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The Queen is a little different that you'd think.

Her chestnut hair is unkempt and looks as if it hasn't been brushed in days... maybe even weeks... Her mascara left long black streaks down her face... Her huge puffy gown is torn, ripped, and covered in dirt and grime. The saddest thing about the entire queen was her eyes. They were filled to the brim with sorrow, you can tell. You aren't sure what this queen's been going through, but you can take a good guess and believe that it can't be anything too good.

"Welcome to the Fogging Tear..." Alexandria mumbles just barely audible to your ears. "I bet you want to know why you're here right now." The Queen takes a long, deep breath and continues, "Long ago, it was prophesized to me that a child would be born..." Deep breath, "And when she would come of age, would be able to save the Misted Realm..." Deep Breath, "From the invaders that we've had..." You expect the Queen to take another deep breath, but she doesn't. She stops talking and stares at you.

"Um..." You awkwardly say as Alexandria stares you down with her purple eyes.

"Rowan," she begins again, "You are that child that can save us."
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