I Put Way Too Much Work Into This

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Clothes, fraying at the seems.

But it didn't matter if they were torn or not, as the clothes would still mark the girl to her correct environ.

The flora made sure of that.

And even if her clothes were torn, a variegated look of amusement and joy played on her face.

She'd always revere them as they were always trustworthy.

At least that's what the reveries said.

It was a terrible place that the girl had arrived in, cold and damp, the water itself was hardly saturated, but she kept going, wanting, no, needing to see if it was really true.

A new woman had come into the picture, and she, Naveh, was inept at most everything.

Naveh had now been in solitude for the fifth day, her last mistake far worse than the others.

The pendulum. The pendulum had been taken.

The girl had today been finally happy that she was still dual of arms, now that she was carrying it. 'It'; the thing that would tell her the truth.

After a tiresome deliberation, they realized that they would have to legitimately spend time into searching for that... fiend of a being.

After impertinent days and a dwindling health, Naveh was let free, and she made it her full purpose to search for that gi- fiend, as they always say. Yes, as they say.

Naveh stayed innocuous, not wanting the shocked girl to know of anything.

Her personality, the one she has used the past months, turned contemptuous, a misleading, manipulating shock to the girl, still with her tattered clothes.

The lighter, incendiary as it always had been, was thrown at the girl, as Naveh turned towards the back of the structure.

The house was desecrated, the girls arms, too, something she had worked so hard on.

The girl was inflicted with pain, physical and mental.

'Even something of medicinal properties could and would never help I', she thought, as she laid on the cold hard floor, soon to be burning.

This was just the overture of their world, the beginning, and it would not come to a close for a very long time.