Twilight Fortress

Hello my peeps.

So I just randomly got this feeling at like 4AM that I wanted to write another story so here it is!

Isn't it beautiful?

Yeah, so, yeah

Bye now

_________ With that out of the way, let's begin!
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Flit slowly walked out of her room, quietly observing all she'd ever known or seen: Blank stone walls.

For hours that morning she'd been planning with her secret ink, writing over the castle walls, trying to find a way to escape. At exactly midnight, the wolf discovered, the castle's walls shifted a little, each time revealing a hidden exit somewhere.

Yet the castle had been doing that for over 1 million years time, once you went in, you never came out. Why? Because exits were only visible to few. All of them were dead.

And they all came from Flit's family. For example, her siblings and her parents. They'd left her behind yet again. They always did. "You don't have powers," The queen had said to Flit. "So why should we bring you? You're a disgrace to this family."

It was true, though. They had started floating at age 6, but after that they lost it and moved on to detecting things through walls. No matter how hard Flit tried, she couldn't see through anything. When she asked her brothers and sisters if they could help her find a way out, they agreed only when she said she'd never see them again. But after that, they never paid much attention to her, even when she asked about it. Sometimes she sat by her bedroom walls, peeking out, hoping to see something other than aged stone. But she never did.

She didn't have much stuff, and even if she did, she barely had one bag. In fact, she had a quarter of a bag. She'd wrecked it out of frustration, like many of her other belongings, but they were more useful for crafts that way.

Sighing, Flit walked back into her small room. It was at times like this that she missed her family more. Not that her father or mother never loved her. They welcomed her when it was just them. At night, she snuggled in with her parents contently. It was the life she wished to get back, but hoping never did her any good.

Besides, she had important matters to deal with. In a few weeks, she'd be becoming queen. There was a slight difficulty with that arrangement, though.

(WIP)