The hooded girl is crying. Tears streaked down her face. She couldn't do this; but it was better than the other outcome; slavery. She had to help her...if she didn't...
She finally knew; she finally remembered. If she wanted her to have a chance...
The hooded girl put both hands over her friend's forehead, pushing as much Memory Block mana as she could inside. It would leave a scar, but that was okay. Sweat beaded at her forehead as her unconscious friend groaned in pain. Her friend's eyes opened and smiled lightly, as if knowing what her hooded friend was doing.
Tears streamed down her face, if that was possible for an undead. It hurt. It hurt to do this, but... Drained of strength, the hooded girl flopped down next to her friend, whispering quiet, mourning "goodbyes" under her breath.
And then...she's gone. The hooded girl let out a sob, seeing her dead friend. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry...I'm so, so, so sorry..."
She gripped the side of her face, and cried.
"Kosmo, I'm so sorry...!!"
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Past-Tense: Her Spirit's Presence
FantasyKosmo wakes up in a field, not sure where she is. But here's the thing-she doesn't remember anything about herself. She can only recall her name-Kosmo. With nothing but a diamond necklace and the skin on her body, she decides that she wants to learn...
