ᴀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ
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The sound of tapping from a pen, echoed around the study. With one individual sat upon a chair, only having the nightly breeze and crickets chirping that entered from the open window as company.
Tap...
Tap...
Tap...
Sounds of papers being torn apart where heard as the silhouette of the person was seen standing up. Letting out a frustrated groan, they raised their hand to pinch the bridge of their nose.
"This isn't enough" was what they said, before giving up and deciding that it was best to take a break and get some sleep.
Arriving to their bedroom, they let themselves land onto their bed in a somewhat ungraceful manner. Sighing, their mind began to drift far away from reality. Eyes heavy, as they slowly closed, with the person soon being fast asleep.
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"Ah...
My dear beloved "
Who said that? Was the thought that ran into their head, but soon vanished as they found themselves floating(?) In a dark room. They did not let themselves panic, at first. Thinking that this was all just a dream, only to find the entire thing strange.
"A lovely and noble flower of evil"
Was that steps? They tried to move, but it was just a useless feat. Looking around, only to realize that their eyes had been closed the entire time and are unable to open them, they panicked.
"Truly, you are the most beautiful of all..."
Who is that voice? They questioned as their heart was pounding in a rapid rate. They could do nothing but listen to the voice in an unknown environment.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall..."
The sounds of echoing steps continued.
"Who is the..."
The voice then slowly faded as the sound of horses running soon replaced it. Are they in a carriage? They asked themselves. The drumming of thunder was later then heard as they could make out more sounds of running horses, now just alongside them.
"Those who are guided by the dark mirror...
As long as you're heart desires..."
The voice was back again, but this time they could open their eyes and see, what caught their sights was a mirror with a gloved hand outstretched towards them.
"Take the hand that appears in the mirror..."
They reached out towards it, but hesitated on the last second.
Why were they trying to grab the hand?
What was going on?
Soon the empty space had gotten cold, as the hand was suddenly engulfed by green flames....
Warmth
Was what they thought as their body starts shivering. Grabbing the hand was tempting, but they had doubts that surrounded them.
What's going to happen if they grabbed the hand?
Is it safe?
What were they doing here?
Although those questions had suddenly come to a halt as the thought of this entire thing being a dream had come across in their mind once more.
Nothing really bad is going to happen if I take the hand, right?
It was only a dream either way...
Making up their decision, they grabbed the hand, only to experience fatigue and soon drowsiness.
Just before their eyes closed once again...
They saw two bright golden lights, staring right at them...
It was as if it were eyes...
What a beautiful color...
Soon their consciousness faded to black and their body felt like it was being hugged by a warm summer breeze, with a touch of a mother's love...
What a wonderful dream...
A/N:
So that is the prologue, I am having problems with the way the texts are formatted. I dunno if it's just on my end, but I do hope you enjoyed reading!
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