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Little by little time rolled by without resistance. It's was nature's first instinct to tick away with the second that counted. Even if the plant stopped to exist, time would still continue to exist. As time flew so did the days begin to count.

Soon it had counted up to a week after the battle that flattened up half of maple groove village.

Laying in a wooden room, abed a small wooden bed, the sleeping beauty slowly opened her eyes. Her long lashes fluttered for a few seconds before given way for her wet drowsy eyes to show. Her eyes were shining so beautifully that the star would fill miserably to their competition. Her long carved brows furrowed slightly as she pensively sat up on the bed.

Devoid of any cloth, her fair skin glistened seductively with the morning sun rays seeping into the room from the wooden left agape. Save for the gauze wrapped around her chest, abdomen and a part of her shoulder, she had no clothes on her upper body.