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Walking into the blank barren, of a room, which use to be full of light, where great parties and dances would be held. Now only a spider, Dust infested rotting box of wood. The musty smell that dug into Rea's nose, Made her hold her breath. As silently as possible stepping into the room, only a hollow tick of her shoe was heard. Her excellent vision and hearing, From being a vampire/elf; came in handy. Keeping her senses peeled for any sign of trouble. Taking more catious steps now, heading into the dead skeltal corpse of a castle was a hastle in the start not knowing how horrible this place would be. Soon she was near the middle of the room, only a few more yards. And she'd be in a safer yet dangerous place. But what place now. Was safe? In the world of danger. But before she could make easier steps, the heavy clanking Chandelier turned on, the candles wish sat untouched for ages, suddenly had a lively flame. It gave her creeps looking at its massive, Metal bones. It would rock back slowly giving her the goosebumps up every limb, But now it danced with life. Filling the dark room, with a golden aura. The shadows, now glittered with specks of golden light. The floors black and white pattern, Sitting with a layer of dust was more visible. The gold decor across the rooms ceiling, glittered with its small amounts of life. What a sight this place would have once been. To see all the ladies and there silk dresses, the jewlery that made there soft skin seem to soft to be true the gracefull dancing the clean floors, the room at its peak. The males having an outfit on for only the rich eyes to be set on. The chandelier rocked silently to and fro. Her green eyes watching it, her body paralized. Not willing to move, or maybe just not wanting too. A deep hum came from the walls, a steady rhythm sounding so beautiful its melody, was joined by more then one instrument. Her heart pounding within her chest, threating to rip out any second. Slowly the ghostly figures strode gracefully out, Pale faces, lifeless eyes. They swayed in from the north and south exit, dancing around Rea, Lifeless like dolls, on a string. Would she have to take part in the never ending dance of the dead orchestra dancers, To be banned by soul to the lifless place. To never be let free whatever happened here, wasn't going to go unnoticed. Unfortunatly Rea was going to be the first taker.

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Walking into the blank barren, of a room, which use to be full of light, where great parties and dances would be held. Now only a spider, Dust infested rotting box of wood. The musty smell that dug into Rea's nose, Made her hold her breath. As silently as possible stepping into the room, only a hollow tick of her shoe was heard. Her excellent vision and hearing, From being a vampire/elf; came in handy. Keeping her senses peeled for any sign of trouble. Taking more catious steps now, heading into the dead skeltal corpse of a castle was a hastle in the start not knowing how horrible this place would be. Soon she was near the middle of the room, only a few more yards. And she'd be in a safer yet dangerous place. But what place now. Was safe? In the world of danger. But before she could make easier steps, the heavy clanking Chandelier turned on, the candles wish sat untouched for ages, suddenly had a lively flame. It gave her creeps looking at its massive, Metal bones. It would rock back slowly giving her the goosebumps up every limb, But now it danced with life. Filling the dark room, with a golden aura. The shadows, now glittered with specks of golden light. The floors black and white pattern, Sitting with a layer of dust was more visible. The gold decor across the rooms ceiling, glittered with its small amounts of life. What a sight this place would have once been. To see all the ladies and there silk dresses, the jewlery that made there soft skin seem to soft to be true the gracefull dancing the clean floors, the room at its peak. The males having an outfit on for only the rich eyes to be set on. The chandelier rocked silently to and fro. Her green eyes watching it, her body paralized. Not willing to move, or maybe just not wanting too. A deep hum came from the walls, a steady rhythm sounding so beautiful its melody, was joined by more then one instrument. Her heart pounding within her chest, threating to rip out any second. Slowly the ghostly figures strode gracefully out, Pale faces, lifeless eyes. They swayed in from the north and south exit, dancing around Rea, Lifeless like dolls, on a string. Would she have to take part in the never ending dance of the dead orchestra dancers, To be banned by soul to the lifless place. To never be let free whatever happened here, wasn't going to go unnoticed. Unfortunatly Rea was going to be the first taker.