Story Commission: SusuMirukuBuni looked out of her bedroom window at the children playing. They looked so happy, so carefree. They had no idea what it was like to have no friends, to be forever lonely and to have only your own mind as company.
Her parents had left her in this house alone. She did not know if they were alive or dead. It did not really matter to her since they had never been with her from the moment she would have been able to remember them.
She looked back towards the laughing children. They were all around thirteen and had always had their parents there to comfort them if they cried, to console, motivate and carry them through hardships. Why then, was she destined to be on her own? Was she that much of a burden even at birth to her parents? All she could thank them for was a huge amount of money they left her with which included this large house and a horde of caretakers. The money and comfort she could live without if it meant she could have her parents to love.
As much a
Story commission: Rini-tanPandora was a duchess but you would never expect such a fact by the way the townspeople treated her. She was not royalty but her father had been closely bonded with the king until his death long ago.
The townspeople however thought of her as a bad omen, a walking nightmare. Bad luck followed wherever she went and they knew she was hiding something from them, something dire but they could never prove it.
Pandora sat on a bench, the citizens of the town walking swiftly by her. The ones with shops set up eyed her angrily and worryingly. She sighed and pulled her rosy hair to the front of her chest and began to stroke it in a tense habit.
She knew bad luck followed her but it was something that she had no power over. It was a curse set upon her for a bad deed that she had done as a child. It was a secret she kept locked inside of her mind, never wishing to let it out for the world to know.
She was not as innocent as people assumed her to be. They assumed she was just bad luck, which
Chapter 11: KittenButter watched on as Haru rubbed her arms again and again.
“Are you alright?”
Butter couldn’t help but feel choked by life and its burdens. The dream she had seemed so real, and out of everything she learned, she still had more questions than answers. What had she done wrong? Why was her brother always in harm’s way? Why couldn't she protect him?
She felt like she should tell Scotch about her dream, but she knew it would only frighten him. How long could she keep him in the dark? Surely if she was in his predicament she would want to know. However, Scotch was weaker than Butter, both physically and mentally. The news would just crush him.
As the blue point looked down at her, she couldn’t help but feel sour towards him and his role in her life, yet a little part of her was saddened. His fate was to be killed, not for being corrupt but for the slim chance that he could turn evil. She could not fathom killing someone who had done no wrong, that had committed