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The hooded figure creaked into the room, it was an orphanage filled with kids ranking from maybe 20 inches tall all the way to 6 feet. Kids from small and tall, old- to young. There were so many kids, it was a very popular orphanage after all.
The hooded figure looked through the sleeping cribs, he had to find a child that was too young to remember this. But that was a tad bit difficult, so he looked for a child with the most potential. Whether in strengths or smarts.
The hooded figure just needed someone talented so eventually his eyes landed on a small girl, she had dark brown free and wild locks. Soft pale skin, and dimples. Perfect .
A free spirit .
She would do, she would.. Do.
So the hooded figure grabbed her, gently lifting her up and cradling her in his arms. Holding her close to his chest. Before looking for any plushies or blankets to wrap her in- noticing the thin sleeping gown the toddler was put in.
He found a plushie and a soft warm, knitted blanket. Wrapping it around the child and holding the child closer to his chest before hopping out the window. This was going to be a symbol of great measures. A chosen child, with no memory of her past and only ability to remember the future. A child to carry legacies, particularly his.
And he was going to make her a symbol whether she liked it or not.
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Years passed by,
And the child grew- and she grew. Until eventually she was quite tall.
Nowadays, she stands in a tall tower.. Middle of nowhere. She spent days staring out the window- hoping for something more. But finding nothing then she was given. The hooded figure stopped showing up after her 14th birthday.
Said she was destined for the great, she just had to escape the tower and all would be hers. Today was no different, she would stare out the window for what felt like eons before deciding to hop down from the window lining- then down onto the main floor.
The tower had many floors to it, but only a few were safe. The tower was constructed to be a massive mechanism of traps, floods, fires, locks, poisonous animals (and.. darts..)
All while the little old her stared out the window. What was she to do? The hooded figure, the tower, and stories of the night sky was all she knew. It’s all she wanted to know. It was a peaceful life.
From what she knew, she lived the best of the best. It was beautiful inside the tower. She had made it beautiful from the inside out. She hated plain things but plain things were all she was given so she carved beauty into them.
The hooded figure had always told her she was destined and had many gifts. Given to her by those he could no longer name. All she knew was that she could carve whatever the hell she wanted into a wall, whether it be with a chisel, a handy-crafted tool or some type of liquid to stain the walls.
She wanted the walls to be everything they were not. If she didn't want to escape that was her choice, but she did not want to linger inside a tower with no life. She could make her own life, that was how life was supposed to be. All those stories all lead her to believe one thing, and one thing only.
If the world did not let you move, you would force it to move by any means. Whether or not the world wanted you to surpass them, if you truly-truly- really-did, want to leave. To make a change, to suppress an evil, to find true love- to escape an evil godmother. You would do whatever you could to escape. To break free from chains, to wake up from an evil slumber- to-
“Bells, bells, bells..” The voice echoed, a gravely noise meant to send those back into the graves. But to the girl? It was her only other voice she had known to hear.
The hooded figure .
“Yes?”
“How are you today, Bells?” He said intrigued, almost completely forgetting to acknowledge for how long he had been gone for. She never even knew if he had been watching her, just that she never saw him properly.
“I’m doing alright, how are you?”
“I’m doing well, it’s been a good while since I've put you in here bells..”
The girl sighed,
“I know it has been, but it's also been a good while since you’ve come to see me.”
“...I wonder what that has to say about my expectations.”
The girl groaned,
“Why ?” She murmured harshly, her jaw starting to grind. She did not want to leave.
“Why what, Bells?” The hooded figure prodded while tilting his head towards the brunette.
“Why keep me here?”
“Why not escape? It is not that simple. You have an open window and a will.” The hooded figure gestured to the window lining and the open windows that beheld the beauty of the stars. She paused to think, opening her mouth only to clamp it down quickly.
“Is it that you do not have a will? Or that you do not want to meet why you have a will..?”
She didn't respond, she just sat back down. She could do this another day.
“Bells, bells, bells.. Don’t forget- Time will not wait for you forever.”