O fair maiden
How your everyday has withered
Your peaceful, mundane life shattered
Your eyes to existence you know is no more
But worry not little girl
For 'they' will assist you
Never abandoning
You will find friends there
But how shall your pure heart not waver
For what 'they' do
You shall hate it
Yet the bonds with them makes you stay
Tread between choices, woman
One or many
Vengeance or forgiveness
The spear or the shield
So grasp your inner self, Alicia
With I, within your soul
I, who has taken its place in you
Granting the eternal flame
That takes your soul, not by your will
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an: my friend suggested making a poem as a description. Now I will put it here.
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Wizards of the Otherworldly Court: Alicia Part 1
Fantasy"Why are my hands getting warmer?" As far as Alicia was concerned, she was the daughter of a rich businessman attending high school. Then, she feels off and at the same time, she's not. One week later, her best friend brought her to another world(s)...
