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Cimorene, the Dragon's Princess (dragonsprincess) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-15 04:23:00

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cathal, cimorene, complete, day three

Who: Cimorene and Cathal
When: Day 3, midday
Where: In the courtyard, outside the library
What: Cimorene punctures her own canon
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

Since her arrival, Cimorene had decided that the easiest way to get herself out of this mess was to learn as much as she possibly could about what she was facing. While she didn't expect the library to have step-by-step instructions on how to get back to the Enchanted Forest, she did sort of assume that one of these days, she was going to stumble upon something helpful. There were many different kinds of people here, and if Cimorene had all the information, it was far more likely that her knowledge and abilities, when combined with those around her, could be the difference between being stuck in this miserable little place, and being happy at home.

So, Cimorene scowered the library. Hardly proper behaviour for a princess, but then again, Cimorene had never been a normal one of those. She read books on every subject and every study, hardly sleeping, hardly eating, sure that in 'the next one' she'd find the answers she was looking for. But in 'the next one', she found something that she had no prepared herself for. A narrative account of her life. Every detail hashed out perfectly, from her life in Linderwall to her battle with the wizards and the saving of the Enchanted Forest. Odd, to be sure, but then again, histories weren't that far out of the realm of reality, right? But there were more books, three more, and by the time that Cimorene was done with the quartet, she was far from calm.

She had a husband. A son. She was a queen. The wizards had come back, and it had been up to her to save her home and her friends, time and again. And she wasn't there anymore to do it. Panic surged in her chest and Cimorene fled the library, tears streaking down her face, blocking her vision. Her own personal...pre-history aside, people were going to die because she couldn't get home. People she loved. And it was all her fault.

Dashing from the library with her arms full of the small books that had so betrayed her, Cimorene was definitely not watching where she was going, and slammed right into someone. Someone solid enough to knock the abnormally fit princess over, her head making a sickening crack on the flagstones of the courtyard when it connected. Groaning, Cimorene rolled to her side, a ball of skirts and rumpled pages, and moaned.

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dragonsprincess
2009-03-16 09:46 pm UTC (link)

She was strong. Cimorene was very strong, and very clever, to survive through what she had, to bring about the downfall of the plan to take over her home. A blow to the head wasn't going to be the end of her, no matter how many echos she saw of the man in front of her. Her pride was a hell of a lot stronger than double vision. But still, now that she was fairly certain that he wasn't a real danger - odd, sure, but if he'd been planning on attacking, he would have by now - she was alright with backing up a couple of paces and leaning against the side of the library. "Nice to meet you, Cathal," Cimorene said politely. She could be a right pain in the ass when the occasion called for it, but still, she was brought up to be a proper princess. Just because it didn't take didn't mean that she didn't have manners.

"Well, I'm here, aren't I?" she retorted, and the slight rise in the volume of her voice had her hand going up to press hard against her temple. She let out a breath of air, reopened her eyes and then tried to figure out how to explain what had her running out of the library without looking where she was going. How to explain that she didn't know who she was anymore. She plucked a book from the pile under her arm and held it out. "That's me," she said, pointing to the illustration on the cover. "It's a narrative history, as near as I can figure. It certainly isn't fiction. But these..." she said, pointing to the other books, her lips tightening against emotion for a moment. "They're the same. Except...what's in here, it hasn't happened yet. And because I'm stuck here, it won't all turn out right in the end. Everyone I love...a husband and a son I don't even have...they're all going to die. What does that make me?"

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