Chatterbox: Inkwell

The Starry Knight                                                                                              

In the starry glade, the wind called her name. It called it when she returned there, called it when she left for justice against the ones who had killed her so long before, the ones who destroyed the world she came from, and would do the same to so many others. It called it when they killed her yet again, returning her to the glade once more. But the third time she returned to the glade was different. This time, she was offered the chance to leave once more, as the first Starry Knight.

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"Ooomyliiiiiaaaaa.... Ooomyliiiiiaaaa... Ooomylii-"

"What, Sengere?!"

"Why are you asking me?" asked her sister, feigning innocence. "It is the wind again!"

"I regret telling you that, Sengere." Omylia turned the corner, her milky grey eyes somehow seeing, though no-one knew how she could. The strange red birthmarks trailing down from both her eyes to her chin glistened in the red light cast from the dome that was the only pretection from the ravaged world outside. She always heard the voices, but no-one else could hear them, carried on the sim-wind that blew through every day at seven-o-clock precisely. No-one else could hear them scream at her to please save them, help them, take their vengeance on the ones who had killed them. No-one else saw the visions of lush green trees, lakes of glistening water, animals of all sizes and shapes. No-one else smelled the salty sea-wind blow in from outside, bringing with it visions of strange finned creatures who breathed water, the tentacled creatures fighting with monstrous mammalians who expelled water through the tops of their heads. No-one else felt the phantom leaves brush her hair before dissapearing...But Omylia was jolted out of her thoughts by a blaring alarm. They both sighed and headed toward  the command center, where their father would be waiting...