Capítulo 1: Prologue: The Wolf and The Angel – The Story Reaches a Dead End
Her right shoulder against a wall, a girl with long and wavy black hair dragged herself through badly lit corridors. There was a horrible stench in the air, a condensation of all the filthy things disposed of in this place.
Used waters...
Food waste...
Animals remains...
Filths' corpses...
It was far from everything the girl ever smelled in her short life. Far from the flowery smell of the tea she used to take every morning. Far from the dusty smell of the old books of her academy. Far from the sweet smell of her comfortable house.
Yes, this place reeked of death…
But she didn't really realize anymore. She was too focused on escaping.
"Oh! Oooh!!! Be purified! Be purified by the flames!!!"
Behind her, a young woman clad in flames was drawing closer and closer. In fact, it would be more accurate to say that the woman seemed made of fire or red hot steel. Her savage hairs were made of yellow flames with two white flowers in them, one on each side of the head. Her eyes were round and white, always crying tears of liquid glass.
That woman was an angel, a being of justice delivering judgment equally on the humans. Today, it decided to judge the girl who had the bad idea of attacking it.
It decided to purify Alexandra B.B. Wolf with its flames.
That's why the girl was running away. Her left arm had already been burned gravely. Not only her arm in fact – her body and even parts of her face, were covered in burns. The smell of dead she was conscious of wasn't this place's, it was hers.
However, she didn't despair. Her whole body hurt, but in her silver eyes, there was still see a glimmer of determination. Things clearly didn't go well, but she still could see, write and talk. That's all that was necessary for a bibliomancer. Besides, she was close to this place's exit, she couldn't give up now.
"Why?! Why don't you want to be purified?!"
The angel's voice echoed behind her, but Alexandra ignored it. She held a book tighter to her chest, while a weird strand of hair on her head waved nervously. Suddenly, the angel started running towards her – she knew what that attack was, it was the same that burned her left arm. She quickly turned toward her assailant and opened her book.
"Stone House!!!"
That morning, on the lower ring of Ganymede, an explosion woke up the East District.
A white haired woman smiled.
A doll closed her only eye.
Before even starting, the tale had already ended.
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