{ THE ROOM }
It was too quiet, too quiet to be true, she knew she was in a dream.
The room was still, it didn't consist of any wind but she was breathing. Everything was in a shade of white, like bleached like deprived of colors. It wasn't an ordinary nightmare, there wasn't any red or black, no near-death deep pants or tender bitter familiar whispers.
She touched the edge of the only object in the room, slid her fingers delicately along the edge until she moved near to the sword. Time seemed to be at a standstill, there was not a need to hurry. The sword that captivated her attention was white, but the white stood out. The hands brushed onto the blade body where the beautiful gold runes quietly humming. She tried to pick it up, wanted to feel its density but it didn't move, as if it was waiting.
Making a soft sigh, she made her hand leave the sword. She was calm, while a moment ago, she was fighting, full of hatred and thought of revenge. She could still remember the taste of blood and texture of the flesh, but she was oddly calm since she found herself in this room.
Like a drop on the smooth still surface, a tone vibrated from piano key, or wind gently blew into a room through the only window, memories - tranquilly unbotherly filled her up. It didn't feel abrupt or rush, it was more like - being immersed into water slowly and relaxed.
She saw a girl.
It was about a petite girl like her, dark hair and bright round eyes. She wore clothes she had never seen, she was in a white building eating a round sugary bread - then she was talking to someone with a smile - she cried and locked herself in a room - she was...she....?
Her weapon was never Chakram or Hook swords, it was something bigger and bulky and it talked. It would scold her for her stupid thoughts, it would mock her for her failures......
......Her brother didn't beheaded, he was in a coma. She had a best friend, they would share the small bed together and she loved the foods she made her.....
She would visit a lovely house from time to time.....telling a beautiful woman her recent adventures while eating a cookie she baked; she would judge the man for swallowing all the cookies.
She...would occasionally spar with someone she admired as a teacher or looking at her phone. She braided someone's hair, it felt rather dry but she loved the weight on her hands. She remembered she cried and hugged a girl, she was warm.
It was parts of her memories.
It's true.
Peculiarly, she found herself absorbing them without any rejection. A book appeared from nowhere, she felt it belonged to her even she had never seen it before. Unlike the sword, it could be picked up. Of course, it is hers.
She was not a knight......never was.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN: Deus Ex Machina
Welcome to Deus Ex Machina, a humble training facility located on a remote island.
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