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A fireplace was lit, burning brightly within the enclosed room, as a teenage Aurora sat within a furnished seat staring into the flame. The room was aged like the world, with olden clocks of different make, dulled yellow paint, and taxidermy animals lining the walls. Her beautiful mother, with hair as bright as the sunset and eyes as deep as the ocean, appeared from behind the young faerie and stood beside her, a smile alight on her pale face. "What is it you wish, my darling?", the mother asked, staring into her daughter's blue orbs.

Aurora said nothing in reply, continuing to observe the dancing flames. Her mother frowned, and leaned closer to her child. "Aurora, dear? Why won't you speak to me?" The beautiful adult didn't understand why her darling child, the one that would always light up when she gained the attention of her dear mother, would ignore her only now.

"Aurora, please. Speak to me." The blond pleaded, trying to gain the girl's attention through her eyes, sadness prevailant within them. As her mother said this, the brunette finally looked back into her mother's eyes, and replied.

"You aren't real."

The room near instantly changed before the teenager's eyes, aging even further as the teen became a woman herself. Everything became caked with blood, the taxidermy animals, the clocks, the walls, and the fireplace, whose flame was currently absent. Aurora's mother, whose eyes were so deep and full of life just moments ago, became dull and lifeless, falling to the ground along with the woman herself, who was covered in blood like everything else. The now adult Aurora brought her eyes towards the door, wide open and reeking of the smell of death. Darkness poured out of the opening and surrounded the brunette, whose blue orbs slowly became as dull as her mother's, Aurora not even flinching as a screech came from within the room, a sharp pair of fangs stabbing into her jungular.
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Aurora's real eyes opened quickly, the faerie sitting up within her bed as fast as she could, only to flinch and let out a groan as her muscles screamed at her for the sudden movement. Laying back down onto her bed, the faerie sighed after reviewing the dream she just had. It was always the same one, sitting within that chair in the old living room of her old house, staring into the fireplace that was always lit within that former home. Many times before, she had tried speaking back to her mother, to warn her of what was to come, but was never successful, and only hurt once more with the newly revived memory of her love. She has come to terms with her family's death, her sisters and her father, but her mother was always at the back of her mind, giving her that wonderful smile that made the world so bright.

Storing the thought at the back of her mind once more, the faerie was surprised to notice that she wasn't laying on a cot within the Kingdom of Darkness' Prisons. Instead, she was inside of a cottage that doesn't seem to be from the Kingdom of Light, nor Dark. What the heck was going on?

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