Endless mysteries of the worlds, nine in existence. One of misery and war, this constantly tearing through. Extending cries, hopelessness at times. Feverish wills, opposing their enemies. Rising to their challenges, seeking after what is inside.

Inhabitants growing in this realm, progressing over numerous years. Far below, deep within a forest. A witch with knowledge of the gods, those forbidding this. Ascending to feats far above her standing, animating dolls, creating other lifeforms.

Humans learning of this, rumors plaguing the night. Warning of her, a young woman with long white hair, her eyes of the velvet moon. Referring to her appearance as a ruse, a way to lure others for her next experiment.

This spreading information, terror in the hearts of many. The cold chilling night, this washing through the land. That bleeding moon high above, shining down its light. The witch standing at the center, malevolence encircling the area.

Many souls around her, those meeting their end. Inscriptions on the land, numerous ancient symbols. Pentagrams igniting in darkness, her direction in going forward. Black and red of her battle-dress, channeling the sorrow of those in the earth.

Extending her hand, blackness rising to the sky. Circling far in the air, her calm vision on the moon. Descending stardust, this showering the land in a blissful warmth. Magic of old burning in the surroundings, reacting to her call.

"O' wandering souls that have been damned, come to me...let your sorrows be known, and life shall return to you once again...I Aurora, command you..."

Pentagrams brightly reacting, azure fire circling around, rising far above. Dispersing into particles, stardust rain down down on the field. That unrestful land, rotting arms piercing the ground. Corpses returning to the living, a curse of an existence.

Zombies underneath her command, their rotting flesh. Puppets of them, that witch at the center. Her calm eyes, countless around her. Sounds not coming from them, proceeding in her direction. Her path in mind, her feverish heart. Yearning for what is within, reaching her hand towards it.

"Good, I know how all of you have been waiting for your chance of revenge, I too seek the same." Her gentle tone.

Deep sorrow, this life upon her. Many sharing a similar fate, their lives no more. A way to surpass this, rising from the dead by her command. Listening to her words, agreeing with her. Their connecting points, wishing for meaning in their demise.

Her way to progress, not backing down. A goal in mind, determination in her path. This abyss of blackness, numerous with her. Each walking down this direction, their sounding souls. That steadily turning witch, looking upon these abominations. These flowing sentiments, linking together in this vastness.

These tortured souls...just as myself. We will never know peace unless those who have wronged us are finally punished...

"Hear me out, and I can guarantee that the lives of the ones who wronged you shall be yours. Just as you all, I as well have been forced into this horrid life. All because I sought out knowledge that can rival that of the gods. Is it wrong to seek out knowledge? Of course not. They grew fearful of me, and branded me as a witch. Possibly no different than all of you. If such corruption is allowed to continue, then this cycle will forever repeat itself." Her mild tone.

Seeking after knowledge, growing stronger. Those fearing her, forcing her into this life. Many sharing a similar experience, their support towards her. Wrongs upon them, rage within them. Something more guiding her direction, that witch's attention on the bleeding moon above, an object cursing those in its light.

Her distant gaze, her eyes reflecting it. The slowly moving clouds, knowing her route. Her willingness to commit atrocities, rebelling against the reason of others. Her feverish heart, shouting what is inside, walking down this black path.

Goddess, if you are watching...forgive my actions. I shall return these souls once my goal has been achieved...

Her knowledge to her advantage, commanding those of the dead. Their hearts towards a goal, lives no more than commodities. Casting away into nothingness, none remembering them. Pawns on the board, frustration inside of them. Never ending corruption, this realm of misery and war.

Closing her eyes for a moment, gathering her nerves. Embracing this direction, her reason in going forward. Opening her vision, turning her attention to the countless zombies around her. Proceeding onward in this abyss, her powerful resolve. Determination in laying ruin to her enemies, those branding her a witch.

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"Tomorrow, we invade Parell." Confidence from her.

The cold wind, this unsettling night. Atrocities below the twilight, this witch's eyes on the bleeding moon. Sadness underneath the surface of her vision, an enemy to countless. Seeking after knowledge, wanting betterment. Revealing her fangs, biting back at them. Leaving for now, returning to her house deep in the forest. A fence around it, a garden surrounding it.

Standing at the door, glancing back to the scene. Awareness on her actions, an unforgivable decision. Her willingness to oppose reason, her feverish heart. Shifting her attention ahead, opening the door. An excitable GermanShepherd racing to her, soon bouncing in front of her. Faintly smiling at this one, placing a gentle hand on his head.

I found you when you were just a puppy. They left you out here to die...how cruel really...

A small puppy, that one in the past. Taking him in, two living together. Supporting one another, these meaningful memories. Desiring for more, refusing to remain in silence. Pushing onward in this endless stream, shouting what is inside. Entering into the house, that dog making for their room.

A faithful individual, standing at the side of the stairs. Facing her, witnessing her locking the door. Not having much, valuing the presence of the other. This cruel world, tackling their challenges. Embracing in finer moments, these dancing sentiments. That witch walking towards him, shortly heading up the stairs.

"Come along Zeus, it is getting awfully late." Calling out to him.

Facing in her direction, wagging his tail. Following the witch, thinking on the night. Enjoying their time with one another, supporting each other. Their powerful bond, hearts in alignment. Possibility of stories, playing at times.

Simply relaxing in others, these wonderful feelings. Making their way to the bedroom above, that dog watching her movements towards the bathroom. Witnessing her entering it, the door soon closing. Patiently sitting outside, lying down on the ground after some time. His attention around, often concerning himself about her.

Those earlier days, many rejecting her. A witch despising them, understanding this. Protecting her, attacking strangers without hesitation. Family of these two, cherishing one another. Their powerful bond, that young woman not wanting to lose him.

Applying her knowledge, granting him eternal life, keeping him in top form. Shortly hearing the opening of the door, the dog perking up. Rising to his feet, turning to the way. His eyes on the witch, that one in a red nightwear. Wagging his tail, excitement from him.

"Come on, let's head to bed now." Smiling at him.

Two together, facing their troubles with one another. Sorrow in their lives, relying on each other. These flowing streams, guidance in this blackness. Her path toward tomorrow, grasping these feelings. Moving onward, that dog running towards the large bed.

Jumping on, turning to the witch. Lying down, an excitable one. Laughing a bit, shaking her head in disbelief. Climbing on herself, resting on it, staring up at the ceiling. Her troublesome eyes, thinking on the following day. Her way in going forward, deciding on this. Not backing down, believing in her direction.

"Hey...Zeus...?"

Her voice towards him, looking in her direction. This tone of hers, his unsettling heart. Someone constantly going forward, taking on risks. Pursuing her direction, admiring this about her. Their time in this place, cherishing it. Listening to her, faithfully at her side. Preparations this day, gathering those of necessity.

Countless souls returning to this realm, aiding in her path. Their long time in silence, wrongs upon them. Their connecting hearts, lives no more than commodities. A way to mean something, their decaying bodies. This not mattering, a way towards a better morrow.

"Tomorrow...something is going to happen. Though, if I am successful, Parell will pay, and we can go live our lives easier." Distantness from her.

Her efforts in going forward, one in her mind. Believing in her direction, opposing the rationality of others. Knowledge in her hands, proceeding onward with it. Her heart in this madness, pushing ahead in her path. Hearing her words, that name to his attention. Concerning with this, whining towards her.

Not wishing for her to go through with it, a dangerous situation. Rising, looking to her. Her eyes on her friend, awareness on his stance on it. Gratefulness to him, enjoying their time with one another. Living in this place, enjoying its simpleness, yet wanting more.

"Do not worry, everything will be fine, okay?" sitting up, Zeus moving over to her.

Her gentle touch on the side of his head, appreciating him. Nudging her, concern from him. Knowing of cruelty, one fighting against this insanity. Going far, expanding her knowledge. Commanding great magic, two in this forest. Wishing for her safety, their lives in this place.

Fineness with it, wanting her with him. Her words to him, quivering within. Trying to calm himself, lying down again. That witch rubbing his back, his distant eyes. Morning shortly coming, the dog standing at the exit to the house. His worrying eyes, his racing heart.

"Behave now Zeus, I will be back in a few days. You know where your food is, and you know how to get out of this house if need be." Aurora gently patting his head.

A restless dog, concerning with her. This day upon him, not wishing for it. His unsettling heart, whining at her. Rising up and down, wanting her to reconsider. Cherishing this one, his wide heart. Two in this forest, living everyday with each other.

Desiring more, her way in going forward. Kneeling to her friend, this one pushing against her. Lowering his head, sadness from his eyes. Hugging him, the hound feeling a bit better. No matter, still worrying about her. Her dangerous path, his mind on the possibility of her end.

Zeus...you have always been a faithful companion. I wish for us to have a better life, away from this place. So, please endure my selfishness...