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behappyhere2014-09-13 07:45 pm
no_longer_a_king) wrote in behappyhere2014-09-13 07:45 pm
ITP: Freedom
Yet again, a door opened somewhere. Yet again, a person who once called the Tower of Animus home stepped through.
There was something different about this one, at least at first. She was dressed in white, but it was dirtied, torn in places, and stained in blood. In her hand was a very fine sword that looked as if it were meant to be more ornamental, but was dripping with fresh blood. Her expression was calm, too calm, her posture straight, perhaps too straight.
But her eyes were practically screaming.
The young woman took three steps into the tower, her boots clacking against the floor before her posture suddenly went stiff. She nearly dropped that fine sword.
Arturia stared at her hands in shock, then glanced at the door behind her. What was going on? Where was she? And why did she have her will back all of a sudden? She approached the door again, but only to close it. She didn't even look at the carnage on the other side. That done, she turned back to the hall she was in and stepped forward, scarcely daring to believe what had transpired.
Was she truly free once more?
There was something different about this one, at least at first. She was dressed in white, but it was dirtied, torn in places, and stained in blood. In her hand was a very fine sword that looked as if it were meant to be more ornamental, but was dripping with fresh blood. Her expression was calm, too calm, her posture straight, perhaps too straight.
But her eyes were practically screaming.
The young woman took three steps into the tower, her boots clacking against the floor before her posture suddenly went stiff. She nearly dropped that fine sword.
Arturia stared at her hands in shock, then glanced at the door behind her. What was going on? Where was she? And why did she have her will back all of a sudden? She approached the door again, but only to close it. She didn't even look at the carnage on the other side. That done, she turned back to the hall she was in and stepped forward, scarcely daring to believe what had transpired.
Was she truly free once more?