-- and death i think is no parenthesis (any)

[Elysha]

i tried to be your picture perfect girl,

but you were in your own fantasy world.

Elysha had not been out in the world much. Or, more aptly, at all. Born of an angel and a magician, with a devil as her counterpart - she was lost in the world. Her father, Eight, cares about very little at all - including most any of his children. So it was peculiar that for some reason, Eight had taken Elysha and frozen her in time. He suspended her in between the living and the dead, void of thought, emotion, and the sense of passing time. Why? She would most likely never know (it’s rare for Eight to explain any of his actions, really). But there she stayed - in a dark and quiet limbo of the dark magician’s doing - unaware of the decades that slipped by her as she slept in a dreamless state.
And then, she awoke.
She gasped - inhaling deeply as her eyes shot open. Bleary, she blinked a few times, clearing the decades of sleep from her eyes. She found herself laying in a small grove of autumnal trees, her body curled upon a bed of soft pine needles and the soft call of birds in her ears. Dusk settled in soundlessly around her, coating the land around her in wavering shadows.
Disoriented, she tried to shake the lifting fog from her mind. What was the last moment she could remember? Whose face was the last she had seen? She closed her eyes, her brow furrowing with the attempt to dredge up something from the grey film of her mind. But nothing clear came to the forefront, just the dark face of a man with a horn atop his head, surrounded by a flash of bright light - and even that vision was fading fast.
Panic immediately began to bubble up from the pit of her stomach as she came to the heavy realization that she could remember nothing from before. A blank slate stretched in her mind - an unknowing history stretching out behind her. This couldn’t be happening, this must be a dream, some horrid nightmare where ghouls would soon be reaching out of the dark before her.
Startled with this thought, she quickly scrambled to get her legs under her, the dusk chasing shadows at her heels. Her eyes rolled with fear, her legs splayed and her head careening left and right to take in her unfamiliar surroundings. Who knew what could be out here - while the immediate grove she was in seemed safe, the trees beyond looked like a cavernous mouth of teeth.
Okay - step one, figure out where the hell she was and how to get out of here.

ELYSHA

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