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located in Kingdom of Dafarzi, a part of Just Before The Dawn, one of the many universes on RPG.

Kingdom of Dafarzi



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Character Portrait: Da'Karro Misantri Character Portrait: Scarlet Stark Character Portrait: Isabelle Mortarchs
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Scarlet's hands fell limp, purple bruising around her neck shone vibrantly against her now pale skin. Her lips having gone blue for lack of air. She didn't move, didn't breath.

It was warm all of a sudden, the smell of salty sea air wafted around her. She was seated on a beach, out looking the ocean. She was supposed to go in the water, there was a boat waiting for her. She didn't want to go, but she knew if she went, things would be better.

She stood, bare feet shifting softly in the sand.

"Not yet, my child."

It was the woman's voice again. Scarlet froze and turned to see a beauitful woman, her eyes covered, her hair tied in seven point.

"I have to go." She told the woman but the woman shook her head and floated in front of Scarlet with an otherworldly grace. "You have so much to do." She told her, "Listen." She said

"Scarlet! Scarlet I'm here!"

It was Da'Karro's voice. He came. Scarlet looked at the woman, she couldn't see her eyes but she knew the woman was looking at her. "He yelled at me, He is only my jailer, nothing else..." She said shamefully. The woman only smiled. "Listen" She said again. "I am sorry I yelled, I didnt mean it! Just please, Please come back! I am here! I promise I wont leave you again! Im here, Ill always be here." He said in a panic and Scarlet looked at her feet.

"But I have to go." She said and the woman brushed her hand over her face. "Sweet girl, You and I have work to do, no, you can not go yet." She said and smiled. "Listen." She said once again.

"Scarlet..." Scarlet rose her head, listening. "I love you."

Scarlet's eyes went wide.

"You see, you can not go, you have work to do, awaken sweet girl, awaken and he will protect you. You are not safe in your dreams." With that, the woman leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Scarlet's lips.

Scarlet's body jolted up right, and she sucked a loud intake of air. Coughing as her lungs filled with air, her throat ached, her head swam.

She managed to look around enough to see herself in Da'Karro's arms. She wanted to speak, but words would not come. She opened her mouth, but not a single utterance could be managed. Her memory of her last dream was far away, and vague but the first one, the one where Da'Karro was trying to kill her was in the forefront of her mind.

She pulled away from him, and clung to Isabella. She looked up at the woman. Opened her mouth to speak but again, no sound. She touched at her very sore throat and then pointed at him and then her head, as if to say, 'in my dream, it was him' before ducking her head down holding to her.