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A little cruel story

Chapter 7, to the beginning

*The sun was shining. Many flowers were strewn on a beautiful meadow under the slope. So calm and relaxingly quiet, as if it was supposed to be like that from the beginning. This calm, peace, a cool breeze giving a thirst for life.*

— I wanted to ask you something

*Suddenly a familiar voice said from behind. It was so unexpected that the princess shuddered and looked with displeasure at the familiar, but definitely not a friend.*

— You found me again, aren't you tired of it yourself?

*The princess of the red rose asked, distracted from her favorite pastime - the silence in this field. The prince slowly came down and sat down next to the princess.*

— What is your name?

*This question surprised the princess. She thought that he would ask something like "why did you run away?" or "what are you doing here?" etc. But no, he asked exactly that. That's why the princess looked at the prince with surprised eyes.*

— Name?... But why do you need it? It's not customary for us to address them, and they have long been disowned

*The princess was very curious about why the prince was so important and interested in this.*

— Well... It's just...

*The prince turned away, but then turned back to the princess. He was embarrassed to tell anyone this, because it might seem "strange". But despite this, he still decided to tell. Come what may*

— I believe that a title can be replaced at any moment by a completely different person. Unknown to me or unknown to you, and then he will not be the person I am talking to now. Therefore... I would like to know your name before your title remains your title

*The prince said this a little decisively and firmly. Usually such things should not reach people and they should not be so important to them. But despite this, the prince really cares about it. The princess was surprised. Why is he... So strange? Red Rose had never thought that such thoughts and reasoning could flash through the prince's mind. He wants to remember her despite the fact that she rejected him and ran away? Hid... Yes, he is indeed strange, but that was what attracted him.*

- I see. Okay, but only after you find me.

*Red Rose Princess smiled widely, looking confidently at the prince. Maybe he can-*

- Stop retelling our memories! Just answer me, or else... I'll have to resort to drastic measures.

*I was getting a little angry. The book's aimless and disconnected chatter irritated me. It was as if he was deliberately dragging out the time for answers.*

- Oh-ho-ho prince! Well, I need to somehow start this chapter correctly? Otherwise, readers won't be able to connect with the story, and then we'll be wiped off the face of the earth, and we'll never exist again. Only in the thoughts of a girl who's currently lying on her bed and suffering nonsense from boredom.

*Despite the threat, this book looked calm and even the opposite. Has he really become braver since their first meeting? Maybe Ryo was right, and I'm too soft and kind? It's so painful to realize that he's no longer alive... There's no time for that now! Pull yourself together! I don't even know what to answer.*

- Okay, okay, go ahead and ask. It's so unbearable to work with you, you know that, right?

- Stop breaking the 4th wall and talk.

- How impatient you are... Eh... Well, ask your questions.

*The book humbly lowered its face? And flew off to the side a little, not too far.*

- Well, first of all... Where is that guy now? I mean...

— A fake princess?

— Right!

— Well, actually... I have no idea myself

*This book... Are you serious right now? He just shrugged his shoulders... Or his sides... Or... It doesn't matter! Shaking his shoulders from side to side. Is he lying?*

— How am I supposed to know if you're telling the truth or not?

— It's up to you to believe me or not. But I'm telling the truth. I don't know. Actually, I was supposed to voice the princess's dream just like in the other chapter, but I couldn't because of you. And... It seems like you made him feel a little... Depressed, sad, which is why he deliberately fenced off my influence on him. It sucks.

*The book made a sad face and lowered it a little. I was hooked by the words of this book... I'm not surprised that the guy could actually feel rejected, even though he didn't listen to me... But how... Unless...*

— That's right, the princess has dark magic

— W... WHAT???

*I was shocked. All this time... The princess had dark magic, but despite that, she managed to hide it from everyone for so long. If everyone knew about it, he would have been executed or burned, called a "witch" a long time ago. Then why would this guy do such things?*

— Because he saw beauty, salvation, and relief in it. He will tell you himself if he wants, so I won't go into details further.

— Okay...

— Ask more

— Let's say I believed you, go on. How are you related to that guy?

— Well... It's a long story. The princess will tell you herself. You've had enough, I think you want to end this discussion yourself, right? Better look for your princess.

— ... But where? Maybe you need to look in the original room or...

— Have you thoroughly examined and rustled all the rooms with princesses?

—... Yes, I think so, but wait.

*I realized one thing, we really didn't inspect the first room well. We only inspected one area and one path, which leads to the princess of the room itself and was the shortest. But there's no other... It's worth inspecting this room better. As for the rest, we completely ransacked the second room and didn't find anything strange, and the third... No, I can hardly get through there. Of course, I can try to smash it with a sword, but most likely there is some kind of protective barrier on it that won't let me do that.*

- You're right, if I couldn't, then you certainly can't.

- I wasn't asking you

- Oh, how mean we are!

*I looked at the book with slight irritation. Is he kidding me? Now I wanted to try to break or knock down that door even more. But something tells me that I shouldn't do that. I went to the very first door and pulled the handle, the door opened.*

- Well, that's wonderful! Bye-bye!

— Hey! Stop!

*Then the book seemed to dissolve into thin air, leaving me alone. And where did he disappear to? Actually, I wanted to take him with me, so that he could help me in my search...*

—... Okay, I need to go further, forward

*I opened the first door. At this point there should have been an end, but there isn't, so enjoy reading further. Suddenly, a bright light poured out of the room, so much so that in the other rooms there was either no light or it was very dim. I closed my eyes and went into the room, closing the door behind me. When my eyes got used to the bright light, I calmly looked at the road ahead, which was already familiar to me. So I stood there for a few minutes, trying to collect my thoughts. Should I continue along it or turn in another direction? In fact, I'm not sure... But I can't hesitate and need to hurry up!*

— I can try to turn, but there are only solid bushes here.

*I turned towards different paths, but there were bushes everywhere that seemed to say "Go ahead, don't look at us." Oh no, I won't stop. I had to push the branches of the bushes aside with my hands to go further into the jungle. Lots of trees, vines, grass, bushes, everything was familiar enough. I walked without stopping, looking ahead and only occasionally turning around in different directions, afraid of missing something. I reached a strange rose that didn't fit into the overall picture. Isn't that strange? Of course it doesn't match the area. I walked up to it and, squatting down, touched it with my hand, stroking the soft and fragile petals. It felt like it was about to melt or break in my hands. It looked so fragile... But it was also pleasant to the touch and soft. In fact, the rose was red, but it was as if it had been painted black with paint. That's when I felt some light from her, plunging into darkness.*

...

*Mom and Dad hated each other. Dad called Mom names and humiliated her in every way, and Mom tolerated it. But eventually, Dad got a mistress, who made the situation worse. Women are very perceptive. She quickly figured it out and started yelling at Dad, and he yelled back at her. Then that day, the whole palace and even beyond could hear those screams. Why didn't he just apologize to her? I didn't understand it. Mom got sick, and very seriously, she was sick and in pain. Dad was less often at home, spending more time with his mistress. I was only 8 and I didn't know what to do. I took care of Mom and always tried to be near her. I also began to read a lot of different books from time to time. They helped me distract myself from what was happening around me. But in the end, I still stopped reading them and went to help my mother.*

...

*I opened my eyes, was it a dream? But how could I be knocked out like that? I didn't even feel tired before. Looking at the rose that was growing right above my head, I noticed: some of the paint had dried up and chipped off, like an egg shell. This vision was not an ordinary dream at all, was it? Dark magic again? Most likely yes, in other words, I don't know how to explain it. Changing my position from lying to sitting, I looked at the rose again, turning my side to it.*

- Maybe I need to make it so that there is no paint left on the rose?

- Well spotted!

- AAAAAAAAAAA?!

*I didn't expect a sudden presence and quickly stood up, turning to the side where the voice came from. It was a book.*

—There are 3 of these roses in this room, covered in black paint. You have to find them and see all the memories.

*I wanted to refuse but... What if it has something to do with that guy? The fake princess? What if I play this game and I figure out how I can help him? Or will it help me find a way to get to him? It's worth a try.*

—...Okay, but wait. Have you seen him before and do you know where he is?

—Why do you come to that conclusion?

—It's obvious. You disappeared as quickly as you appeared last time. And the roses, and that vision.

*I said, looking at the book.*

—Okay, bye-bye

—Wait! What will happen after that if I-

*But before I could finish speaking, the book disappeared. Again. Why does it disappear so quickly every time? Okay, maybe I'll think about it later, but right now, I need to find the remaining 3 roses.*

//DIDN'T EXPECT IT????? Me too, to be honest. I started writing it a long time ago, but I only finished it now. I'm still in shock that I wrote it and now I'm posting it. I hope that during my absence and touching this fanfic, I haven't made this chapter worse or forgotten how to write. I'm really not sure now what else can be written here... but I think you understood the metaphor with the red rose and paint, and that it's an analogue of the stars in the game itself... Well, that's all, bye everyone!

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