(WORDS) “JK?” Taken aback by what she just saw, she is trying to make sense of it at the moment. Winona gasped and deep as she cancels the spell took that particular photo, along with the Obscura, and head her way out to ask him about what she just knew. But then. “Could it be?” She asks once more assessing the whole ordeal as she slows down her walking pace thinking about it all once more. Convincing herself that it couldn’t be, for she knows JK long enough to not raise any suspicion about him. Especially among them, it is evident that he is competing for attention and recognition from the Maiden. “Something is not right.” Her hunch is bothering her. Thinking if she will approach him and asks about it directly, or investigate further. By which she never did before, not at all and especially among them Elites. “I think that you should, Winona.” Surprise as she almost jumps back from the sudden interaction. She calms and immediate
(DARK INTEREST) “BORN without a soul. Created by the materials of ceramic and glass. A lifeless doll at first, that is gifted by life from the person that she once calls her father. The beautiful doll that was gifted to a princess, who ends up wishing to be her daughter.” Reading a book that is just like any other peculiar ones that she owns. Emie is taking notes of the past and life of one of them. “North, east, south, and west.” She whispers, writing the four directions on the right upper part of the paper. Along with the twenty-two symbols of alchemy particularly the three primes. “Mercury, salt, and sulfur.” As she draws the three symbols along with the three points that create a triangle. By which in the middle is the face of the beautiful ceramic doll, that was. “Winona” She felt her presence and heard her footsteps coming closer to her chamber. Closing the book, then she is reading and put it back on one of the shelves, hiding it withi
(HIDDEN DESIRES) “MAKE me proud my dear daughter.” A command rather than a motivation. He combs the hair of the doll with a porcelain white skin that is made out of glass. Eyes are a bit resembles the starry night sky, but with a blank expression from the outside, while hiding the devil inside. “Do whatever it takes, be my eyes and ears around her.” He instructed, talking in front of his perfect piece that smiles and links as an agreement. “Remember that a child must protect their parents.” Hearing the soft giggle. That laugh from a child that should not exist yet, the order was defied and here she is. More than the perfect human chimera, but an object that is gifted with a soul. “You are my perfect creation. The perfection that no one of them can fathom. A drop of blood from her, a piece of my DNA, and a shared existence and soul from Kyle. You are born. With your soul that is you and only for yourself. I
(TRUST AND DOUBTS) “FATE AND HONOR.” Emie whispers, reading the lines and the character of one of the ten commandments. “The fourth and fifth commandments and respectively.” She utters, emerging in her thoughts. As she couldn’t take her eyes off the page of the book and the words that were educating her about the things that she is having questions and doubts about. “Exactly.” A confirmation and permission that made her stop for a while and look back to her commanding officer, her 2nd master, and her Mistress that govern the time. “Can I ask you one more question, Mistress?” Thinking for a while where in reality is just her teasing her servant for a bit. She smiles with her usual sinister one. As she answers, yet in the tone of a taunting one. “Didn’t I already grant you the permission to know a thing and two about the commandment? Yet, here you are asking for more. Aren’t you a bit greedy, Emie?” She taunts her, as Emie knows th
(THE ONE SHE CALLED OUT) “YO! EMIE!” Greeting her like they are just friends and with no hierarchy and respectful words that he should address her. Emie shoves it off as he is the use of how playful, naughty, but cunning he is. Different from what his character is written in the book, but then in a deeper sense is his façade. She looks at him and said. “You are finally here, Carlos.” Addressing him back by his name with a tone of dismay that is indirectly telling him that he shouldn’t act like they are equal for he is below her. “Tsk!” Carlos smirks then laughs in his carefree state, as he jumps and legs cross sitting on the table in front of Emie. Their General and the direct superior of their commander. “I am just playing with you for a second. You see I am just joking.” Passing everything like a play where he is thinking and doing everything in that state. He giggles and acts gullible, wherea
(COMMANDEMENT OF FAITH AND HONOR) “MY FATHER.” Still thinking and now in deep thoughts from the dream that she just had. Winona’s mind is in a current state of dilemma from the dream that wasn’t any other. With everything that is not a coincidence, she knew that it has something to do with the past. “I need to know everything.” As she whispers to herself. Convince by the fact that it is not just a simple case and not even a bit. Knowing that it has something to do with her current life and her past wherein she is an orphan and was only adopted by her known father. “That doll and the one who created that doll.” Patching the facts that she currently has. Thinking about the person behind the shadow she fails to see through her dreams. She could only think of one person that could help her see everything and clearly. “I need to tell her everything.” Now thinking of relaying the current pieces of evidence
(GATE OF TIME) ALL her doubts suddenly disappeared, as she is now more than just convinced that the person right in front of her is not an enemy, but an ally. Someone that she can trust even with a heartbeat, as she can start apologizing for what she had said and done a while ago. “Shall we?’ Asking her with her still wide eyes and surprised look upon laying her eyes on the key that he just presented her. The key that she couldn’t be wrong of knowing what. The key that is dangling in front of her with the intricate symbol and marking of the three known times that only someone powerful, but not evil can only have. She opens her mouth as she wanted to ask him a few questions, but. “You do not need to know, how, when, where ad especially why I am holding this key.” Expectedly he reads her mind and caught her off guard as he never did let her ask. “All you need to do is to trust the key itself, as it is fine by me if you do n
(THE HATTER’S THE FATHER) “KYLE.” She utters. The name that in that moment and instant she wanted to curse, yet she couldn’t. Instead, she felt betrayed, and fooled and now is broken. “No. It couldn’t be.” As she tries to convince herself and away from the scene of the past that she is seeing right in front of her. The fact that she is trying to make sense of, yet. “Wouldn’t you believe?” Carlos interrupted, along with her thoughts as his taunting voice echoed in her ears. “One thing can make another. Everything that you are seeing right now is all the facts and things that happened in the past. Winona.” Sending a shiver down her spine. She clutches her hands into a tight fist, as her body somewhat freezes. Lock in a chain and in that place, where she is being forced to witness everything, without any word to say. “DO YOU WANT TO PLAY?” The eerie play that started. With the sinister smile that is drawn onto his face, his name is