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A very strange request was recently delivered to all guilds across the land of Fiore. One that asked powerful individuals who were experts in the field of magic to investigate a certain house in the Rose Garden. On the outside, it appeared to be just another completely normal structure like any other. Walls painted pure white, though not exactly maintained very well. The house had a front door right into one of the less busy streets of the town and no garden of any sorts. Just a regular structure people would live in. That was about it appearance-wise at least.
Though, of course, there was much more to it than just that. The reason why someone wanted this house to be investigated was that it recently became a source of incredibly dense magical energy. Those sensitive to ethernano particles would feel as if the building housed every individual from the Ten Wizard Saints list and more. Several mages already accepted this request, thinking it to be easy jewels. But the moment they would approach the building, they turned away in terror, their sense of self-preservation kicking in. No matter what was inside, it surely had to be extremely powerful to have this much magic.
And no one wanted to deal with that head-on. But as one would have it, there was not a single person who knew the truth of this place. What was really behind those unlocked brown doors? A mundane hallway with three different doors both on the left and the right with a final seventh door at the end of the hall itself. Behind each of those doors, a plain looking room with barely any furniture and living space. This building was the home of Charlotte, a young White Witch of Black Rose. A fact that everyone failed to realize, as the house was still in ownership of two different people who fled the town fifteen years ago.
Charlotte’s parents. They were unknown. The girl’s special powers started showing very soon after she was born, so the pair decided to leave the ‘demon’ alone. The baby would be put in her crib as the two individuals pack all their belongings and left, never to return. The child was meant to die of hunger and thirst, completely and utterly alone. But it was not only her powers that made her special. A tall man in black suit with golden eyes found himself standing next to the wooden crib the moment those two left, a wide and eerie grin on his face. The Observer. He would take care of Charlotte from now on.
And as such, the girl survived and lived on. Alone, in this decrepit and bare home, her only friends beings creatures that no one else could even see. There was more to Charlotte’s story, but that was a tale for another day. For now, the important thing is that her power was only growing more powerful with time. Her white magic was special and it would leak out of her body that could not properly hold it under control. And as time went on, the magical energy would seep into the house itself, becoming part of it. Finally, the structure became so saturated with ethernano that regular people took notice.
And thus, this job was created for whatever brave soul would enter this monstrosity of magic. But perhaps they were right to worry. After all, nothing is left to chance in Charlotte’s story. The puppeteer has everything under their control and writes this story to their own liking. But there was another aspect to it all. The origin of Charlotte was not a simple one. Recycled from a story that already met its ultimate end, she was broken, and so was everything connected to her. And the house? The house might have been the biggest part of it all, pieced together from junk of magic and otherworldly stories.
Because of that, an anomaly was created. Charlotte herself could not trigger it, for she was in tune with the house and all it represented. But the moment someone else would open the doors of this house and set a foot into this building, a powerful wave of magic would activate and change everything. The front door would vanish and leave whoever entered trapped inside, the hall suddenly transforming into a single small room. An elevator that would start moving up. And after few seconds, it would come to a stop, regardless of buttons that might have been pressed on the selector to the side.
“Welcome to the First Floor, Guest”
It was not an automated message. The elevator spoke on its own as if it was a living entity. And it spoke straight to the person inside of it. The doors would open to reveal that very same hall that was meant to exist right after the front door. But it was no longer dim with walls covered in mold and nearly broken down wallpaper. They were painted a beautiful and pristine white, almost shining and blinding whoever would see this place for the first time. The doors remained unchanged, but gave off a much warmer, yet dreadful feeling of what they could be possibly hiding.
Regardless, one of them would open the moment this chosen person left the elevator. The third door on the right side it was. And from there, a young looking girl emerged. Her hair was just as pure white as the walls themselves. Her skin pale and her eyes the same as her hair, lacking pupils of any kind. Pure white orbs that stared right at this stranger. She wore a white swather with a bright yellow ribbon and a black short skirt. An attire similar to a school uniform in a way. Her legs were hidden away beneath a thin layer of black fabric as well, all ending in a pair of neat black shoes.
“W…who are you?!” Her voice was slightly shaking and clearly alerted, as she did not expect someone to enter her house uninvited. But other than that, she didn’t even notice any changes to the House. No, of course she didn’t. For she always saw it like this. The girl was unreliable when it came to her magic and mental state. While living in a home that was slowly falling apart, all she saw was a beautiful place she grew up in, a palace of White. But now, that imagination turned real by using a mage of this world, controlled by a different puppeteer, into reality.
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