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capitulo 004-- através do espelho
- fala
°*ação
{} pensamento
×voz de alfa assustada/raivosa×
|•voz de ômega assustada/raivosa•|
~sussurro~
~ gemido
v-voz fraca
narradora
- Thorme logo depois que falou isso, ele fez um movimento com a mão e eles são teleportado até uma sala aonde tinha um espelho no meio dela
Thorme
- acho que ja devem saber como o espelho funciona, olhem através dele e eu verei como é sua alma
Aelarion
- eu vou primeiro!
Thorme
- a vontade, jovem
Aelarion
°*se aproxima do espelho bastante animado*°
narradora
- ao ficar na frente do espelho, uma aura dourada fica volta de Aelarion através do reflexo, e somente Thorme conseguia ver
Thorme
- sua alma é.. incrivelmente pura, jovem Aelarion..
Thorme
- sim, é a alma mais pura que eu já vi
Thorme
- agora, é sua vez senhorita Lyssandra
Lyssandra
- tudo bem..
°*ela murmura enquanto anda mancando até a frente do espelho*°
narradora
- na hora que Lyssandra ficou na frente do espelho, mãos negras envolveram ela no reflexo do espelho, mostrando a sombria e triste aura que ela aguenta
Thorme
- {oq?! isso.. não é normal! ela.. isso.. são traumas.. coitada.. mas.. mesmo assim.. ela tem a alma digna.. vou mentir sobre isso}
Thorme
- sua alma também é bem pura, os dois são dignos
Aelarion
- isso é maravilhoso!
Lyssandra
- é.. muito maravilhoso
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pai dos gêmeos:
- ×calada, sua imunda! vc vai pra guerra querendo ou tão!×
°*gritava com a voz de alfa enquanto batia na Lyssandra sem dó*°
Lyssandra
- p-por f-favor pai! p-para!
°*fala desesperada enquanto era espancada, não tendo força pra se defender*°
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pai dos gêmeos:
- ×eu não te deixei falar, sua putinh@ de merda!×
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mãe dos gêmeos:
°*puxa a Lyssandra pra longe do pai dos gêmeos, e fala com preocupação*°
- pare! vc vai matar nossa filha assim!
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pai dos gêmeos:
- ×calada, vadia! isso é assunto entre eu e ela!×
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mãe dos gêmeos:
- se vc quer matar alguém, me mate em vez dela!
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pai dos gêmeos:
- com prazer!
°*faz um feitiço simples de mão e 3 espinhos de aço atravessam a mãe dos gêmeos, que tinha empurrado a Lyssandra pro lado pra ela não levar o golpe*°
Lyssandra
- MAMÃE!
°*grita desesperada*°
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mãe dos gêmeos:
-f-filha..
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pai dos gêmeos:
- você teve sorte, garota
°*sai*°
Lyssandra
°*corre até o corpo da mãe que estava pendurado nos espinhos morta, enquanto chorava muito*°
- |• m-mamãe..•|
narradora
- fim do flashback
Lyssandra
°*controla pra não chorar*°
Thorme
°*percebe mas não fala nada*°
Thorme
- bom, vamos descansar um pouco e aproveitar o festival da lua cheia, amanhã iremos falar melhor sobre o artefato
- enquanto isso, em outro lugar muito distante
figurantes
??? 1:
- que interessante.. dois mortais atrás da paz, é tão fofo
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??? 2:
- oh! olha que ingênuos, eu vou poder matar eles???? seria tãooooo divertido!
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??? 3:
- isso seria imprudente no momento, acho melhor esperarmos o momento certo
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??? 2:
- vc é tãooooo chata!
figurantes
??? 1:
- ×CHEGA!×
figurantes
°*??? 2 e ??? 3 se calam na hora*°
figurantes
??? 4:
- chefinha, olha quem está lá
°*aponta para a Lydia que estava na imagem mágica que eles observavam*°
figurantes
??? 1:
- Lydia..
°*ri de leve*°
figurantes
??? 1:
°*mexe a mão e um garoto acorrentado aparece*°
figurantes
??? 1:
- olha que interessante, sua mamãezinha ali
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garoto:
- hmmm!
figurantes
??? 2:
- oq foi, garotinho? tá querendo sair e ver sua mamãe? nunca vai acontecer!
figurantes
°*os 4 riem enquanto o garoto chora*°
figurantes
??? 1:
- leve ele daqui!
figurantes
??? 1:
- temos planos a cumprir..
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