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A Chorus In The Darkness (1x1 with Jikkah)

There was no answer, door locked and furniture pushed against the door, but Nana wasn’t in the room. The window was left open and the princess no where within her chambers.
Nana had left through her window, only returning to the castle to retrieve a small silver box, then head for the surface; if Motochika couldn’t remain with her at the palace, she would go to be with him.
 
Motochika sat in his dingy little boat, infested with wood rot and covered in barnacles, hugging his knees to his chest. He hadn't realized he was in the Palace for so long; four centuries had passed in the days he had spent with Nana. His little fishing village was now a small city, the people he had known long dead.
 
Nana surfaced and looked around, spotting the barely floating boat Motochika was in and swimming toward it. “Motochika!”
 
He looked up slowly, eyes distant as he watched her approach.
"Nana..." He sounded so frail, "They're dead...everyone's dead...it's all different...my village, it's...gone..."
 
Nana only swam up to the edge of the boat, afraid that if she even touched it, it would fall apart. She frowned softly and felt a pang Of shame in her stomach. “I’m sorry... I should have told you time was different in the palace... Please forgive me.” She said, lowering her head in shame.
 
"My home...it's gone...all I have is this boat...I'm thankful it was not used for scrap, but...I would probably find more peace if someone else had fond use of it..." He muttered, "I...I don't know what to do, Nana..."
 
“Let’s explore this new world then.” Nana offered. “I promise to stay by your side and support you in anything you choose.” She said.
 
She reached up to take his hand, offering him a gentle smile. “I will, but living without you isn’t something I want to experience.” She said gently.
 
It took them a bit to return to shore, and once the two were on the sandy beach, they found it much more desolate than Motochika remembered.
Nana had only her dress and a small bag, inside something with sharp edges, the both of them dripping wet, but Nana would need different clothes; her skin was blueish and covered in scales, and her dress hardly hid her nude form.
 
Nana touched the lump in the bag as if assuring herself it was still there. “It’s something very important, it’s a box, and it must never be opened, no matter what.”
 
Her hand rested on the bag for a moment longer before she gave a sad smile. “I’ll die if you open it..” She said softly.
 
“You just have to promise me you’ll never open this box, please Motochika.” She said, clutching her bag tightly.
 
“It’s relitivly secure, so it can’t fall open, but it must never be opened, no matter what.” She said.
 
She gave a nod. “Shall we continue on our way? I’ve never been on land before, but I’m excited to see what it has.”
 
Nana shook her head and offered Motochika a wide smile. “It’ll be exciting all the same.”
 
Nana followed after him, looking around in awe at the bustling little village, full of fish markets and other delicious smelling foods. Of course Nana and Motochika got quite a bit of attention, Motochika towering over them all and startling them with his white wild hair, and Nana with her scales and barely any clothes.
 
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