What happened after this. @2BlueWizards, I am sorry for Sara's messed up face, and Cyrus's messed up body proportion. I have to mod Cyrus a bit because that part covered by that leaf frame is really hard to work with. Let us take a moment and mourn for my drawing skills. Sara and Cyrus belong to @2BlueWizards, so does that lyrics in this chapter. And we all know Alinna's and Cyrus's surnames are pseudonyms. Story continues here #TwilightRealm#Story#Flutterbug
Absolutely wonderful, Leaf! ^^ *Applause* Your storytelling is as amazing as ever!! Every character as colorful and lively as the next! And the doll to go with it is just as breathtaking! Three characters and a background, all from scratch! How do you do it? I am anxiously awaiting the next part in your fantastic story! ^^
Thank you Gwenn, and I'm glad to have your approval for Sara's and Cyrus's characters. Your lyrics is most apirsing, and in fact that part is my favourite as well. The next update will be the invastigate trio, and after that a little climax, I musy say your characters thicken my original plot, so thank you. And thank you BB!
Really, all of this is just wonderful and I'll be waiting eagerly to hear what happens next. I can't wait for Sara to discover who she is, since I think she will have a lot to say and think about when that happens. Oh, and I have to note that how you brought in the lyrics to that song I made up for Sara and Jean-Pierre was so powerful in that moment. It took on an entirely different meaning for Cyrus! Anyway, all that to say, I found this bit of the story to be one of the most intriguing yet :D
Wow, the way you capture Sara is just so perfectly amazing I don't really even have the right words. She's always so careful to do what is most polite, which is definitely evident here. I love her ignorance, too, it makes for quite the amusing conversations. And Cyrus is beyond words as well; I gave you basically nothing because I was a bit stuck in terms of his character and you created him to be such a deep person that I'm glad I left the details up to you.
They stayed for the night and left by the first ray of dawn. Yes, she gave her word of repayment, and what was that? She sent minions to wipe off her trace, the village and the ones who helped her." Alinna continued, "Madam Katalina had a younger son, he returned to find his kin lying dead. Rage consumed his mind, he vowed to revenge their death." The story-teller said nothing, did nothing. "Very well, if you have to do what you must, then you must." Alinna brushed pass her confronter.
"About three hundred years ago, there was a small Carpathian village. It was small, and secluded, and no one would even care to look it up on the map. It was quiet, and peaceful, its folks were simple. Among them lived a kind woman named Katalina, she and her daughter Irena and her son Trevor lived in a cottage. One night they took in three travelers, one older man and two young women, one of them was badly wounded. Katalina sheltered them and offered them food.
