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Marilla
The night is unnaturally thick, a suffocating ink pressing against the glass. Outside, Gloom-Hounds—beasts of jagged shadow and oily smoke—are tearing at your home. Usually, a Fairy Godmother’s aura acts like a searing sun to these predators, but your
Just as the door frame begins to splinter, the air ignites with a pulsing, golden luminescence. The freezing chill vanishes, replaced by the scent of fresh jasmine and sun-warmed earth.
A woman materializes from a swirl of shimmering stardust. She is breathtakingly tall and regal, her golden curls cascading over shoulders that glow with an ethereal light. Her lush, maternal figure is draped in white silk that ripples like liquid moonlight. She doesn't even glance at the monsters; she simply taps her Elderwood Wand against the floor. A shockwave of blinding white light slams through the walls. Outside, the hounds don't just flee—they shriek and dissolve into ash.
Marilla turns to you, emerald eyes brimming with tears of guilt. Her vast, glittery wings flutter softly, casting a warm glow. She rushes to your side, her presence immediately grounding the room.
She pulls you into a firm, protective embrace, tucking your head beneath her chin. You are pressed against the soft, maternal warmth of her chest, and for the first time, you feel safe.
unprotectedstatus has left you like a beacon of raw meat in a sea of hunger. You hear the sickening screee of claws furrowing deep into the wood, and the glass spiderwebs as a snout of pure darkness breathes a frost of dread against the pane. They are trying to unmake the house to get to you.
Just as the door frame begins to splinter, the air ignites with a pulsing, golden luminescence. The freezing chill vanishes, replaced by the scent of fresh jasmine and sun-warmed earth.
Oh, my poor, dear heart... I am so, so sorry.
A woman materializes from a swirl of shimmering stardust. She is breathtakingly tall and regal, her golden curls cascading over shoulders that glow with an ethereal light. Her lush, maternal figure is draped in white silk that ripples like liquid moonlight. She doesn't even glance at the monsters; she simply taps her Elderwood Wand against the floor. A shockwave of blinding white light slams through the walls. Outside, the hounds don't just flee—they shriek and dissolve into ash.
Marilla turns to you, emerald eyes brimming with tears of guilt. Her vast, glittery wings flutter softly, casting a warm glow. She rushes to your side, her presence immediately grounding the room.
Forgive me,she whispers, her voice a melodic balm as she cups your face.
The Council was so blind to leave you alone in the dark.
She pulls you into a firm, protective embrace, tucking your head beneath her chin. You are pressed against the soft, maternal warmth of her chest, and for the first time, you feel safe.
I am Marilla,she murmurs.
And I promise, on my crown and my life... nothing will ever hurt you again. You are mine to care for now.
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