[Anthy is standing at the edge of a tower standing over a dark city, lights peppering the ground. She seems impossibly high up, posed as if she may throw herself off. She is wearing a short red tunic, her hair down, wind whipping it violently to the side. A strange sound seem prevalent. It isn't loud--but it is everywhere, like it is coming out of
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[She turned to San, seemingly ancient eyes staring straight through her.]
[The creaking sound seems to intensify, and an ominous shimmer is seen for a brief moment in the distance--but what was it...?]
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She stands still and stares for a moment.]
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Leave.
[She is still impossibly high up on the tower, but her voice comes low and mildly commanding, as if it had been spoken not but a few steps away.]
[That shimmer of light is seen again, high up in the atmosphere--something not entirely visible, but always there... and with her voice that shimmer may be interpreted for what it actually is--a warning.]
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[And she turns, impossibly old eyes staring right through him.]
[A bit of a shimmer is seen in the distance--a shimmer that didn't necessarily bode well...]
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Stop...
[His voice sounds small and weak, here.]
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Leave.
[Her lips never move, but it is clearly her voice and not the hissing voices.]
[The metal sound intensified, and that shimmer is visible again--and with the metal creaking the voices intensified to a groan. The witch! The witch! The witch!]
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[Light and warmth were unwelcome here. Comfort from people was unwelcome. They were naive, they didn't understand--they did this to her--]
GET OUT.
[She turned on the princess, her face frozen, but her eyes filled with hatred and near rage. The voice had been hers, but her lips never moved.]
[The sickening metal sound intensified to a near shimmering sound as the metal seems to have begun moving faster--wherever it is, the voices that seem connected to that sound groans, becoming more intense. The witch! The witch! The accursed witch!]
GET OUT!!!
[And there is a shimmer off in the darkness for a brief second before metal flashes brightly as it flies through the air--swords, millions of swords respond to her. They strike the ground between her form and the floating princess's, over and over again in rapid succession, sticking in place only to have more strike over them, again and again, systematically building a razor sharp, shining wall between them and forcing the ( ... )
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But she does not retreat and eventually lowers her arms. She is forced to back away, but does not retreat just yet.]
Why...? To have suffered this much pain... You do not deserve it. Forgive me. [Was there nothing she could do for this woman?]
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[What do you know?]
[She won't answer her. She has no need for princesses.]
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She recognizes the noise. She knows exactly what is the noise of clacking steel of the swords.]
Go away! Go home!
[She commands, not knowing what she's doing, but knowing she has to do something.]
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[She stares through Youko with old eyes, recognizing her as the girl who knew her previous self.]
[Even in her own dream, she felt some need to play the part she'd been ordered to play. But right now? She didn't care enough to put the mask in place, instead turning away again.]
[The metallic sound increased, along with the groaning, straining voices. The witch! The witch! The accursed witch!]
[She did not want the girl there--but at the same time she wasn't sure forcing her out was the best option at the moment.]
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The only accursed here are yourselves!
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They are not down there.
[Her eyes raise to the sky, and a slight shimmer can be seen far in the distance.]
[Why was she even speaking at all other than to drive her out?]
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