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Oh…you’re not…supposed to be here…
How odd…
An anomaly perhaps?…
I do wonder how you’re going to change things, little anomaly…
I’ll let your story play out…but the moment things get boring. You will become forgotten like history.
…Good luck, my little anomaly…
Enter Name.
Yuusa|
Yuu|
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Y|
Y/N|
“Why is it so stuffy in here?”
It’s dark, kinda cramped, but oddly…soft at the same time? You can’t see a thing…why can’t you see anything? You hear shuffling around you, an unknown voice speaks from the darkness.
“Dang it!…people are coming…gotta get into uniform before they see me!”
You hear a small creaking noise from within the comfortably cramped darkness. “Aghhhh! The lid is too heavy!…maybe if I…” Sparkling flames erupt around you, making the cramped space a lot more warmer. “Out! Too hot!” You yell before shoving open some sort of lid, finding yourself on the cool floor of a nice dimly lit area with crystal lamps illuminating its pristine walls. Crystals you would normally find adorned on a chandelier hang from the ceiling, almost as if they were imitating fairy lights. Boxes that seem to be white steel coffins float from the ground.
“Gahhh! Why are you awake!?l” A small winged creature stands…well..floats before you, bewildered by your conscious form; like it was expecting you to be dead or asleep. “What the hell? A talking roach!?” You say, pointing at the creature in front of you. “Wow, Rude! I’m not a roach, thank you!” it puts its hands on its hips, puffing out its cheeks. “I’m a fairy!”
You continue to point at the flying roach in front of you, while slowly backing away from it. “Why is it still talking?” The bee-like creature huffs in annoyance and crosses its arms. “Whatever!” The mosquito points at you.
“Changing subject, I’m going to need you to hand those clothes you’re wearing over to me, please.” Squinting at your outfit
“Although they are a bit big…oh well! That’s what magic is for.” You continue to gawk at the creature.
“What?! No!” defensively attempting to cover yourself up, much to no avail.
“I’m not giving a yassified flying roach my clothes!” The roach’s face goes as red as a tomato.
“OI! For the last time I am not a roach!” The flying roach starts flying at you. Letting out a small yelp of fear you turn and attempt to run away from the flying thing before running into something, or more maybe, someone.
“Oh! What is going on here? You’re yelling and it’s disrupting the entrance ceremony, not to mention causing the students to worry.” You haven’t heard this voice before, this one is new. Backing away from the person you bumped into, you see it’s an elderly man with short white hair that’s covered by a pointy hat, a beard, with small circular monocle glasses framing his face, slightly covering his gray eyes. His clothes are well…something. He wears blue robes with a long white scarf tied in a knot with some sort of emblem on his shoulder, with light blue socks and blue shoes to match.
Pointing to the flying creature behind you. “That Thing is trying to attack me!” The ‘thing’ huffs in anger “I am not!” You look back at the ‘thing’ “Are too!” It argues with you, so you argue back, getting wrapped up in your back and forth banter not noticing the elderly man standing between you two in confusion.
He finally speaks up: “You can understand them?” You turn to face him with a confused expression “Yes? Can you not?”. Answering his question with another question.The elderly man shakes his head, “Apologies, I don’t have my fairy communicator on me at the moment.”
You’re very confused right now, what’s a fairy communicator? The man looks as if he just recalled something important “Right! Silly me,” you snap your attention back to him. “You’re a new student, and the entrance ceremony is underway.” Entrance Ceremony?
He smiles brightly “Let's get you to the mirror room, yes?” Quickly ushering you into the other room, motioning for the flying ‘fairy’ to follow behind. Yeaaaa…you’re still confused. Looking up at the elderly man leading you somewhere “Hey! Who are you? And where am I?” He smiles again before responding “Well, I am Ambrose the 63rd. Headmaster of Royal Sword Academy, which is where you are now!”
This response causes you to raise a brow in confusion “Royal Sword Academy?” Ambrose nods in response. “One of the most prestigious magic schools in all of Twisted Wonderland! Talented young magicians chosen by the looking glass are welcome to attend this school.”
Okay…more stuff you don’t know. Which means more questions that need to be answered. “Uh…huh…” you reply as Ambrose continues his rant. “Those from around the world who have been chosen to attend RSA use a gate to make their way here. A pearlescent pumpkin carriage carrying the gate should have gone to greet you.”
A memory of a pumpkin shaped carriage riding off comes to mind. How odd, the carriage reminds you of something you’ve seen in a Fairytale. What was it called again?
“I think I remember that fairytale carriage…” you mumble out unconsciously. Causing the elderly man to chuckle at your response, “The pearlescent pumpkin carriage goes around greeting every new student chosen by the looking glass, they are special carriages used to carry the doors to the academy.” Nodding in response, he continues. “The market decided long, long ago that carriages should be used to welcome people on special days, which I think is quite lovely!”
The market decided on this? What kind of market??
“Heyyy! Are we there yet?!” Oh yea. You had a ‘Fairy’ Flying behind you. Ambrose momentarily looks at the fairy before looking back at you. “What?” You say, tilting your head slightly.“What did they say?” He asked in response. “I wanna know if we’re there yet!” The fairy yells directly in your ear, causing you to flinch in response.
Momentarily glaring at the fairy for your ear strain. You look back at Ambrose to answer him, “He wants to know if we’re there yet.” That being wherever there is.
The old man chuckles “You’re absolutely right! We have no time to waste. The entrance ceremony is waiting for us!” This makes him start speed walking ahead of you so as to not waste any more time. For a man quite older than you, he’s surprisingly very fast.
“Wonder what this entrance ceremony is all about…” you mumble to yourself before speeding up behind Ambrose.