Melody No. 1 ~ Waking in Mayfield

[thelittlecanary]

 [Just as her last adventure began, the girl snaps out of a dream and awakens with a start, bolting up in a bed that is too small and stiff to be hers.] Wh...

[As this new reality sets in, she can only stare around the room, which seems cramped in comparison to her royal bedchamber. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed into slippers that can'

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[lovely_crane]

H-hello? Is everything okay?

[thelittlecanary]

N-no...far from it, actually.

[lovely_crane]

I'm sorry. If it helps, we are in a city called Mayfield. I am not sure how I got here, either.

[thelittlecanary]

That seems to be everyone's story here. And yet...it's hard to believe that I might never return home.

[perorates]

So you've decided to grace this wretched town with your presence, have you? . . . Welcome, little canary, to your new cage. I do hope you're enjoying yourself.

[thelittlecanary]

Kuja. [For her, there's no forgetting that voice. She pauses to compose herself.] I have spoken with Zidane. I know that this is your cage as much as it is mine.

[perorates]

[He lets out a short, airy (and bitter) laugh. How the situation has changed so little.] So it is. . . . Myself, Zidane, and yourself -- who next? Would you care to wager a guess, Your Majesty?

[thelittlecanary]

[Her stomach churns at his tittering. Why must he treat this like a game?] No. I would never wish this on any of my friends.

[hourai_branch]

Welcome to Mayfield! Don't drink the milk.

[thelittlecanary]

Th-thank you. I suppose I'll have tea instead.

...Is there something wrong with the milk in Mayfield?

[hourai_branch]

The milkman is insane.

[thelittlecanary]

Why has no one replaced him?...