The Legendary One - Ëïl̈ös̈ s̈üc̈ïn̈d̈äẗä

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“ֆ- .̈̈ ÿmḧ ̈ ̈ẗnḧ.̈ ̈̈̈̈̈̈n̈̈̈lë itc̈il tI s̈äd̈̈̈uaaenmḧ ̈s̈̈ ï̈tm̈ïb̈e rT̈̈x e ̈̈̈ bḧ ̈̈̈̈̈e p̈ ̈lp ̈̈̈.n̈ ̈ëïi ̈c̈̈lr̈d̈rt ̈̈ Ti ̈kr ̈cö̈̈̈̈̈i et ̈̈ond̈aa msr̈al ë̈̈uÿë̈vu kö̈ẗäleyllr r̈̈̈ü̈ëoed̈̈r̈̈ä̈së̈ ̈ä ̈ ̈̈s no sf̈̈̈̈iẅ̈ ct.” Psyëfami TranslationAs soon as Shella steps through the door, she begins to free fall. The sensation of falling felt too real, as if it had happened to her before. Something deep within her memories tells her that the sensation of falling was too familiar.

¿N̈ ̈s̈ov̈There.ë̈l̈eïd iuẗ̈ n̈inẗwos ̈̈r̈̈ü̈ n̈ our̈ ̈h n̈̈ ä̈hs ke up ̈ärs rmẗ ẗë ëh ẗ̈̈̈ m̈ rd ö̈ëhmnT̈ün̈ẗ̈̈aratherä ̈̈̈̈ep̈̈̈̈r̈̈r̈̈sn̈̈ ta ̈hdownwi¿.

¿ Ä̈s̈ov̈There.ë̈l̈eïd iuẗ̈ n̈inẗwos ̈̈r̈̈ü̈ n̈ our̈ ̈h n̈̈ ä̈hs ke up ̈ärs rmẗ ẗë ëh ẗ̈̈̈ m̈ rd ö̈ëhmnT̈ün̈ẗ̈̈aratherä ̈̈̈̈ep̈̈̈̈r̈̈r̈̈sn̈̈ ta ̈hdownwi¿.

¿ Ö̈s̈ov̈There.ë̈l̈eïd iuẗ̈ n̈inẗwos ̈̈r̈̈ü̈ n̈ our̈ ̈h n̈̈ ä̈hs ke up ̈ärs rmẗ ẗë ëh ẗ̈̈̈ m̈ rd ö̈ëhmnT̈ün̈ẗ̈̈aratherä ̈̈̈̈ep̈̈̈̈r̈̈r̈̈sn̈̈ ta ̈hdownwi¿.

¿ M̈ ̈s̈ov̈There.ë̈l̈eïd iuẗ̈ n̈inẗwos ̈̈r̈̈ü̈ n̈ our̈ ̈h n̈̈ ä̈hs ke up ̈ärs rmẗ ẗë ëh ẗ̈̈̈ m̈ rd ö̈ëhmnT̈ün̈ẗ̈̈aratherä ̈̈̈̈ep̈̈̈̈r̈̈r̈̈sn̈̈ ta ̈hdownwi¿.

¿ Ï̈s̈ov̈There.ë̈l̈eïd iuẗ̈ n̈inẗwos ̈̈r̈̈ü̈ n̈ our̈ ̈h n̈̈ ä̈hs ke up ̈ärs rmẗ ẗë ëh ẗ̈̈̈ m̈ rd ö̈ëhmnT̈ün̈ẗ̈̈aratherä ̈̈̈̈ep̈̈̈̈r̈̈r̈̈sn̈̈ ta ̈hdownwi¿.

¿ ̈s̈ov̈There.ë̈l̈eïd iuẗ̈ n̈inẗwos ̈̈r̈̈ü̈ n̈ our̈ ̈h n̈̈ ä̈hs ke up ̈ärs rmẗ ẗë ëh ẗ̈̈̈ m̈ rd ö̈ëhmnT̈ün̈ẗ̈̈aratherä ̈̈̈̈ep̈̈̈̈r̈̈r̈̈sn̈̈ ta ̈hdownwi¿.

“Aaahhhh!!!” She screams as she falls to the ground below. It felt like she had screamed the same way before, as if something was repeating itself, happening all over again. The same vision flashed within her mind again as she hit the ground below. A patch of soft strangely colored grass cushions her fall. Shella didn’t fall for too long, not long enough to cause her any harm at least.

Her heart was racing as she looked up at the open door in the air. “What? Why did I just fall from a door hanging in mid-air like that?” Shella looked around as she laid there on the patch of grass. “I thought that girl Mani told me I would get out. But I am still trapped in this strange world, whatever this all is. Maybe… Maybe I just misinterpreted what she said. Perhaps, she just meant the door was to get out of the room. Now…. Now I am outside again?” Shella lifts her body up from the ground. She sits on the patch of grass wondering where she is now. She looks around and curiously scans her new surroundings. The door hanging in mid-air was strange to her, but she had already encountered much stranger, unexplainable things. It no longer bothered her.

An eerie sound was in the air. But immediately what caught Shella’s full attention was a large castle-like structure positioned in front of her, in her line of sight. This dark mysterious haunting structure was massive. It reminded her of something she had seen before, but she couldn’t quite remember what it could be. “Something…. Something tall. Large. I-I cannot remember… W-why? I cannot remember what it was. WHY? WHY DO I NOT REMEMBER ANYTHING?” Shella yells out in frustration, not being able to recall what the tall massive castle structure reminded her of.

Once again without warning, Shella heard an eerie, creepy sound invade her ears. She knew exactly what it was this time. It was someone whistling. There was no mistaking it. It was clearly someone whistling an unfamiliar spine tingling tune. Shella didn’t want to listen to it any longer, but it was in her ears and she couldn’t get it to stop no matter how much she covered her ears with her hands. The tune kept repeating itself, lingering in the air before coming down and hitting her ears. “Arghhhh! Who is doing that? It is so creepy. Why is it so loud?” She scans her surroundings once again. It was all just an endless wilderness behind her. She realized the sound wasn’t coming from the wilderness but instead it was echoing from the direction of the castle. The only thing drawing her forward was that giant structure, the dark unsettling castle.

She could see the dark red and black clouds hanging high above her. Thunder roars fiercely as lightning flashes all around the castle, momentarily lighting up the structure for just a few seconds at a time. Her heart was pounding and she felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. She almost felt sick.

She knew something was in there, in that mysterious structure. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was but something familiar was there. However, the castle itself doesn’t register in Shella’s mind. She’s never been to a castle before. But Shella somehow already knew that something or someone was waiting. The whistling in her ears felt like a sign that something was going to happen. It felt like that eerie melody was calling her, beckoning her to come closer. But where? And to who or what? She lifted herself from the ground, but it was slow and hesitant. She was almost frozen in place. She didn’t want to move. She didn’t want to face what was in that castle. Her body began to tremble unexpectedly. She quickly gulps down air trying to get herself to calm down. Her hands were cold and she grabbed one hand with the other trying desperately to stop herself from shaking. It was not working. The more her attention focused on the castle, the harder her heart pounded in her chest.

She could not explain the sensation, the reasons why this place had her frozen stiff. “W-who or what is in there?” Shella bites her lips trying to get them to stop trembling. She wanted to get it over with. She wanted to rush in there and see who or what exactly was waiting for her. But at the same time, a feeling of dread was washing over her. She didn’t want to face the thing or person in that castle. Even though she was terrified, she needed to know desperately what was causing all those emotions inside her. Something was telling her, a strange feeling at the back of her mind, that what she was going to face next would be extremely hard. As she approaches the large castle door, Shella steps in front of the giant old-looking wooden door. It unexpectedly starts to open for her. There was no doubt about it in Shella’s mind, someone or something wanted her there. However, there was no one in sight. She looked around, poking her head into the castle. It was dark with torches hanging off the walls burning brightly leading the way, to who knows where.

Something told her, she had this feeling not to call out, not to bring attention to herself. She had figured that whatever, or whoever was waiting for her already knew she was there. What would be the point in yelling out?

The eerie whistling now invaded the inner walls of the castle. The sounds reverberated off the walls constantly all around her. It was an unsettling feeling, chills going down her spine as she walked in the direction of the burning torches.

The castle was dark, old, and extremely huge. The corridor she was in stretched far and wide, with a ceiling as high as a mountain. She noticed something on the walls. Carvings of hands. She wondered what the hands were all about but decided to focus more on moving forward down the long dark corridor.

The structure itself left Shella feeling insignificant and small. Her heart kept racing as she finally approached a large throne. On the throne was a person sitting on a dark intricate, yet old, grand seat full of images of hands. These hands were red with blood dripping from them. Shella didn’t want to know why the throne was covered in blood-soaked hands. It was creeping her out. And the more she stared at the hands the more she kept thinking about a certain point in her life. A traumatic point in her life.

She quickly looked away trying not to focus on the images of the hands. Her focus was then back at the person on the throne. It was a woman with her legs crossed. She was whistling that eerie tune. “Ugh, so it was you the whole time?” Shella whispers to herself, finding the eerie tune disturbing. She finally stops her whistling as soon as Shella was able to get a good look at her.

The mysterious young woman began to clap. When she did that, Shella’s mouth opened. She noticed the woman had red eyes and a red stone on her forehead.

“Y-you too? The stone…. That red stone a-again. How many people will I encounter with these stones?” Shella was trembling, unsure what to make of her situation. She had so many questions.

The young woman with long black silky hair, a sinister smile, wearing black leather battle armor uncrossed her legs and got up from her throne in a smooth and elegant fashion. Shella’s attention was hyper focused on her. She couldn’t look away. The young woman stopped clapping and began going down a few steps to get down from her throne and approached Shella.

“ֆ- !̈cos̈.̈̈lC̈aë̈̈hmëWm̈ ̈ocẄl̈̈̈̈̈̈ ̈eoeot. ̈̈” Psyëfami Translation

The woman’s voice was precise, thick, and smooth. There was authority and power behind every word. Shella felt chills go down her spine while listening. Each word was like the stabbing of a knife bringing an unsettling sensation to Shella’s mind. The woman stretches her arms out to her sides as if she is showing off her castle and her throne to Shella. The woman bows, tucking her right arm under her stomach and stretching the left one out in an elegant fashion as if she is in a theatre on stage finishing her performance. Shella contemplates on her odd behavior.

The woman proceeds to lift her head and looks at Shella while licking her lips. She stops bowing and confidently walks around Shella, scanning her up and down while playing with her hair.

Shella tries to follow her with her eyes and then turns her head when she is out of sight, walking behind her. Shella hesitates while doing it, feeling self-conscious as the woman stares at her like a hawk about to attack and devour its prey. “Uhmm… W-who are you?” Shella tries to keep eye contact but immediately drops her view to the ground as soon as their eyes meet, feeling intimidation and fear. The woman's skin was almost pale white. Her eyes were a much brighter red than all the other young women Shella saw before. Rubi, Luti and Mani. The brightness of her eyes made Shella tremble even more. The woman did not say a word. The silence was almost killing Shella, the woman kept analyzing her, staring at her.

She begins to whistle again, the same unbearable unsettling melody. It was starting to play tricks on Shella’s mind. She was almost on the edge of freaking out, plunging into a panic attack. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Shella gulps down air, wondering if she was just playing mind games with her. “Are y-you going to answer me?”

She was trying her best to hold her emotions back, trying not to provoke the woman. That’s when the woman finally stops dead center in front of Shella and stops whistling. The woman plays with her hair again with an eerie smile on her face. She finally speaks after a long moment of silence.

“ֆ- Ẅ̈nu ̈ḧ̈ä d̈ b̈w?̈oö…ät ̈̈̈t ̈m ̈̈ü̈ oäuö̈̈kyrẗa.” Psyëfami Translation

“Wha…. what? A-answer my question first. Just who are you and why am I here? What is here?” The mysterious young woman tilts her head and pouts, flicking her hair to the side.

“ֆ- oeḧ̈̈̈̈s̈̈o sv ̈ s̈ ï ḧrn̈sh f̈̈w.̈ ̈o ̈̈̈̈̈̈ r ̈̈̈̈ ̈ë̈̈ s̈s̈ tone ̈ueẗ̈ps̈tp tea ̈ ̈̈̈s̈öët ̈̈e ẗ̈̈ry ë̈̈ adw ̈̈ iyo ä ̈̈r̈̈̈̈ ë̈̈cl̈̈uvao lëögü̈̈yvrnäk̈u…v̈̈y ̈̈n Bem̈̈ olrnh Yä.l ̈̈ ÿ̈ ̈̈ooü̈ u, ̈aoöen̈er̈̈ ̈at y e uẗalt ̈̈̈̈ë̈̈g̈ö…̈ eterë̈el̈ S̈ ̈̈̈̈ẗü̈̈gä̈ï̈ sof̈̈ ̈̈̈̈f f uÿ̈̈ ̈eq̈̈i.”Psyëfami Translation

“Keep my….? Keep myself alive? Huh?” Shella had no idea what she meant by that.

Suddenly the woman disappears and reappears in front of Shella almost instantly. Shella and the woman’s eyes lock for only a split second, causing Shella to freeze up in terror.

The woman's unexpected quick movements freaked Shella out so much that she took a step back, but it wasn’t far enough. The woman was able to quickly punch Shella directly in the face, sending Shella back a few feet. Shella reaches for her mouth feeling the painful sensation of the punch. She was petrified, completely caught off guard, trying to keep her balance and not fall back. Her eyes widened full of fear and shock. The stinging sensation on her lips from the punch was a clear indication that Shella was not dealing with a friend.

“If she’s a warrior too, why didn't I sense her aura earlier while I was walking through the castle!?” Shella couldn’t believe that the mysterious woman just punched her. But for some strange reason she wasn’t surprised. Ever since she stepped into the castle, she felt hostility, fear, and dread.

“ֆ- d ̈̈̈ yë̈e ̈̈wul̈nys̈̈ .̈̈ ̈ö ë̈̈mëÖtie ä o ẗns̈̈hIïru tl̈̈̈ ë aön ̈ ̈̈ ẅ ÿ ä̈ ̈cd ̈̈̈̈uy sh.” Psyëfami Translation

“WAIT! You…. You can read my thoughts!?”

“ֆ- d̈̈röÿ̈ ̈̈nk aÿÿ ̈eä̈̈ëÏẗhhïam̈ÿ̈ö̈k̈ë̈̈ ï a ë̈ ̈ ̈̈̈eïuaë̈Ik̈rd.̈̈̈̈̈̈̈b̈äsv̈O ̈̈̈näa.l̈̈ ̈̈t ̈̈bn ̈t,ö ̈gs,y…lcḧm̈̈̈ẗö̈.” Psyëfami Translation41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2ZbsirNcgV
Shella swallows hard and her eyes widen. She couldn’t decide which was more frightening, the fact that she could mask her energy or that the woman could read Shella’s thoughts.

She wondered how it was even possible, how could that woman know what she was thinking about. Her heart kept pounding hard in her chest as she freaked out thinking how the woman had such an ability. Shella stared deep into her red glowing eyes as she stood there smiling back at her confidently.

“ֆ- o u ̈l̈atöeomäöulcü̈ö ̈̈̈ö̈briëänwum T̈ḧë̈̈̈d̈ẅNẗ ̈ä̈l̈̈i ̈.̈̈f̈ ̈tẅ̈T…̈ ÿä̈̈l ë̈̈̈̈̈ ̈l̈tm̈̈̈̈ls k̈̈̈̈̈̈̈.” Psyëfami Translation

“What are you talking about!? I do not know what you mean. I have had enough of all this! I want to leave. I want to go home! Am I dreaming?”

“ֆ- eḦ̈̈̈ëḧ…̈Od̈̈C̈aa…ẗ̈?n̈ö̈̈ïẅẗ ̈ e a ḧ̈̈s̈̈dr̈ ï̈̈ ̈e ̈̈sem̈̈eh.” Psyëfami Translation41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSsxIeTSycE
The young woman runs up to Shella and grabs her by the neck. She begins to squeeze as tightly as possible, bringing Shella down to her knees. Shella takes both of her hands and quickly grabs the woman by her wrist trying desperately to pry her hands away from her neck, but to no avail.

Shella’s eyes begin to water. Shella chokes and frantically tries to breathe. No matter how hard Shella tries, she couldn’t stop the woman from choking her. Shella grits her teeths as she tries to dig her nails into the woman's wrist. Shella gasps for air as the woman’s grip gets even tighter. Shella could see the woman smiling from ear to ear, as if she was enjoying every second of Shella’s suffering.

“ֆ- ë̈ests̈tpïḧs s ̈̈rlf̈̈̈ö ïd̈s̈̈̈ḧ̈̈ in̈ ̈̈n̈g̈̈lb̈ tiẅ̈̈ ẗgfcï̈Ÿ̈̈̈̈̈̈nḧẗ̈̈̈e ë̈̈ö̈ë̈n̈lë̈̈̈̈̈rlë̈̈ ̈̈lë̈ ̈ot ?̈ï̈ïẗ̈ ̈̈̈̈ep,̈̈ë̈ẗ…̈̈ ̈ ̈̈̈d ̈ ̈̈̈̈d ̈oi s̈an̈n̈änüvg̈̈̈̈ödä̈ob̈̈̈ ̈̈än aï̈ë ̈eb̈ëï̈n ̈oḧẗo,̈̈DTö a yottḧ? i rë̈̈.” Psyëfami Translation

The woman lets go of Shella's neck pushing Shella back aggressively. Shella coughed and struggled to breathe on the ground. She desperately gasped for air, filling her lungs up once again with one deep breath. Shella wondered what was wrong with this woman.

“Y-you are…ar… cough, cough…. you are sick! Do not touch me again, freak!”

“ֆ- hoYvlouwp̈k̈nt…̈̈ẗtms̈̈.̈oï̈̈̈ umo r̈s̈̈̈̈̈̈n̈ ̈or̈̈̈ul̈̈̈̈̈̈̈̈ï̈̈ey.iclü̈̈ ̈k̈ä ̈,̈̈üd…ö̈tüẗ ü̈̈̈ngë̈̈g ̈̈̈ ̈̈ h ̈tv̈̈ag̈ḧ ̈ẅ̈̈̈tḧë̈äynl̈̈td!dhef̈̈tö̈̈̈̈…̈ẅ̈̈rT ̈̈̈̈I ̈̈̈rẗ ̈̈̈ ̈laep̈ln ̈̈̈̈iao ̈on̈ö̈të̈ä̈̈̈̈̈̈t ön.y ̈h ̈e ̈̈̈̈ ë eü̈̈̈̈̈"̈̈h ü̈aï̈̈ möoḧḧwä̈̈̈̈̈p̈nẗ öä̈r ̈loëhh.̈ÿ̈̈̈̈̈̈n̈G̈iiD̈F̈cnŸ̈̈̈̈l ̈̈̈̈epeẅähoï ẗv̈öiNë ẗo.” Psyëfami Translation

The woman chuckles then licks her lips, completely amused at Shellas struggle to breathe. She enjoyed her dominance over her, making Shella tremble in fear, controlling her emotions, forcing Shella to fight to stay alive.

“Huh? What are you…..?” Shella at first had no idea what she was talking about. However, when her focus switched to the ground, Shella could see something on the floor in front of her. But at first it was blurry. She could not make out what it was. Shella wondered if the unhinged woman was talking about the unknown object in front of her.

Shella’s thoughts began to speak loudly in her mind. It was difficult for her to ignore.

“Do it!” “Do it NOW!”

“Just one cut!”

“No! Two cuts!”

Shella had no idea what was happening and why the unknown object on the floor was blurry. Her body was moving on its own toward the object. She had no idea why she was moving herself closer to the unknown object. Her body was trembling.

The mysterious woman smiles sinisterly and towers over her. She began to chuckle maniacally, enjoying every second of Shella’s struggle. As her body crawled on the floor, she got closer to the object and that's when her blurry vision went away.

It was a knife. A long sharp knife.

“ֆ- n̈ẗ̈̈rasr̈v̈etaoï̈̈̈̈ f̈,̈̈̈̈̈n̈e ë̈ e iẅ̈r̈̈eeD ̈r ̈̈ ̈̈s ḧ̈̈̈oon ük̈ï̈̈n b̈g, kef.̈ïtNl̈̈̈okoäpü̈̈Ynesondnë̈̈̈̈e…̈̈ ̈o ë̈̈Ä̈̈tsmm̈bë̈̈̈̈eas̈̈d̈̈̈̈dm̈ ÿ̈h.̈yrEö ̈.i ̈̈̈b ycs wa s̈̈ẅë̈ü̈ ÿütw ̈̈̈m̈öeeu ̈̈̈r̈̈̈̈̈̈ ̈i…anl ̈̈ run̈̈fphr̈̈̈lÿsn̈tn̈u.̈lg̈rwd̈̈ï r̈tëhä̈r n̈ oatä̈ n ̈ tt sun̈̈̈ïḧ̈,̈̈ ̈ ̈ö̈f̈ÿ.i ï̈̈̈r̈loGp̈g…̈ ü̈ttr̈l̈oïIoŸ̈ö̈d̈̈̈ ̈̈̈öä ̈r̈t ̈a.” Psyëfami Translation41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqbu7IybHpT
“Why? Why are you doing this to me!? I do not even know you! Why is my body moving on its own?” She wondered if the woman had some kind of power over her, controlling her movements. Shella looked at the long sharp blade in front of her. She had quick visions of the blade touching her soft skin. The blade piercing through the layers and penetrating deep into her. She thought of the rush of her warm blood quickly escaping from her wound as she dug the cold metal deep into her skin. She thought of the sensation, the feeling of wanting to release all her frustrations, anxiety, stress, the overwhelming thoughts, and her fluctuating emotions. She wanted her mind and body to be hyper focused on a different sensation, a pain, that will distract her from the other overwhelming things going on in her mind.

Shella did not want to think of those things, but the longer she looked at the blade the more persistent the thoughts of cutting herself became. She gulps down air wondering why she was thinking so much about that knife.

Shellas hands were shaking, yet as she was reaching for the knife, she felt something was off. It was as if she was reaching for something else, not the knife itself. Flashes of another vision appeared in front of her eyes. It was as if her body was reenacting a scene, something from her past, something familiar.

“No… There is something else there. I-I am not reaching for….”

Tears came down Shella’s eyes as she realized that the way she was reaching was the same way she was reaching out to her little brother, when his lifeless body was just a few feet in front of her.

“C-Corri, I see you. It is you….”

“ֆ- ̈̈̈p̈,̈.̈hncir oÄool wïëhöm Sdëḧ̈ë̈̈ẗ…wRt , ̈̈ecm m ̈ä̈̈̈l̈̈̈̈̈p̈ywe ̈Ss̈̈cö̈̈̈̈̈…ä̈e f ̈̈̈ ̈ l̈öïḧ̈d hḧen̈ḧ̈.a.” Psyëfami Translation

Shella’s hand was right above the knife. Her hands were shaking violently, reaching out in front of her as the mysterious young woman looked at her obsessively. Tears were flowing down her face, crashing to the ground below. It felt so real to her. Corri’s body was right there, right there in front of her.

“You will ALWAYS be alone.”

“NO ONE could ever love you, the way you are now.”

“You are BROKEN.” “What is the point of living?”

The woman's eyes widened, and her evil smile grew. Shella closed her eyes shut and willed herself not to think of her little brother and the knife in front of her. She tried desperately to hush the depressing thoughts in her head.

That's when the woman began to frown. She didn’t like Shella’s hesitation. The woman quickly leans over and tightly grabs Shella by her hair pulling back aggressively. “AaaaHHHhh!” Shella grits her teeth as she tries to get the woman to let go of her hair. A surge of pain shot throughout Shella’s head as the woman pulled and tugged on her hair as hard as she could. Tears rolled down her face as the woman began to yell at her.

“ֆ- !̈̈̈̈ NEÜẅ̈R̈̈̈R̈̈̈Rë̈ cHhHcNCoTRROIï̈ ̈B ̈̈ ̈ YDTnSYSÜHl̈̈l̈EH ! A ̈̈U!̈̈DË̈Ä̈M̈ ll̈̈DG.̈̈AFIN̈ BË̈Ü̈ ALAPÏeË̈PAÏAND̈ ̈ ̈.Ië̈ÄẄ TD ̈Ö̈̈H hï Ḧ̈RG AÜ ̈L̈̈̈ü̈̈TK ̈ID̈̈̈̈e AO …O aË̈̈̈ẅX,̈̈K̈TT̈̈…aÖIT!̈I ̈̈IIT EElC̈̈Ö B̈JŸS̈̈S̈̈̈D̈ ä̈MTC oeNb̈̈̈R̈n̈CETË̈BOd ̈̈̈̈̈ ̈ UHFË̈E UR…̈̈̈ÿ̈̈S̈̈̈N̈tT̈̈̈̈Ë̈̈Y HC̈dÖk̈,.!ëNHI…̈S̈̈̈Ë̈̈OnC̈ DNŸ̈ C̈̈̈̈̈̈ B̈̈̈̈̈ ̈H ̈R̈ TL̈̈̈̈̈̈Ï̈ONÖÏ̈Ï̈T̈r̈̈.” Psyëfami Translation41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAsI3ZMgZmV
Immediately right after the woman's words, Shella pushed the knife out of the way. “NO! What are you trying to pull here? I-I will not give in! I will not kill myself just for your sick entertainment you monster.” The mysterious woman puts on a pouty look and was overwhelmingly disappointed in Shella. She loosens her grip on Shella’s hair and violently pushes Shella’s head forward, finally letting go of her hair, completely fed up with Shella’s reaction. The woman steps back agitated at Shella’s decision to push the knife away.

“ֆ- ̈ ̈z̈r elmt ̈̈̈̈u?̈̈tdëe e ̈̈̈̈.̈oy s̈̈̈sö̈Or̈ẅ̈̈̈̈tö̈̈r̈s̈̈̈HeWcëoü a u ̈̈rm̈̈c̈̈̈rhöaö̈̈ẗ̈tẗ o…s̈ ̈ ̈I…̈̈.lärẗ̈ls̈… ̈̈iaẄẗlḧ.̈̈ naw ä̈eö̈…d ae…ë ̈̈̈……ü ̈̈̈ë̈orEr…md̈̈ e yaw.” The mysterious woman licks her lips sinisterly. “Md̈̈t ë̈̈̈̈…̈ ̈öï̈̈ ̈̈̈m̈̈̈̈ë̈nR̈ s ̈ẗÿë̈aer̈̈mr̈b̈b ̈ ë ïnr̈f̈̈boaëy…eaom?̈eëuid mhr̈̈.” Psyëfami Translation41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSy1LU9guk8
The woman snaps her fingers and right away the environment around them begins to morph in front of their eyes.

“Wait, w-what is this?” In front of Shella the castle began to disappear. The environment around them soon was replaced by an open field. They both were now outside. The castle was nowhere in sight. The open field felt eerily familiar to Shella.

“ֆ- leïrök̈üop̈ es̈̈̈ü̈roem̈̈̈.c̈̈̈̈d̈̈ ̈Y ök ÿep̈̈̈̈̈meu.” The woman began wagging her index finger back and forth. “ë ïö̈NsN̈̈om ̈ ̈ö̈̈̈oe ̈̈ë ë̈ḧẗo.öaü̈̈o lr̈̈̈̈ss̈möre ̈m̈r̈̈ ḧ̈̈n̈ntt.̈c,̈f̈etp. ̈̈o o… m̈n g̈̈ ̈f̈r̈̈s̈̈ë̈̈̈̈̈̈.nmo oeeẗ̈̈ḧöẗi astr̈Ietrpä̈̈̈̈ï̈̈ i.ÿ̈r̈të. uk̈së̈̈nḧ. ̈gn̈̈̈f̈loä ö̈̈ihTü̈ë̈f̈ëes ẗ̈ï̈̈̈̈̈f ̈c̈̈o cr̈sëẗ ̈id̈ë̈eẅ̈nIn̈̈esl̈̈s̈fcvs̈r m̈ḧ̈̈.Yuh ̈̈̈sÿ̈öl̈̈̈ t r̈n̈täam̈̈us̈̈̈̈̈̈,n eeö v̈̈uo. nl̈t ̈ s̈e ̈ ä̈uëẗeï̈ g̈ l̈uẅ̈̈̈lä̈̈ä̈hv ̈g̈sö.̈̈oö̈̈,yẗ̈B̈ ̈owt ̈iey. th!̈̈h I,̈̈̈ä̈̈uï̈ sẗ…̈ln̈v̈o ̈ï̈ töẗ ̈…?is ̈ ̈l̈̈̈ed̈Ḧ̈̈ḧTë nal ̈oms ë̈̈atöruẗ̈eë̈̈̈yü. iëḧoÏ̈Ḧt ….!̈ë̈l̈̈…̈…ev.” Psyëfami Translation

She wondered how this woman knew about The Invasion. She wasn’t someone that had ever lived in her village.

Shella breathes hard and wipes the tears from her eyes. “You said something about ‘zero’…. What are you….. talking about? ‘Almost there… at zero’? Something… There is s-something familiar about that word…. ‘zero’. What does that even mean? TELL ME!”

Shella looked around. She shot up from the ground immediately completely stunned. Her hands began to tremble as the mysterious woman just let Shella soak it all in, the new environment they were both in. The young woman took her time to answer Shella’s question.

“ֆ- ̈̈̈tukd ̈̈̈ulseheree ẅ̈̈ ̈n̈l̈̈hhl,̈̈öl̈o l̈ä ̈ï̈̈̈eï.s̈ ̈̈aẅ̈aa…̈̈̈̈Ÿ̈S̈dyl̈̈̈tos. tcä̈ü̈̈ö̈̈̈̈̈̈̈̈ltr̈̈ ts̈ẗ,̈ ̈ooorëyä n̈ r muar,tbf̈̈̈ïïaẗd̈sö twm̈̈ ̈̈ẗ ̈ym̈Auö̈ën.̈ueuÿ̈̈̈̈hf̈anos ̈ ë̈̈ä̈̈̈̈. hë Z̈̈gïaoodẗ̈̈r ̈nüb̈̈.̈oüäb…̈̈s̈̈st n…̈̈̈w eör̈̈̈lẗ̈bA ̈̈̈.ï.” Psyëfami Translation

“You’re in my MIND!?” Shella covers her ears and closes her eyes shut, trying not to listen to her words. “Get out of my head you freak! How are you doing this?” The woman didn’t move her lips at all; she just stood there smiling with her arms crossed. It was evident that she could somehow talk to Shella within Shella’s mind. Shella could hear every single word spoken in her mind.

The woman got closer to Shella as Shella’s back was turned. Shella grits her teeth trying to will it away, the woman’s words and voice, that still lingered in her head. She had her ears covered and her eyes still tightly shut. The mysterious woman reaches out and is about to slowly grab Shella’s shoulder. ¿ ̈s̈ov̈There.ë̈l̈eïd iuẗ̈ n̈inẗwos ̈̈r̈̈ü̈ n̈ our̈ ̈h n̈̈ ä̈liveshs ke up ̈ärs rmẗ ẗë ëh ẗ̈̈̈ m̈ rd ö̈ëhmnT̈ün̈ẗ̈̈aratherä ̈̈̈̈ep̈̈̈̈r̈̈r̈̈sn̈̈ ta ̈hdownwi¿

She was only inches away from grabbing her, licking her lips sinisterly, when suddenly Shella felt her presence and turned around, slapping the woman's hand away. Shella jumps back and positions herself in her defensive fighting stance.

“Do not do that…. Suci! I have told you before and I will say it again. Do not invade my mind like you always do!” Shella grits her teeth. Her eyes began glowing red intensely. Shella suddenly realizes that the mysterious woman had a name. Everything about the young woman at that very moment comes to Shella’s mind. Shella somehow knew her name was Suci. Shella was aggravated as if she had dealt with her many times in the past. “You are nothing but a twisted… unstable…. PSYCHOPATH!”

Suci just stood there. A soft chuckle came out of her and then it turned into maniacal laughter.

The young woman named Suci tilts her head and smiles. She licks her lips and plays with her hair.

“ֆ- h sP̈h ä̈y ücẗ ̈anëö̈̈p̈mḦ.y…̈etb̈̈h?̈ö̈d̈̈ho…e…̈̈̈̈̈̈” Psyëfami Translation

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*****This chapter is dedicated to Toxicsnack:"Don't ever forget me."******

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