All stories begin with "Once upon a time..."
Charlotte Luchessi's a girl unlike any have seen. With a fast-thinking mind and many skills and talents up her sleeve, nothing could take her down!
But something does; an event that had left her scarred...
~previously~ "This is not going to end well..." .... "I'll do anything to get the expulsion rescinded." .... "You're given one night. Come to me with a magic Crystal by tomorrow morning, or face your expulsion." ——————————— I smiled as I watched her through my orb. It's only her first day there and already it's been a whirlwind of events....
Charlotte....
I hummed, smiling at her, watching as she and her friends passed through the Dark Mirror to complete their quest.
"Good Luck, Charlotte. I've faith in you and your comrades." ——————————
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I opened my eyes. And there was the Dwarf's Mine. Damn, straight out of the movie too!
"So this is the Dwarf's Mine..." Deuce murmured, scanning the place. "It used to be prosperous thanks to magic crystal mining but..."
"Feels like something could jump out..." Grim whimpered, curling into my stomach for safety.
"Oi, there's a house back there. Let's go ask them about the mine." Ace pointed at the quaint cottage just a few feet away.
We started walking. ——————————
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Deuce knocked and opened the door. "Good evening....I guess it's abandoned. It's a mess in here." One by one, we entered the cottage.
"Puwah! Got a spider web in my face!" Grim kept spitting, swatting at his face.
"Hey, those tables and chairs on the small side: are they for kids?" Ace asked, pushing on one of the chairs lightly. "One, two...there's seven! So many!"
"This was probably a lively home when the Mine flourished." Deuce guessed.
'Nah, I'm pretty sure it was something else...' I said in my mind, feeling an odd sense of dread and childhood nostalgia. Something felt...off....
