushing it. Crona held the pillow closer to her chest, her tears dampening the pillow as she cried into it. She got out of her bed, opening the door to get something from the kitchen, and when she looked at the clock, it read 2:18. She opened the cabinet and got a cup, filling it with ice and water, trying to calm her nerves while finally getting that image out of her mind. As she sipped her water, she began walking back to her room, noticing blair on the couch as a cat. When crona sat in her bed, she looked at her wrists, covered in faded scars from when Lady Medusa tormented her, and felt her eyes tearing up again. "Why...w-why cant i f-forget" she whispered to herself, trying not to cry again, sipping her water more. Crona hugged her pillow again, tighter than before as she layed on her side, covered by the blanket as she started falling asleep.