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Viviane's Viewpoint: Old Acquintance

"Haaa…"

Regret. A funny thing, really. A quagmire of hindsight and self-recrimination that never seems to arrive on time. 

For me, it came almost immediately after I agreed to Narcissus' absurd proposition.

"Haaaaaaaa…"

I was now the "guest"—a term stretched to its thinnest meaning—of this ragtag bastion filled with starry-eyed bastioneers and their dangerously sly leader. Narcissus, that young one, had, in one fell swoop, transformed my structured if not monotonous existence into a whirlwind of chaos.

Just when I thought that it wouldn't get any more worse.

At first glance, she was just an ambitious upstart fairy. But as I spent more time observing her, the layers began to peel back, revealing something far more dangerous.

Manipulative. Obsessive. Opportunistic.

And young.

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