[center][h1][color=silver]Annabelle Irons[/color][/h1]

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The pale-skinned magical girl felt the thrum of an Overcity Shift in the air, stretching into the air and enveloping her like a blanket. The girl's red eyes shot open wide with a look of sheer horror, but there was little time to respond before the shift would have moved her. There was little time for anything to be done about this, but maybe...damn it all. She could at least leave something to help with this, it was perhaps all she could do.  

The darkness magical girl without thinking reached over towards her right shoulder with her left hand, casting a spell to form a blade-like protrusion...and shoved in what little magic she had left to force it to suddenly grow.

With a nasty crack and splatter sound, Annabelle's chain arm was cut off from the shoulder, the void-touched girl's face streaming with tears as the metal clanked to the ground. Yet Annabelle's body shuddered itself, no cry or scream, as crimson blood began to flow from the again-stump of a right arm she had. It seemed stupid, foolish...but the arm had its job.

She could feel her eyes wanting to shut, more than anything now, and even in her state she could feel the rage in the magic of that dragon from not too far away....it sent a pang of raw pain into her chest merely to feel it. She knew this magic, she'd felt its thrum alongside her own heartbeat, enough for it now to bring her sorrow rather than joy. 

That magic was entirely Regina's to the core. 

The girl she loved, the friend who had been closest to her of anyone. And she could feel her pain from here.

Annabelle's mouth could not utter any more words, and the lightness in her chest seemed to indicate a very grave thing she'd feared. But there was no time to pause. She could do one last thing, perhaps:

[color=silver][i]'Amaryllis, please listen...i don't think...i'll be coming back...from this Overcity Shift. 

I've got my arm set to...help finish this...but you have to...take care of the rest... 

...[b]Save her, please[/b]. Regina...the dragon...ah...'[/i][/color]

The Rose Knight would hear those weak words echo loudly within her skull, a message from the void-touched girl. Annabelle's form shimmered away as she was pulled into the Overcity, however, a weak and slightly sad smile lingering on her lips as she disappeared seemingly into the ether. 

[center][h3]~Unknown Location, The Overcity~[/h3][/center]

The magical girl's body eventually landed after what seemed like forever, even with a great thud. As her eyes softly opened in this new place, Annabelle gently turned her head a little to see a strange white ground beside her. But the impact had felt soft to her, almost like a pillow...or a dream. Though the pain seemed to be fading fast enough in general.

After a minute or two, though, the girl felt her smile widen slightly and shakily.  

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It was a field of flowers, and she herself upon the flower-crowned hill overlooking them. 

Snow-white flowers, in fact, alien in shape...but softly glowing under what looked like a lovely moonlit sky. 

They seemed to expand into the distance like a great ocean as far as she could see from where her head lied. And as a gentle breeze came in, they began shifting and rustling very lightly under the silvery light. 

Their inky black stalks were so slender, fragile-seeming nature, as if any mere movements might snap them in twain. 

Their flowers too seemed to expand into a delicate array of five petals, stretching up as if to reach up to the sky to embrace it. 

[color=silver]"Re...gi...na..."[/color]

She'd had no idea the Overcity had such a place. It was beautiful. Radiant, even. 

Even as the flesh of her body turned black, shifting into some kind of lifeless magical-drained mass that began to flake into the wind, she continued to smile as some of the few happy memories began to come back...bit by bit. 

Maybe it had been good she wasn't able to remember her life before being a magical girl. Because...because she'd been able to meet so many new people! 

She'd helped some strange girl find a place in the city.

She'd been able to eat out with friends. 

She'd been able to find "that" special someone, and see her beautiful smile. 

She was able to fight to try to help save the world, even, from her evil boss!

She'd even been able to start with that fresh slate so many people might only dream of. 

It hadn't been the best new life, not even the longest one, but it had been great. The bad times had hurt, sure, but... Heh, better to have had a beautiful, fleeting dream to be had than a cruel eternity, right?