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In the abandoned building a few miles from the Wilderwolf encampment, the Beast-Eyed Killer continues to sit at the front steps, chin resting in the palm of his right hand. An impatient look can be seen in his impression as his knees bob up and down restlessly.
Around him, his followers have refrained from their previous leisurely activities as they now surround the front of the building, leaning on the windows or standing outside on the front porch. In total, there are about twenty of these formidable looking, vicious thugs.
Suddenly, the Beast-Eyed Killer's bobbing leg stops and his jagged eyes narrow in concentration as he looks directly ahead of himself into the distance of the Thistle Forest. There, he could feel a disturbance in the barrier erected by the mysterious Magician of their employers, the lanky fellow who had just left several minutes ago.
The Beast-Eyed Killer didn't worry that this was an invader as he recognized that this disturbance was natural to the barrier. A sinister smile forms on his rough features as excitement boils down in him. The mission seems to have been successful.
His eyes glow further in the sight of the familiar form of Savre stepping into view, the barrier seemingly opening around his form to let him through. The Beast-Eyed Killer's eyes instantly travel to the fighting girl in the man's hands as she seems to scream and scratch at him, though no sound erupts from her lungs. His pleased, sinister smile grows confused though when he looks at the bundle of fur being carried in Savre's opposite hand which looks nothing more than a normal house cat. No, it was more accurate to call it a kitten, as it was still very small in size. The only unnatural aspect to this kitten was its glistening silver fur, that seemed much more luxurious than the fur on the average cat.
"Whats with the kitten, Savre?" The Beast-Eyed killer questioned with narrowed eyes.
"Don't be deceived by its harmless form. This thing is actually a Magical Beast!" Savre responds, just before he winds the hand carrying Lexa back and then swinging that same hand forward, releasing his grip on her, which sends the kitten arcing through the air towards his boss.
Lexa awakens to consciousness when she suddenly feels a great pain around her nimble neck and she lets out a series of gruff coughs. Opening her greenish-red eyes, she finds that she is being held by the neck by a man with frightening eyes and a scar that crosses the bridge of his nose. She also notices that she can speak again as her coughs reverberate in her ears clearly, which is both comforting and terrifying.
She suddenly feels her body forcefully turned around as the man holding drags her to face him, his jagged eyes seemingly studying her intently.
"Indeed, I can sense aura in it." The Beast-Eyed killer nods. "But its just a paltry beast. We'll sell it to some noble brat for a good price."
The Beast-Eyed killer didn't spare the kitten another glance after saying this as he shoved Lexa's dangling form into the hands of his nearest follower, who received her with panicked arms.
'Better play dead for now... Need to find a way to save Andria...' Lexa devises internally as she finds herself cradled in the hands of another man, deciding not to put up a fight just yet.
"Hand the brat over." The Beast-Eyed Killer finally stands up from his sitting position and takes slow steps down the wooden stairs on his path towards Savre and the girl hanging from his grasp.
Andria, who was still putting up a fight in Savre's hands, finally takes a look at the source of the rough sounding voice entering her ears and her eyes widen. This man had to be the scariest man she had ever seen, with his tall and muscular stature, his various, gruesome scars and eyes that were like the gaze of a vicious Magical Beast. Andria's couldn't help her fighting limbs from freezing, only shaking now.
The Beast-Eyes Killer was pleased with her frightened reaction and let out a cold, sinister laugh as he continued on his path.
Meanwhile, Savre looked at the girl who had been fighting for her life just minutes ago but had frozen like a stone and sneered. "Just a little noble brat after all!"
Without caring for her safety, Savre then threw Andria, much like he did with Leca. Except this time, his throw wasn't directed at his boss, but to the ground just in front of his boss. Andria's voice was finally freed from the Ghost Walker Medallion's area of effect, releasing in a frantic cry as her body tumbled cruelly on the dirt floor, the solid ground and jutting rocks cutting and bruising her fair skin.
A series of laughs broke out from the surrounding followers of the Beast-Eyed Killer as they took pleasure in the girl's pain. The Beast-Eyed Killer's feet came to a stop, as a pleased grin graced his features.
Lexa closed her hazy eyes and held back her emotions to the best of her small abilities... She felt so useless and various emotions boiled with her: anger, despair, fear... But most prominent was a feeling of guilt...
'If only I was stronger... If only I had escaped that tent when I could and notified everyone of the intruder!!...' Various thoughts came to her in this chaotic moment, and if she were a human, she would have been unable to stop the painful tears from flowing down her cheeks in droves.
With shaking limbs, Andria attempts to pull her aching body up from the ground, though only manages to get her upper body up as her two legs are too tired to push her any further. Her breath was coming out in low exhales as she looked with fearful eyes through her blond bangs at the sight of the terrifying man standing in front of her.
She would like nothing else to sprint away from this man, but her aching legs prevent her from doing so. Instead, she can only look on with trepidation as this man looks down at her with his sinister gaze, a playful grin on his lips.
It was then that the beastly, frightening man finally moved, his ragged hand reaching down at her like the claws of a great beast. Soon, her view was nearly entirely eclipsed in the darkness of this hand.
'No! Andria doesn't want to be hurt!!' Andria cried out internally, and now that she was finally free from the silencing of the Ghost Walker Medallion, used her ability to speak to rapidly growl out a chant.
The Beast-Eye Killer did not expect this frozen girl who was shaking like a dog with its tail dangling between its legs to suddenly act so decisively and was completely caught off guard when a sudden gust of win erupted from her mouth. This gust of wind was sharp and were like hundreds of needles as they dug into his skin. This was less of a calculated spell than a burst of desperation.
But in the end, he was a man at the peak of Spirit Rank and this small spell could only do surface damage, not even lasting a few seconds before his superior natural healing ability recovered all those minuscule wounds. Despite this, the Beast-Eyed Killer became immediately enraged and bellowed out in a growl that shook Andria to the core.
'It did nothing!...' Andria was truly beginning to feel despair when the Beast-Eyed Killer's ragged and scarred right hand captured her head, his palm squishing against her soft forehead, causing her to screech in pain.
"Looks like someone needs a lesson!!" The Beast-Eyed Killer lifted Andria with his five fingers encompassing her small head and made it so he was looking directly into those shaking violet pupils of hers as he spat out his threat.
"You're truly in trouble now." Savre laughed joyfully as he walked over to stand amidst other members of the Beast-Eyed Killers followers, all of who were also finding enjoyment out of the girl's misery.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you!" The Beast-Eyed Killer grinned.
Andria was young, but she wasn't naive enough to believe the words of someone like this. Especially considering all he's already and is doing right now. Instead, his words only caused her further grief.
"Instead I'm going to take away what you Upper-Class b*tches treasure the most!..." The Beast-Eyed Killer spoke directly in her ear when he said this, sending an eerie shiver down her spine that finally broke her as tears began to flow down her cheeks. Her whole face was turning pale in fear. "...Your hair!"
Slice!
Before Andria could even register the man's last words, she suddenly felt her heavy, flowing hair had rapidly turned lighter and she felt a sharp cut run across her upper back at the same time.
"Oops, I've never been the best barber..." The Beast-Eyed Killer chuckled darkly.
Andria looked on in despair as she saw several thin pieces of hair descend like feathers in the air before landing softly on the ground below. The remnants of her blond hair mixed in with the drops of blood dripping down her back, a wound she didn't even register in the thick of the moment.
With dull eyes, Andria just kept looking at those pieces of hair as the muted sound of laughs echoed around her. Inside her head, various memories were being played in rapid succession.
★★★
In the Wilderwolf estate extensive garden.
"Ah, Young Miss!" Nanny Drew cried out when the vision of a disgruntled Andria entered her sights. "I leave you for five seconds and you end up like this? You are so much trouble young lady!"
"It wasn't Andria's fault, Andria just wanted to pet the birdie!" Andria pouted as she pointed to a large, white and black feathered bird standing cockily upon a tree branch, Andria could sweat it gave her a snort when she pointed at it and couldn't help but feel even more gloomier. "Andria's didn't expect it to bite me, causing me to fall from the tree..."
"Ah, come here and let me clean you up." Nanny Drew sighed...
After treating her several small wounds and cleaning her of dirt with a little magic, Nanny Drew produced a fancy brush from her Magic Pocket, which she used to brush Andria's entangled and messy hair.
"You know, you have the most beautiful hair." Nanny Drew smiled warmly, tugging out a knot in the girl's hair, causing her to let out a little whelp of pain.
"Hmm." Andria nodded, though her head's movement was limited.
"That's why you have to take good care of yourself, what would your parents say if you suddenly came home with your hair in such a state!" Nanny Drew lectured.
"They'd probably fire you!" Andria joked, sticking her tongue out at her nanny.
"That's not funny!" Nanny Drew tugged on her hair a little harder than necessary, successfully shutting her laughing as she let out another whelp of pain. Nanny Drew smiled victoriously while Andria pouted. "So will you stop being so irresponsible then, hmm?"
"Andria understands." Andria pouted.
But this was probably the hundredth time she had been lectured as so...
★★★
"Ah, Daddy loves Little An's hair so muu~uch!" Alexander cooed. "Do you know why?"
"Because its so beautiful?" Andria rolled her eyes. "You've said this to Andria so many times!"
"There's that, but there's also another reason." Alexander said with a warm smile.
"Huh?" Andria tilted her head cutely and asked. "Then what is it Daddy?"
"Its because its identical to your mother's." Alexander ran his fingers through her long blond locks. "Just like your beautiful violet eyes that are also like hers. Its like I'm looking at a mini-Cyndria!"
"But I'm Andria, not Mummy!" Andria pouted, not having understood her father's words properly. Alexander just laughed and shook her hair with his large, warm hands.
"You'll understand one day."
★★★
In the Wilderwolf estate, Andria was being to sleep by her mother as she read her one of her favourite books. But by the time the book had been fully read, Andria's droopy eyes had yet to close as she stubbornly held onto consciousness.
"Andria doesn't want to go to bed yet." Andria complained, her little right hand rubbing against her drooping eye.
Cyndria, her mother, closed the book and settled it on the desk before turning to her beloved daughter with a kind smile. Leaning over, she brushed the bangs out of her big, doe eyes and spoke softly. "How about I tell you a story of how I met your father, then."
"Oh, Andria remembers this!" Andria chirped. "Mummy fell on him!"
"Hehe, that's right." Cyndria chuckled, her violet eyes crescent's like the moon above. "I was being chased by a bunch of nasty bullies I had caught picking on some poor kids. Being the heroic woman I am, I went to stop them. But I was only young then, and these boys were older and there were quite a few of them. So I only ended up winding them up..."
"Then Mummy ran away and those baddies chased you!"
"Yep. I was running as if my life depended on it, up steeps hills and over high buildings. Until eventually, when I was leaping from one building in particular, I smashed straight into your daddy!" cyndria laughed.
"Daddy said he got mad and tried to capture you too." Andria remembered her Daddies tale of this story as he had also told her this many times as well.
"Please, more like he wanted to kill me dead. That was until he was blinded by my beauty." Cyndria exaggeratedly swept a hand through her shoulder length blond hair, garnering a laugh from her daughter. "But seriously, he wanted to find me to compensate him for his suit that I had ruined by making him spill some liquid on it, so he spent days looking for me, with the only clue on me being my blond hair as he had only seen me from behind as I quickly ran away. It turned out he didn't have to look far as we both went to the same Academy. I was rather poor at that time, so instead of paying him back, he requested that I make him lunch every day for dinner. It was only later when I caught on to the fact that this was so he could hang out with me, hehehe... He says that it was my hair that had first attracted him to me, those and my violet eyes."
"Yeah, Daddy says he thought you were angel!"
"And now, you have also inherited my blond hair and violet eyes. You truly are our little angel." Cyndria placed her forehead against her daughter and smiled into her violet eyes that were much like hers and brushed her fingers across the hair that was much like her own as well.
"But Andria doesn't want to be an angel!" Andria pouted.
"Oh, what does our Little An want to be then?" Cyndria laughed sweetly.
"Andria wants to be a great Magician like Lexa, the Shooting Star!" Andria pumped her little fist. "Andria wants to be strong... Then Andria can protect... Mummy and Daddy, like... how you... protect Andria!"
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"That's a great dream..." Cyndria kissed Andria's forehead and caressed her rosy cheek as she finally drifted off to a peaceful sleep. "...Our little angel."
★★★
Andria's arms and legs turned limp and her pupils turned hollow as her eyes constantly gazed downwards at her shaven hair as her fear completely overtook her, leaving only hollowness and a deeply rooted despair.
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In the abandoned building a few miles from the Wilderwolf encampment, the Beast-Eyed Killer continues to sit at the front steps, chin resting in the palm of his right hand. An impatient look can be seen in his impression as his knees bob up and down restlessly.
Around him, his followers have refrained from their previous leisurely activities as they now surround the front of the building, leaning on the windows or standing outside on the front porch. In total, there are about twenty of these formidable looking, vicious thugs.
Suddenly, the Beast-Eyed Killer's bobbing leg stops and his jagged eyes narrow in concentration as he looks directly ahead of himself into the distance of the Thistle Forest. There, he could feel a disturbance in the barrier erected by the mysterious Magician of their employers, the lanky fellow who had just left several minutes ago.
The Beast-Eyed Killer didn't worry that this was an invader as he recognized that this disturbance was natural to the barrier. A sinister smile forms on his rough features as excitement boils down in him. The mission seems to have been successful.
His eyes glow further in the sight of the familiar form of Savre stepping into view, the barrier seemingly opening around his form to let him through. The Beast-Eyed Killer's eyes instantly travel to the fighting girl in the man's hands as she seems to scream and scratch at him, though no sound erupts from her lungs. His pleased, sinister smile grows confused though when he looks at the bundle of fur being carried in Savre's opposite hand which looks nothing more than a normal house cat. No, it was more accurate to call it a kitten, as it was still very small in size. The only unnatural aspect to this kitten was its glistening silver fur, that seemed much more luxurious than the fur on the average cat.
"Whats with the kitten, Savre?" The Beast-Eyed killer questioned with narrowed eyes.
"Don't be deceived by its harmless form. This thing is actually a Magical Beast!" Savre responds, just before he winds the hand carrying Lexa back and then swinging that same hand forward, releasing his grip on her, which sends the kitten arcing through the air towards his boss.
Lexa awakens to consciousness when she suddenly feels a great pain around her nimble neck and she lets out a series of gruff coughs. Opening her greenish-red eyes, she finds that she is being held by the neck by a man with frightening eyes and a scar that crosses the bridge of his nose. She also notices that she can speak again as her coughs reverberate in her ears clearly, which is both comforting and terrifying.
She suddenly feels her body forcefully turned around as the man holding drags her to face him, his jagged eyes seemingly studying her intently.
"Indeed, I can sense aura in it." The Beast-Eyed killer nods. "But its just a paltry beast. We'll sell it to some noble brat for a good price."
The Beast-Eyed killer didn't spare the kitten another glance after saying this as he shoved Lexa's dangling form into the hands of his nearest follower, who received her with panicked arms.
'Better play dead for now... Need to find a way to save Andria...' Lexa devises internally as she finds herself cradled in the hands of another man, deciding not to put up a fight just yet.
"Hand the brat over." The Beast-Eyed Killer finally stands up from his sitting position and takes slow steps down the wooden stairs on his path towards Savre and the girl hanging from his grasp.
Andria, who was still putting up a fight in Savre's hands, finally takes a look at the source of the rough sounding voice entering her ears and her eyes widen. This man had to be the scariest man she had ever seen, with his tall and muscular stature, his various, gruesome scars and eyes that were like the gaze of a vicious Magical Beast. Andria's couldn't help her fighting limbs from freezing, only shaking now.
The Beast-Eyes Killer was pleased with her frightened reaction and let out a cold, sinister laugh as he continued on his path.
Meanwhile, Savre looked at the girl who had been fighting for her life just minutes ago but had frozen like a stone and sneered. "Just a little noble brat after all!"
Without caring for her safety, Savre then threw Andria, much like he did with Leca. Except this time, his throw wasn't directed at his boss, but to the ground just in front of his boss. Andria's voice was finally freed from the Ghost Walker Medallion's area of effect, releasing in a frantic cry as her body tumbled cruelly on the dirt floor, the solid ground and jutting rocks cutting and bruising her fair skin.
A series of laughs broke out from the surrounding followers of the Beast-Eyed Killer as they took pleasure in the girl's pain. The Beast-Eyed Killer's feet came to a stop, as a pleased grin graced his features.
Lexa closed her hazy eyes and held back her emotions to the best of her small abilities... She felt so useless and various emotions boiled with her: anger, despair, fear... But most prominent was a feeling of guilt...
'If only I was stronger... If only I had escaped that tent when I could and notified everyone of the intruder!!...' Various thoughts came to her in this chaotic moment, and if she were a human, she would have been unable to stop the painful tears from flowing down her cheeks in droves.
With shaking limbs, Andria attempts to pull her aching body up from the ground, though only manages to get her upper body up as her two legs are too tired to push her any further. Her breath was coming out in low exhales as she looked with fearful eyes through her blond bangs at the sight of the terrifying man standing in front of her.
She would like nothing else to sprint away from this man, but her aching legs prevent her from doing so. Instead, she can only look on with trepidation as this man looks down at her with his sinister gaze, a playful grin on his lips.
It was then that the beastly, frightening man finally moved, his ragged hand reaching down at her like the claws of a great beast. Soon, her view was nearly entirely eclipsed in the darkness of this hand.
'No! Andria doesn't want to be hurt!!' Andria cried out internally, and now that she was finally free from the silencing of the Ghost Walker Medallion, used her ability to speak to rapidly growl out a chant.
The Beast-Eye Killer did not expect this frozen girl who was shaking like a dog with its tail dangling between its legs to suddenly act so decisively and was completely caught off guard when a sudden gust of win erupted from her mouth. This gust of wind was sharp and were like hundreds of needles as they dug into his skin. This was less of a calculated spell than a burst of desperation.
But in the end, he was a man at the peak of Spirit Rank and this small spell could only do surface damage, not even lasting a few seconds before his superior natural healing ability recovered all those minuscule wounds. Despite this, the Beast-Eyed Killer became immediately enraged and bellowed out in a growl that shook Andria to the core.
'It did nothing!...' Andria was truly beginning to feel despair when the Beast-Eyed Killer's ragged and scarred right hand captured her head, his palm squishing against her soft forehead, causing her to screech in pain.
"Looks like someone needs a lesson!!" The Beast-Eyed Killer lifted Andria with his five fingers encompassing her small head and made it so he was looking directly into those shaking violet pupils of hers as he spat out his threat.
"You're truly in trouble now." Savre laughed joyfully as he walked over to stand amidst other members of the Beast-Eyed Killers followers, all of who were also finding enjoyment out of the girl's misery.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you!" The Beast-Eyed Killer grinned.
Andria was young, but she wasn't naive enough to believe the words of someone like this. Especially considering all he's already and is doing right now. Instead, his words only caused her further grief.
"Instead I'm going to take away what you Upper-Class b*tches treasure the most!..." The Beast-Eyed Killer spoke directly in her ear when he said this, sending an eerie shiver down her spine that finally broke her as tears began to flow down her cheeks. Her whole face was turning pale in fear. "...Your hair!"
Slice!
Before Andria could even register the man's last words, she suddenly felt her heavy, flowing hair had rapidly turned lighter and she felt a sharp cut run across her upper back at the same time.
"Oops, I've never been the best barber..." The Beast-Eyed Killer chuckled darkly.
Andria looked on in despair as she saw several thin pieces of hair descend like feathers in the air before landing softly on the ground below. The remnants of her blond hair mixed in with the drops of blood dripping down her back, a wound she didn't even register in the thick of the moment.
With dull eyes, Andria just kept looking at those pieces of hair as the muted sound of laughs echoed around her. Inside her head, various memories were being played in rapid succession.
★★★
In the Wilderwolf estate extensive garden.
"Ah, Young Miss!" Nanny Drew cried out when the vision of a disgruntled Andria entered her sights. "I leave you for five seconds and you end up like this? You are so much trouble young lady!"
"It wasn't Andria's fault, Andria just wanted to pet the birdie!" Andria pouted as she pointed to a large, white and black feathered bird standing cockily upon a tree branch, Andria could sweat it gave her a snort when she pointed at it and couldn't help but feel even more gloomier. "Andria's didn't expect it to bite me, causing me to fall from the tree..."
"Ah, come here and let me clean you up." Nanny Drew sighed...
After treating her several small wounds and cleaning her of dirt with a little magic, Nanny Drew produced a fancy brush from her Magic Pocket, which she used to brush Andria's entangled and messy hair.
"You know, you have the most beautiful hair." Nanny Drew smiled warmly, tugging out a knot in the girl's hair, causing her to let out a little whelp of pain.
"Hmm." Andria nodded, though her head's movement was limited.
"That's why you have to take good care of yourself, what would your parents say if you suddenly came home with your hair in such a state!" Nanny Drew lectured.
"They'd probably fire you!" Andria joked, sticking her tongue out at her nanny.
"That's not funny!" Nanny Drew tugged on her hair a little harder than necessary, successfully shutting her laughing as she let out another whelp of pain. Nanny Drew smiled victoriously while Andria pouted. "So will you stop being so irresponsible then, hmm?"
"Andria understands." Andria pouted.
But this was probably the hundredth time she had been lectured as so...
★★★
"Ah, Daddy loves Little An's hair so muu~uch!" Alexander cooed. "Do you know why?"
"Because its so beautiful?" Andria rolled her eyes. "You've said this to Andria so many times!"
"There's that, but there's also another reason." Alexander said with a warm smile.
"Huh?" Andria tilted her head cutely and asked. "Then what is it Daddy?"
"Its because its identical to your mother's." Alexander ran his fingers through her long blond locks. "Just like your beautiful violet eyes that are also like hers. Its like I'm looking at a mini-Cyndria!"
"But I'm Andria, not Mummy!" Andria pouted, not having understood her father's words properly. Alexander just laughed and shook her hair with his large, warm hands.
"You'll understand one day."
★★★
In the Wilderwolf estate, Andria was being to sleep by her mother as she read her one of her favourite books. But by the time the book had been fully read, Andria's droopy eyes had yet to close as she stubbornly held onto consciousness.
"Andria doesn't want to go to bed yet." Andria complained, her little right hand rubbing against her drooping eye.
Cyndria, her mother, closed the book and settled it on the desk before turning to her beloved daughter with a kind smile. Leaning over, she brushed the bangs out of her big, doe eyes and spoke softly. "How about I tell you a story of how I met your father, then."
"Oh, Andria remembers this!" Andria chirped. "Mummy fell on him!"
"Hehe, that's right." Cyndria chuckled, her violet eyes crescent's like the moon above. "I was being chased by a bunch of nasty bullies I had caught picking on some poor kids. Being the heroic woman I am, I went to stop them. But I was only young then, and these boys were older and there were quite a few of them. So I only ended up winding them up..."
"Then Mummy ran away and those baddies chased you!"
"Yep. I was running as if my life depended on it, up steeps hills and over high buildings. Until eventually, when I was leaping from one building in particular, I smashed straight into your daddy!" cyndria laughed.
"Daddy said he got mad and tried to capture you too." Andria remembered her Daddies tale of this story as he had also told her this many times as well.
"Please, more like he wanted to kill me dead. That was until he was blinded by my beauty." Cyndria exaggeratedly swept a hand through her shoulder length blond hair, garnering a laugh from her daughter. "But seriously, he wanted to find me to compensate him for his suit that I had ruined by making him spill some liquid on it, so he spent days looking for me, with the only clue on me being my blond hair as he had only seen me from behind as I quickly ran away. It turned out he didn't have to look far as we both went to the same Academy. I was rather poor at that time, so instead of paying him back, he requested that I make him lunch every day for dinner. It was only later when I caught on to the fact that this was so he could hang out with me, hehehe... He says that it was my hair that had first attracted him to me, those and my violet eyes."
"Yeah, Daddy says he thought you were angel!"
"And now, you have also inherited my blond hair and violet eyes. You truly are our little angel." Cyndria placed her forehead against her daughter and smiled into her violet eyes that were much like hers and brushed her fingers across the hair that was much like her own as well.
"But Andria doesn't want to be an angel!" Andria pouted.
"Oh, what does our Little An want to be then?" Cyndria laughed sweetly.
"Andria wants to be a great Magician like Lexa, the Shooting Star!" Andria pumped her little fist. "Andria wants to be strong... Then Andria can protect... Mummy and Daddy, like... how you... protect Andria!"
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"That's a great dream..." Cyndria kissed Andria's forehead and caressed her rosy cheek as she finally drifted off to a peaceful sleep. "...Our little angel."
★★★
Andria's arms and legs turned limp and her pupils turned hollow as her eyes constantly gazed downwards at her shaven hair as her fear completely overtook her, leaving only hollowness and a deeply rooted despair.
