Chapter 11: Of Princes and Lost Keys I
Key for this chapter:
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*Rinzen's Thoughts*
//Anyone Else's Thoughts//
'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...'
///Memories///
POVs
""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""
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Warning: Alternative POVs
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1-04-2113 (07:20 am California: Tovio Den, USA.)
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Marcia Skywalker on certain days genuinely hated her job.
Her last conversation with a seventeen year old, moments before she landed in front of a gargoyle, a sheriff aiming a gun at her face, a woman with long brown hair and two teens aiming staffs at her.
"I come in peace?" she stated warily.
"Who are you? State your name and business", the man wearing a crisp sheriff's uniform greeted her, albeit without lowering his gun a centimeter.