Mirrors are perpetually deceitful. They lie and steal your true self. They reveal only what your mind believes it sees.
-Dee Remy, There Once Was a Boy
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Rosalinda moved down the magma pavement coming to the edge of a cliff. She stared at the floating rocks leading toward a monstrous creepy castle drifting ahead. Its torrents look sharp enough to impale a person. She gaped at the massive white structure, compared to the dark slates of this world, she expected it to be black. Was it like Elysim, the paradise for distinguished souls?
"Eeeeh?!" she squeaked as the floating rocks clashed together, sticking like putty to form a path to the floating castle. Her eyes slid around here waiting for something to stop her. The skeletons stood behind her watching her with hallow eyes. Swallowing her unease, she shifted one foot forward, walking towards the luminous castle ahead.
Now that she was here, she shivered. There was some strange overcast covering the castle, and her nose twitched at the rancid smell filling her nose. It smelt like bad meat. She rubbed her hands along her arms to warm herself up. Was this place a trick to lure poor innocent souls? She shouldn't be afraid, she was the very essence of fear right. She fed off it. "Don't be scared, don't be scared," she chanted, raising her fist to knock on the massive door.
Whoosh! The door swung open, and her eyes widened looking for signs of life. T-the door opened by itself. Rosalinda never had issues with the darkness and shadows, but anyone would think twice before stepping into a creepy house swirling in darkness. Okay, she needed to inhale and exhale slowly. She wasn't scared. She was Rosalinda Cutteridge, Thanatos' daughter.
"Wait! Let me out!" she squeaked when the door shut on its own sealing her away. "Okay, girl," she mumbled. "You can do this," she said, her eyes flickering around her surroundings. She couldn't see anything! This was an omen spelling her doom! S-she wanted her daddy! Damn you, Midir!
"Midir?" she whispered, hoping he heard her and no one else did Yeah right like he's going to hear her. Swallowing an expletive, she sighed and jumped when the sound echoed around her. Holding her breath, she decided to walk straight ahead. If thing got too spooky, she could always disappear into the shadows. Rosalinda's eyes prickled, and she blinked repeatedly trying to rid herself of the sensation when she realized she could see perfectly in the darkness. This was definitely cool! A new ability! She was in a corridor of sorts, tension ebbed from her now that she had her sight back.
After a while of walking, the entrance disappeared, and she let out another exaggerated sigh. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, Cyriac probably was ripping out hearts. She shuddered to think about his true-form running about, causing mayhem. She couldn't tell how much time had actually passed, and it didn't occur to her to bring her cellphone. Why would she? She was embarking on some dark adventure to try to find the soul of a lost fae prince because something within her screamed at her to do so. Great. She paused, leaning against the wall. This wasn't working, and she was tired.
