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in which (Y/N), a girl with major trust issues and a past filled with trauma, reencoun...
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What happened in the spinning black sphere?
A couple of things.
1- (Y/N) had a weird hallucination and she swore she was on LSD.
As trippy as it was, all the spinning rainbow colours and flying baby heads had to stop eventually.
2- She found herself standing on a balcony, the very same one in which she gave that speech all those years ago.
The first thing she noticed was the millions of Astrals that were looking up at her from the ground. None of them held disgust or shame. They all looked... proud.
Why would they be proud? I killed them all, didn't I?
The next thing that met her eyes was what she was wearing. A huge ass dress, Mary Antoinette style. Although, unlike the usual pastel colours of the late queen's abnormally extra dresses, this one had dark patterns on it, matching with elbow-high dark gloves. A crown rested on her head, feeling unusually light compared to any other times she had tried her mothers crown on.
She also felt more... confident?
Like she deserved to stand there and wear the beautifully crafted piece of metal on her head. Like she deserved to stand there above her people as their ruler.
"(Y/N)," A voice which was usually venenous spoke, almost sounding soft. She whirled around, the large victorian dress swishing around with her as she flinched, immediately regretting moving so quickly due to the lung crushing corset.
As she looked up, her (E/C) eyes were met with her mother's. Choella, the same evil and cunning queen from all those years ago, actually had a smile on her face. A genuine smile.
"M- Mamá!" (Y/N) exclaimed, enduring the pain it took to run up to the woman and squash her in a hug.
The young Astral could not only see her, but she could touch her too. Something she never could if she went to the Necropolis or heard her voice in her had once she turned her power on. Her very own mother, who she hadn't been able to touch in over a thousand years, was standing right in front of her.
