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Many, many ages ago, a light was brought forth to the world. With it, darkness sprang to life, and devoured its very soul and being. Together, they were meant to be.
Between the groves of dark mangled trees and blood rose bushes stood a tall building. The cathedral stood tall and proud, though the inside could not compare. The building, in which choirs once sung, had been cleared out and converted into the home of darkness and despair. Silver candles lit the cold hallways. Twists and tunnels lie far beneath the ground.
Babylorias Cathedral had once been the center of a small town. The people of the town would often buzz with gossip and excitement as they dressed in their Sunday's best and slowly walked to attend Mass. The cathedral had been beautiful. Iron gates locked its purity from the outside world. The people would cry and weep on their knees, touched by the blessings offered.
One day it was all gone.
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Primrose ran hurriedly through the dark twisted forest. Thorns from the harsh branches reached out and clawed at her limbs, tearing her rain-soaked clothes. Her dark hair flew furiously behind her. Splashes of wetness clouded her vision as a dark mist filled the air.
She wiped the raindrops from her teary wind-whipped face. Her almost bare feet splashed in the muddy puddles between patches of grass until she reached a thin dirt road. Her face slightly lit up at the chance that she might have reached a nearby town. She ran faster down the road, ignoring the painful burn of the wind against the scratches on her bare arms and legs.
She slowed down as she reached a clearing, her mouth slightly agape. Before her stood a tall building with many dark cone-shaped roofs. The windows were stained-glass with the colors of white, grey, and red. The building itself was a dreary grey color and surrounded by heavy black iron gates littered with crosses. Large wooden doors marked the entrance to this strange but enchanting building. She approached the gate, a bit weary of her surroundings. She lightly touched her soft dirt-stained hand upon it and it easily creaked open.
I know better than to enter strange property such as this... she told herself, but continued to proceed anyways.
She walked up to the large wooden doors. Her hand shook as she knocked upon the doors a few times. There was no answer. She turned the silver knob to one of the doors, only for it to swing open on its own. She look startled and jumped back a bit, but as if in a trance, continued through the doors.
The entrance was extremely dark, but it sheltered her from the harsh rain outside. She lightly shivered as she felt the door slam shut behind her. She was in a small room with red carpeting. Unlit candles lined the walls, though she could barely see what was in the room. Biting her lip, she continued through another set of wooden doors.
The next room was extremely large. The floors were glossy and marble, but the walls were dark and black. Stained-glass windows lined the tall walls. She looked up to see them depicting some sort of story. She looked up to see the ceiling of the room was painted with beautiful scenes of angels flying through the sky covered by clouds and light. She suddenly looked down again to see the room was mostly empty. She realized she must be in some sort of church, as there was a marble altar at the far-end of the room. In the empty space should have stood wooden pews, as down the middle of the room there was a long red carpet going towards the stairs leading to the altar.
Suddenly, she heard a soft melody of an organ playing. The melody was familiar to her. The soft sounds of the organ sounded strangely creepy, but also comforting. The girl swayed back and forth, closing her eyes and drowning herself in the melody.
I feel funny... she thought to herself, as she dropped to the floor. Her body lay sprawled out upon the red carpeting in the middle of the room. Her dark curly hair, though covered in small twigs and leaves, looked ever so shiny. Her dark face had a slightly red tint to it. Dark freckle-like moles dotted her face.
Her chest heaved up and down as she drew deep breaths. Her eyes slowly closed, her dark wispy eyelashes fluttering. Although she looked beaten and battered, there was a beautiful glow to her. She looked rather youthful, and a slight innocence was shown through her face, almost as if being in such a church was fitting for her.
"Oh?" she heard a deep voice call before she drifted off to sleep...
