"Alright you dumb door!" Backing away you took a big breath "You better take me to the surface-" You declared, pushing it open with both hands "Or im gonna pulverize you!" Before jumping inside the room hoping that this time it hadn't regurgitated y...
This time, instead of a headache, it was the warm rays of the sun that made you open your eyes. You always wondered, to tell the truth, how it was possible that inside a dungeon (a closed and underground place) that the cycle of day and night existed.
You were aware that magic had something to do with it, but that information didn't make it any less amazing.
Sitting up you yawned, stretching your limbs and scratching that annoying itch on your back. Uh... it was the first time in years that you had woken up by yourself, and from what seems like before anyone else! You turned your head to the right, looking at Marcille and Izutsumi still asleep in their shared bed.
Careful not to wake them, you crawled out of your futon, which you had managed to create for yourself, and tiptoed out of the room. A new day has just begun.
You walked around Thistle's house, admiring the beautiful cleaning job done by Laios and the others. You have to admit they are really patient, the last time you were here, the rooms were worse than his work study. And you should have seen his study to understand the level of messiness.
You tugged at the corner of your pajamas, mentally cringing at the thin fabbric. You certainly can't show up to your party looking like this, you need a change ASAP.
Walking into your best friend's bedroom you approached his closet opening it "Lets see. . ." you muttered, ruminating through his clothes. He's got to have something that fits you. Unfortunately your old clothes were completely drenched in blood and Marcille refused to give them back to you until they were thoroughly washed.
Your hands lifted the folded clothes, placing them gently aside to reveal more. Suddenly, from beneath the colorful fabric, something metal emerged, making you stop in your tracks. Huh? That looked familiar. You rummaged through the clothes until you pulled a chestplate out of the closet.
Your eyes widened "But this–!" this was YOUR chestplate! What was it doing in Thistle's closet? You were sure you left it in the Golden Kingdom. You turned the piece of armor in your hands to make sure it was indeed yours and not a random chestplate but no, it was definitely yours. The same dents, the same rust, the same scratches.
