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The suffocating silence was overwhelmed with the sound of Moulin's breathing. He clenched his hand around the sword and tried to calm himself. This voice always spoke to him during unexpected situations leaving Moulin to think about what has he done to be able to hear it. Why was it desperate for Moulin to find him? To find something...
"What exactly did I find?" Moulin whispered to himself with confusion. He lifted his gaze to stare at the sinister darkness before him. Was it this hall?
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Or... something that lies deep within the shadows...
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Moulin silently stared unmovingly. He felt as if he had to see what was at the end of the dark hall. The glowing blue crystal floating above him had ceased its movements, halting with its owner. He turned his head to glance at the exhausted elven princess. She sat quietly on the mirror-like floor. Glorious hair curling as it lay on the floor. Quietly sitting on her lap was Snow.
Moumou is going to have a some tragic emotional state. I'm going to open the door for some drama and angst. Don't worry nothigmng worst is going to happen...
I hope so...
Thanks for reading!