I am called Little Dream,
And you? You are Alice!
You wish to have your own world, right?
Then go and create it!
Everything you wish!
Everything you desire,
You can have it here!
I'll give you the necessary power!
You want people?
Go and create them!
You wanted to become King?
Go and create your own kingdom!
You wish the sky always night?
Make it dark!
Throw stars!
Draw moons!
Make it beautiful as you see it fit!
You have a favorite style of clothing?
Have your people wear them!
No one will say no!
This is your world now!
So, draw your desire as you see it fit!
"You know I love you." A brunette confessed, she has several bruises and torn clothes, her hand is gripping on a scimitar and pointed at the other girl slumped at the dirt.
The black-haired girl's gaze penetrates the well-being of the brunette making her inside trembling, not in fear but excitement as it can see from her crimson orbs.
"You are the only person who accepted the real me." the brunette continues, as she runs the tip of her sword in the other's face.
The other girl has bruises and torn clothes, as well, but more miserable than the other.
They fought each other. The brunette pushes the black-haired to the corner reaching this moment.
"I really love you! You are my first and only friend."
"So do I." the other replied without taking her gaze away to the one standing above her.
The brunette smiles bitterly.
Why? She doesn't know. Maybe because she really loves her more than she could think of.
"But… I love this world too. I just cannot let you destroy it. So please forgive me, you have to die here."
The brunette raises her scimitar, ready to strike the enemy in the form of her only one precious friend.
Taking her last glance, the brunette brings down her weapon.