Those words are the only things that will leave her in a state of great worry. The blue-haired dragon stood up from her desk, stepping out from her room full of maps.
“Catraoine, don't” the woman stopped the dragon by grabbing her arm. The dragon, Catraoine, sighs at her. “Isca, please. This has been a string of stressful days for me”,
The woman, Isca, shook her head disapprovingly. “He's your family, you know”, she remarked. Catraoine tilted her head down, looking up at Isca in further disapproval.
Not this situation again. I've had enough, Catraoine murmurs to herself.
“Say, that Wilhelm lad is very off....”“What is with his neck??”“I'm not going to talk to him. I don't like his energy”“His hair is red like the colour of my blood boiling from me seeing him”“Why was he chosen to play the princess? He looks like he should be playing the evil stepmother!
The words echoed through the boy's ears. The red-haired boy, Wilhelm, had no choice but to continue walking. He was carrying a dress, and his mind is focusing on one thing: auditions.
Just another day at school. And yet, better here than home, whatever it is.
The Knight dreamed of a distant memory. A vivid dream, atypical of her sleep. The Knight's sleep had always been blank sleeps. But this time, a residual aura awakened her body in dream.
“Artie.....” A woman's voice called the Knight. In this dream, the Knight's eyes had opened. She is dreaming of a memory.
The myriad of questions echoed through the empty hallways of Purgatorio. It is a normal sight. Time, Space, Life, Death….Purgatorio does not register such concepts.
For Shana, now in her fifth form, the Earth has always been the same. The only things that are different are the time, people, and things around it. Except for New York. No matter how frequently she visit the city, everything is still the same. There are too many memories of New York, even those that were experienced by her previous form.
As she looked around her, she remembered the celebrities she had met. Though in her definition, “celebrity” meant any human being, or mortals, who contributed a lot to mortal history. Anyone has the potential to become a “celebrity” by marking themselves in human history, and being seen as important.