Sweet beginnings
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that's that horrible things name. He's one of the disaster masters. You mean no one's told you yet? Lend me your ear. Oh, legendary hero. And I shall tell you off the foul beings that wants terrorized our lands for such is my second greatest duty as Princess of the Ripple Kingdom. Many, many years ago, the seven kingdoms off Dream side lived in peace and harmony. But one day the Nightmare night appeared to shatter that peace with his great and terrible power, He cast our world into an age of darkness that threatened to last forever. The Nightmare Night created seven monsters and appointed them to rule over the conquered kingdoms of Dream Side. They came to be known as the disaster masters, and each one was more powerful than the last. The first with Splash Master the second was, um the second was, uh mmm. I'm sorry. I can't seem to remember any of the rest. That day was a dreary one. The sky had turned gray and was full of clouds. And for the first time in a long while, rain poured down on a street Civelli Marie city. The people propped open their umbrellas and hurried to their destination. School was out that day, and Kendra was taking a stroll in silence. She pulled her white turtleneck sweater of torch in her bright red rain boots, splattered with water from puddles that she'd stepped in. A large black umbrella was in her hands, shielding her from the oncoming rainfall, and a backpack was mounted securely on her back. She took a step into the Lily Cemetery, following the dirt path and enjoying how quiet it waas. There were no loud car horns or people talking on the streets or any interaction with people whatsoever. It was just her in the rain, gently tapping against her umbrella, she wandered off the dirt path, coming to a pair of headstones, both beginning with in loving memory. In a fancy font, she read the label softly to herself in loving memory. Jeremiah Branson in loving memory, Lydia Branson. She read over the names a few times in her head, letting out a soft sigh. She put her umbrella up and reached into her backpack. She pulled out a bouquet of carnations, most of which were soft, gentle shade pink and set them down in between two graves. Her thoughts were too clouded for her to even think about opening her umbrella again. So she opted to just stand in the rain, staring down at her parents tombstones. She took a deep breath in and forced to smile into a faces. She began talking, Hey, Mom! Hey, Dad! She paused for a few seconds, taking a moment to look around and see if anyone else was around. No, but he waas As usual, life has been okay. I met some friends in the four of them are really for a moment, a genuine smile flashed across her face. She thought of her friends beaming, grins, leath, small hand covering her mouth. When she laughed. Clem, holding a stomach Queenie, burst into a fit of laughter. Die cheese! Goofy had adorable chuckle that was funnier than it needed to be. Haynes half smile from underneath his scarf. Yes, it was obvious he was smiling. They're really cool, but I Kendra stopped for a few seconds, looking down at her feet as the rain gently dripped onto her face. I miss you. Kendra couldn't hold in her tears ever else. Furry Kendra couldn't hold her tears in eye brows, furrowing as she collapsed to her knees, angrily wiping away her tears with her hands. They didn't stop coming, gliding down her cheeks and plopping down onto the ground, so she decided to just let them come. She sobbed into her shaking hands. The sound of thunder echoing through her ear says the rain above port harder. The memories began to come back to her, whether she liked it or not. It's free, free real estate. We're giving you land. It's free. We're giving you a house. It's free. It's a free house for you, Jim. This is free real estate. You gotta bring furniture. But the house is free to bedrooms. No rugs. It's free. You will lock the door to your free house. We got you the real estate. It's a two bedroom house. It's free. It's gonna pull in the back. I'm not carrying this around all day. It's your house. Free, free, really real estate. It's a free house, Jim, I got real estate. Jim doesn't get any better than this, Jim. The house is free. The house is free. It's a free ******* house. It's very real estate