ch-3 we finally reached

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A/n: hey devils so I am not sure where this story will be headed I make this on the spot and no I do not plan any shit so there is a chance you guys won't understand few parts.
⚠️mention of vulger language ⚠️
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No one's pov:

As your melody came to an end you looked at the sky for the atmosphere around was calm, the breeze hitting you gently swaying your hair, the crickets melody calming your ears, the scent of the water giving peace to your mind, you closed your eyes taking in everything that the surrounding provided however this feeling escaped when you heard a crack of a stick breaking, the peace you were in was gone and now you were on guard unfortunately you had left the sword in the house, hopping of the branch you stayed low as you scanned the area and spotted a green scroll under the tree that you were seated before getting disturbed, you slowly walked toward it and read as you picked it up.

'𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓾𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓳𝓸𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓼𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓹 𝓱𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓪 𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓘'𝓶 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓭𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓽......𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓽.'

You looked around to see who kept the scroll here that's when you spotted something.....more like someone you got a clear look of her, she had milky quartz hair with Amethyst eyes almost like a maiden her hair moved to and fro due to the gust of wind that surrounded both of you. She smiled at you and started walking away when you tried to follow she vanished like a magician, tired you went back to the house with the scroll you then closed the front door as you enter the house and made your way to the bedroom, on opening the bedroom door you kept the flute and the scroll on top of your haori and went to bed, somehow you managed to get sleep as you drifted away.

"̷Y̷/̷n̷ ̷d̷̷o̷ ̷y̷̷o̷̷u̷ ̷w̷a̷̷n̷̷t̷ ̷t̷̷o̷ ̷k̷̷n̷̷o̷̷w̷ a̷ ̷s̷̷e̷̷c̷̷r̷̷e̷̷t̷ ̷t̷̷h̷a̷̷t̷ ̷m̷a̷̷y̷ a̷̷n̷̷s̷̷w̷̷e̷̷r̷ ̷w̷̷h̷̷y̷ ̷y̷̷o̷̷u̷̷r̷ ̷m̷̷o̷̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷ ̷d̷̷e̷̷s̷̷p̷̷i̷̷s̷̷e̷̷s̷ ̷y̷̷o̷̷u̷?" ̷A̷ ̷v̷̷o̷̷i̷̷c̷̷e̷ ̷c̷a̷̷l̷̷l̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷o̷̷u̷̷t̷ ̷i̷̷n̷ ̷y̷̷o̷̷u̷̷r̷ ̷h̷̷e̷a̷̷d̷

" ̷m̷̷h̷̷m̷ ̷w̷̷h̷a̷̷t̷ ̷i̷̷s̷ ̷t̷̷h̷a̷̷t̷ ̷s̷̷e̷̷c̷̷r̷̷e̷̷t̷ ̷C̷̷h̷̷i̷̷c̷̷h̷̷i̷̷o̷̷y̷a̷?" ̷A̷ ̷l̷̷i̷̷t̷̷t̷̷l̷̷e̷ ̷v̷̷o̷̷i̷̷c̷̷e̷ a̷̷s̷̷k̷̷e̷̷d̷

" ̷b̷̷e̷̷f̷̷o̷̷r̷̷e̷ ̷m̷a̷̷r̷̷r̷̷y̷̷i̷̷n̷̷g̷ ̷m̷̷e̷ ̷y̷̷o̷̷u̷̷r̷ ̷m̷̷o̷̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷ ̷w̷a̷̷s̷ a̷̷l̷̷r̷̷e̷a̷̷d̷̷y̷ ̷m̷a̷̷r̷̷r̷̷i̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷t̷̷o̷ a̷̷n̷̷o̷̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷ ̷m̷a̷̷n̷, ̷h̷̷e̷ ̷h̷a̷̷d̷ a̷ ̷m̷a̷̷r̷̷k̷ a̷̷r̷̷o̷̷u̷̷n̷̷d̷ ̷h̷̷i̷̷s̷ ̷n̷̷e̷̷c̷̷k̷ ̷j̷̷u̷̷s̷̷t̷ ̷l̷̷i̷̷k̷̷e̷ ̷y̷̷o̷̷u̷̷r̷̷s̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷y̷'̷r̷̷e̷ ̷p̷a̷̷r̷̷e̷̷n̷̷t̷̷s̷ ̷n̷̷e̷̷v̷̷e̷̷r̷ a̷̷l̷̷l̷̷o̷̷w̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷m̷ ̷t̷̷o̷ ̷m̷a̷̷r̷̷r̷̷y̷ ̷e̷a̷̷c̷̷h̷̷o̷̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷, ̷d̷̷e̷̷s̷̷p̷̷i̷̷t̷̷e̷ ̷i̷̷t̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷y̷ ̷g̷̷o̷̷t̷ ̷m̷a̷̷r̷̷r̷̷i̷̷e̷̷d̷ a̷̷n̷̷d̷ ̷h̷a̷̷d̷ a̷ ̷b̷a̷̷b̷̷y̷ ̷b̷̷o̷̷y̷ ̷h̷̷o̷̷w̷̷e̷̷v̷̷e̷̷r̷ ̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷ ̷m̷̷o̷̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷-̷i̷̷n̷-̷l̷a̷̷w̷ ̷f̷̷o̷̷u̷̷n̷̷d̷ ̷o̷̷u̷̷t̷ ̷w̷̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷̷e̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷y̷ ̷h̷a̷̷d̷ ̷r̷̷u̷̷n̷ a̷̷w̷a̷̷y̷ a̷̷n̷̷d̷ a̷̷b̷̷o̷̷u̷̷t̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷i̷̷r̷ ̷s̷̷m̷a̷̷l̷̷l̷ ̷f̷a̷̷m̷̷i̷̷l̷̷y̷ ̷f̷̷u̷̷r̷̷i̷̷o̷̷u̷̷s̷ ̷s̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷b̷̷u̷̷r̷̷n̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷h̷̷o̷̷u̷̷s̷̷e̷ ̷y̷̷o̷̷u̷̷r̷ ̷m̷̷o̷̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷ ̷w̷a̷̷s̷ ̷i̷̷n̷ ̷I̷ ̷w̷a̷̷s̷ ̷j̷̷u̷̷s̷̷t̷ ̷p̷a̷̷s̷̷s̷̷i̷̷n̷̷g̷ ̷b̷̷y̷ ̷b̷̷u̷̷t̷ ̷s̷̷e̷̷e̷̷i̷̷n̷̷g̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷f̷̷i̷̷r̷̷e̷ ̷I̷ ̷l̷̷o̷̷o̷̷k̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷f̷̷o̷̷r̷ ̷s̷̷u̷̷r̷̷v̷̷i̷̷v̷̷o̷̷r̷̷s̷ a̷̷s̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷v̷̷i̷̷l̷̷l̷a̷̷g̷̷e̷̷r̷̷s̷ a̷̷l̷̷s̷̷o̷ ̷n̷̷o̷̷t̷̷i̷̷c̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷r̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷f̷̷l̷a̷̷m̷̷e̷̷s̷ ̷I̷ ̷m̷a̷̷n̷a̷̷g̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷t̷̷o̷ ̷g̷̷e̷̷t̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷b̷̷o̷̷y̷ a̷̷n̷̷d̷ ̷y̷̷o̷̷u̷̷r̷ ̷m̷̷o̷̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷ ̷b̷̷u̷̷t̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷m̷a̷̷n̷ ̷d̷̷i̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷i̷̷n̷̷s̷̷i̷̷d̷̷e̷, ̷y̷̷o̷̷u̷̷r̷ ̷m̷̷o̷̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷ ̷w̷a̷̷s̷ ̷d̷̷e̷̷v̷a̷̷s̷̷t̷a̷̷t̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷ ̷p̷a̷̷r̷̷e̷̷n̷̷t̷̷s̷ ̷s̷a̷̷w̷ ̷m̷̷e̷ a̷̷s̷ a̷ ̷k̷̷i̷̷n̷̷d̷ ̷m̷a̷̷n̷ a̷̷n̷̷d̷ ̷w̷a̷̷n̷̷t̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷t̷̷o̷ ̷r̷̷e̷̷p̷a̷̷y̷ ̷f̷̷o̷̷r̷ ̷s̷a̷̷v̷̷i̷̷n̷̷g̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷i̷̷r̷ ̷d̷a̷̷u̷̷g̷̷h̷̷t̷̷e̷̷r̷'̷s̷ ̷l̷̷i̷̷f̷̷e̷ ̷s̷̷o̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷y̷ ̷d̷̷e̷̷c̷̷i̷̷d̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷t̷̷o̷ a̷̷r̷̷r̷a̷̷n̷̷g̷̷e̷ a̷ ̷m̷a̷̷r̷̷r̷̷i̷a̷̷g̷̷e̷ ̷b̷̷e̷̷t̷̷w̷̷e̷̷e̷̷n̷ ̷m̷̷e̷ a̷̷n̷̷d̷ ̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷." ̷T̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷v̷̷o̷̷i̷̷c̷̷e̷ ̷w̷̷h̷̷o̷ a̷̷p̷̷p̷a̷̷r̷̷e̷̷n̷̷t̷̷l̷̷y̷ ̷w̷a̷̷s̷ ̷y̷̷o̷̷u̷̷r̷ ̷f̷a̷̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷ ̷s̷̷t̷a̷̷t̷̷e̷̷d̷" ̷b̷̷e̷̷f̷̷o̷̷r̷̷e̷ ̷m̷a̷̷r̷̷r̷̷y̷̷i̷̷n̷̷g̷ ̷m̷̷e̷ ̷y̷̷o̷̷u̷̷r̷ ̷m̷̷o̷̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷ ̷w̷a̷̷s̷ a̷̷l̷̷r̷̷e̷a̷̷d̷̷y̷ ̷m̷a̷̷r̷̷r̷̷i̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷t̷̷o̷ a̷̷n̷̷o̷̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷ ̷m̷a̷̷n̷, ̷h̷̷e̷ ̷h̷a̷̷d̷ a̷ ̷m̷a̷̷r̷̷k̷ a̷̷r̷̷o̷̷u̷̷n̷̷d̷ ̷h̷̷i̷̷s̷ ̷n̷̷e̷̷c̷̷k̷ ̷j̷̷u̷̷s̷̷t̷ ̷l̷̷i̷̷k̷̷e̷ ̷y̷̷o̷̷u̷̷r̷̷s̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷y̷'̷r̷̷e̷ ̷p̷a̷̷r̷̷e̷̷n̷̷t̷̷s̷ ̷n̷̷e̷̷v̷̷e̷̷r̷ a̷̷l̷̷l̷̷o̷̷w̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷m̷ ̷t̷̷o̷ ̷m̷a̷̷r̷̷r̷̷y̷ ̷e̷a̷̷c̷̷h̷̷o̷̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷, ̷d̷̷e̷̷s̷̷p̷̷i̷̷t̷̷e̷ ̷i̷̷t̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷y̷ ̷g̷̷o̷̷t̷ ̷m̷a̷̷r̷̷r̷̷i̷̷e̷̷d̷ a̷̷n̷̷d̷ ̷h̷a̷̷d̷ a̷ ̷b̷a̷̷b̷̷y̷ ̷b̷̷o̷̷y̷ ̷h̷̷o̷̷w̷̷e̷̷v̷̷e̷̷r̷ ̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷ ̷m̷̷o̷̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷-̷i̷̷n̷-̷l̷a̷̷w̷ ̷f̷̷o̷̷u̷̷n̷̷d̷ ̷o̷̷u̷̷t̷ ̷w̷̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷̷e̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷y̷ ̷h̷a̷̷d̷ ̷r̷̷u̷̷n̷ a̷̷w̷a̷̷y̷ a̷̷n̷̷d̷ a̷̷b̷̷o̷̷u̷̷t̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷i̷̷r̷ ̷s̷̷m̷a̷̷l̷̷l̷ ̷f̷a̷̷m̷̷i̷̷l̷̷y̷ ̷f̷̷u̷̷r̷̷i̷̷o̷̷u̷̷s̷ ̷s̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷b̷̷u̷̷r̷̷n̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷h̷̷o̷̷u̷̷s̷̷e̷ ̷y̷̷o̷̷u̷̷r̷ ̷m̷̷o̷̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷ ̷w̷a̷̷s̷ ̷i̷̷n̷ ̷I̷ ̷w̷a̷̷s̷ ̷j̷̷u̷̷s̷̷t̷ ̷p̷a̷̷s̷̷s̷̷i̷̷n̷̷g̷ ̷b̷̷y̷ ̷b̷̷u̷̷t̷ ̷s̷̷e̷̷e̷̷i̷̷n̷̷g̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷f̷̷i̷̷r̷̷e̷ ̷I̷ ̷l̷̷o̷̷o̷̷k̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷f̷̷o̷̷r̷ ̷s̷̷u̷̷r̷̷v̷̷i̷̷v̷̷o̷̷r̷̷s̷ a̷̷s̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷v̷̷i̷̷l̷̷l̷a̷̷g̷̷e̷̷r̷̷s̷ a̷̷l̷̷s̷̷o̷ ̷n̷̷o̷̷t̷̷i̷̷c̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷r̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷f̷̷l̷a̷̷m̷̷e̷̷s̷ ̷I̷ ̷m̷a̷̷n̷a̷̷g̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷t̷̷o̷ ̷g̷̷e̷̷t̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷b̷̷o̷̷y̷ a̷̷n̷̷d̷ ̷y̷̷o̷̷u̷̷r̷ ̷m̷̷o̷̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷ ̷b̷̷u̷̷t̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷m̷a̷̷n̷ ̷d̷̷i̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷i̷̷n̷̷s̷̷i̷̷d̷̷e̷, ̷y̷̷o̷̷u̷̷r̷ ̷m̷̷o̷̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷ ̷w̷a̷̷s̷ ̷d̷̷e̷̷v̷a̷̷s̷̷t̷a̷̷t̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷ ̷p̷a̷̷r̷̷e̷̷n̷̷t̷̷s̷ ̷s̷a̷̷w̷ ̷m̷̷e̷ a̷̷s̷ a̷ ̷k̷̷i̷̷n̷̷d̷ ̷m̷a̷̷n̷ a̷̷n̷̷d̷ ̷w̷a̷̷n̷̷t̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷t̷̷o̷ ̷r̷̷e̷̷p̷a̷̷y̷ ̷f̷̷o̷̷r̷ ̷s̷a̷̷v̷̷i̷̷n̷̷g̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷i̷̷r̷ ̷d̷a̷̷u̷̷g̷̷h̷̷t̷̷e̷̷r̷'̷s̷ ̷l̷̷i̷̷f̷̷e̷ ̷s̷̷o̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷y̷ ̷d̷̷e̷̷c̷̷i̷̷d̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷t̷̷o̷ a̷̷r̷̷r̷a̷̷n̷̷g̷̷e̷ a̷ ̷m̷a̷̷r̷̷r̷̷i̷a̷̷g̷̷e̷ ̷b̷̷e̷̷t̷̷w̷̷e̷̷e̷̷n̷ ̷m̷̷e̷ a̷̷n̷̷d̷ ̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷." ̷T̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷v̷̷o̷̷i̷̷c̷̷e̷ ̷w̷̷h̷̷o̷ a̷̷p̷̷p̷a̷̷r̷̷e̷̷n̷̷t̷̷l̷̷y̷ ̷w̷a̷̷s̷ ̷y̷̷o̷̷u̷̷r̷ ̷f̷a̷̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷ ̷s̷̷t̷a̷̷t̷̷e̷̷d̷

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