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The instant Sprite stepped into this familiar territory, everything felt wrong all at once. It was darker than before, for one thing, the walls lined with long cracks branching out, creating flaws in the design. She ran a thin finger along the wall, her eyes scanning the room, trying to scan Sylvie's aura, heaving a huff of frustration when she found nothing. 'Think, Sprite. What would your father do in this instant?' She paused. 'Dad wouldn't even know.' As she took another step, the ground beneath her rumbled, causing her to stumble over herself, flailing her arms like a cartoon character would when they were on ice. Once the rumbling ceased, she walked forward more, using her senses to reach deeper into the seemingly abandoned place, where only hours before they'd been face-to-face with the very person who was the sole reason of their predicament, how and why so many people were part of this place, the key to unlocking the door which held many answers long searched for. She pushed open the enormous double doors, straining against their heaviness. She dislodged a shard from her palm, tossing it aside. The long hallway presented before her was no better than the last room. Here, the air was stale, the stink of unknown things rotting in the weak, flickering light greeting her. She gagged silently, then moved down more, trying not to breathe the foul stench in. Time seemed to slow as the whispers came to her, heard only by her. They formed familiar words that her brain switched to Asgardian, translating them quickly. She swallowed. He had found her.
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♤The Conqueror's Dagger♤
Fanfiction~He'd never expected this. He just wanted to return home. Now, he had a trapped possible love prospect, and a daughter who didn't know her own power. He's on his own now.
