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She who sleeps eternal...

Flutori

The Kingdom of Phantasia; home for all children who seek salvation from their torturous lives. A home that, if you close your eyes and hope for reprieve, you will find yourself away from your torments and unhappiness. Originally built by two best friends, one of whom was raped, the other, a mechanic's son who was beaten. Of course- the two would eventually grow older and rule the kingdom- always accepting any poor soul who also wished to escape to a new world.

With each wonderful addition to their kingdom, the Queen became more and more lonely, and longed for a child of her own. Unable to concieve due to the abuse she had taken before fleeing Earth, her husband created a miracle, and gave her a child, whom he created with all his powers available to him. He named the young child, Flutori- after the fluffy feathers, her ears, which fluttered in the wind.

The child began to grow, and was very loved among all the children. When word came that humans were going to come, to the kingdom, real adults, the King and Queen feared for their people. They assigned people to help protect their home, and assigned two young lovers, barely 17, to watch over their beloved daughter, with whom, the entrusted the secrets of the kingdom.

However, the humans did come- and in the horror, the king and Queen were killed. It was under the folly of Satsuki and Tori- the couple which, had sought out each other instead of their princess, that Flutori was attacked. In that chaos, Flutori fled from her chambers, her royal necklace placed securely around her neck. She was already special, and she had a Kingdom she could help.

She fled down the palace steps, her silver gown a flutter in the swift and terrible winds that wracked the crystal palaca's steps. She rushed forward and knew instantly that there was no hope for saving the people here. She instead, hurried back into the castle, to go deep into the center of the kingdom, to complete her final rite.

Satsuki, aware of her folly, flew after the Princess and caught her, just as she was attacked, and suffered a fatal wound to her side. Falling to her feet, the enemies defeated, Satsuki's sword fell from her hands and she coughed, the crimson blood staining the clear whit marbel. Flutori glided over to her fallen warrior, and, taking her trembling hands into her own, tiny, child ones, sqeeuzed them tightly, and told her that she will entrust to her the jewel that binds her soul to the Kingdom.

Satsuki, feeling the cool jewel pressed against the fevered flesh of her hand, nods. Flutori stands, all of 5 feet, and smiles sadly, holding the now empty socketed charm in her small hand. Her eyes widen with horror and knowledge. "Go to your lover," she says, "and follow your heart." Flutori runs away, up the palace steps to the final throne... and Satsuki calls for her, too wounded to follow up the tall steps. Moments later, she is swarmed with enemies...

Meanwhile, Flutori climbs the steps, her pale, dainty feet, making soft padding noises and her skirt fluttering gently around her knees. Her laugh, and the determined expression her young face, doesn't fade even as she feels an enemy coming up behind her. Turning, she raises her hands up and shoves him back, in mid air, away from her. Turning, she hurried up the rest of the steps. She comes into the room, and rushes forward into the crystal clear water, her dress billowing out around her small form.

A group of men rush into the room, and she doesn't recognize the things held in their hands. She smiles, as she reaches the center of the room, and closes her eyes, opening them again as she gently took the charm into her small hands, cradling it once, with loveingness in her movements, she opens her eyes, and unblinking, watches, a small, yet terribly sad smile on her face as the water from the pond suddenly surges upwards to form her into a crystal case.

All around the kingdom, the few remaining children that had not been taken, faded away, and slowly began to disapear before the human eyes. The men in the final throne room stood horror struck and transfixed as the small, perhaps, 12 year old child was encased in ice, her soft, green eyes forever sad and smiling...

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Description
She who sleeps eternal...

Flutori

The Kingdom of Phantasia; home for all children who seek salvation from their torturous lives. A home that, if you close your eyes and hope for reprieve, you will find yourself away from your torments and unhappiness. Originally built by two best friends, one of whom was raped, the other, a mechanic's son who was beaten. Of course- the two would eventually grow older and rule the kingdom- always accepting any poor soul who also wished to escape to a new world.

With each wonderful addition to their kingdom, the Queen became more and more lonely, and longed for a child of her own. Unable to concieve due to the abuse she had taken before fleeing Earth, her husband created a miracle, and gave her a child, whom he created with all his powers available to him. He named the young child, Flutori- after the fluffy feathers, her ears, which fluttered in the wind.

The child began to grow, and was very loved among all the children. When word came that humans were going to come, to the kingdom, real adults, the King and Queen feared for their people. They assigned people to help protect their home, and assigned two young lovers, barely 17, to watch over their beloved daughter, with whom, the entrusted the secrets of the kingdom.

However, the humans did come- and in the horror, the king and Queen were killed. It was under the folly of Satsuki and Tori- the couple which, had sought out each other instead of their princess, that Flutori was attacked. In that chaos, Flutori fled from her chambers, her royal necklace placed securely around her neck. She was already special, and she had a Kingdom she could help.

She fled down the palace steps, her silver gown a flutter in the swift and terrible winds that wracked the crystal palaca's steps. She rushed forward and knew instantly that there was no hope for saving the people here. She instead, hurried back into the castle, to go deep into the center of the kingdom, to complete her final rite.

Satsuki, aware of her folly, flew after the Princess and caught her, just as she was attacked, and suffered a fatal wound to her side. Falling to her feet, the enemies defeated, Satsuki's sword fell from her hands and she coughed, the crimson blood staining the clear whit marbel. Flutori glided over to her fallen warrior, and, taking her trembling hands into her own, tiny, child ones, sqeeuzed them tightly, and told her that she will entrust to her the jewel that binds her soul to the Kingdom.

Satsuki, feeling the cool jewel pressed against the fevered flesh of her hand, nods. Flutori stands, all of 5 feet, and smiles sadly, holding the now empty socketed charm in her small hand. Her eyes widen with horror and knowledge. "Go to your lover," she says, "and follow your heart." Flutori runs away, up the palace steps to the final throne... and Satsuki calls for her, too wounded to follow up the tall steps. Moments later, she is swarmed with enemies...

Meanwhile, Flutori climbs the steps, her pale, dainty feet, making soft padding noises and her skirt fluttering gently around her knees. Her laugh, and the determined expression her young face, doesn't fade even as she feels an enemy coming up behind her. Turning, she raises her hands up and shoves him back, in mid air, away from her. Turning, she hurried up the rest of the steps. She comes into the room, and rushes forward into the crystal clear water, her dress billowing out around her small form.

A group of men rush into the room, and she doesn't recognize the things held in their hands. She smiles, as she reaches the center of the room, and closes her eyes, opening them again as she gently took the charm into her small hands, cradling it once, with loveingness in her movements, she opens her eyes, and unblinking, watches, a small, yet terribly sad smile on her face as the water from the pond suddenly surges upwards to form her into a crystal case.

All around the kingdom, the few remaining children that had not been taken, faded away, and slowly began to disapear before the human eyes. The men in the final throne room stood horror struck and transfixed as the small, perhaps, 12 year old child was encased in ice, her soft, green eyes forever sad and smiling...

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