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Beatrice, a curious and adventurous young girl with eyes of Smokey brown. Her dark curly locks swayed in the zephyr; that blew through the town of Elmridge, a mystical tune draped around the clearing, it is drawn inexplicably to a captivating song that echoes from the mysterious mountain behind their humble town. Convinced that there is something extraordinary up in the mountains, Beatrice convinces her loyal and cautious best friend Diana to accompany her on this quest. Diana wasn’t too fond of this idea, though she proceeded with a slow nod. Shaking uncontrollably as the zephyr proceeded to hug the mountain.

As they venture deeper into the heart of the mountain, the song becomes stronger, gradually overpowering Beatrice’s senses until they find themselves entranced by its enchanting melody. Led by the spellbinding sound, they navigate a labyrinth of treacherous paths and hidden dangers, their hearts filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Guided by an unyielding determination, Beatrice and Diana reach the inner sanctum of the mountain, where they come face-to-face with a tall and enigmatic man. Little do they know that this tall, intimidating man, that stared down. His light green eyes were enchanting... was a master manipulator who lures unsuspecting souls to their demise, Intent on extracting valuable information. Trapped in his web of deception. There was something off about him, but Diana couldn’t put her finger on it.

Beatrice unwittingly divulges the secret location of Elm ridge's most cherished treasure. Diana, recognizing the danger that lies ahead, valiantly attempts to stop this man. Throwing her weight forward, attempting to pin him to the ground. Clenching her fists together, forcing him to the ground violently. Attempting to strangle him with the resources nearby. Her life and Beatrice’s were on the line. She was not losing it as this man’s scrawny figure was struggling to wiggle free Beatrice stood tall in the corner. Unable to leave, unable to help. Diana went to glance around, planning out her next move in combat when all of a sudden, this man’s skinny, cold fingers crawled up Diana’s hand, wrapping around her wrists as he threw her off. Diana’s heart rumbled like a drum. Trying to get up as she faced Beatrice. She simply stared at her. Beatrices pupils softened.

The towering figure creeped behind Diana, a cold, sharp blade in one hand and his fist clenched. Beatrice turned, finally spotting the danger... but it was too late. The knife had stabbed her in the back, blood dripping out of Diana’s torso. She coughed faintly, and Beatrice raced over, letting out a howling scream. Pain kissed her tone as she held Diana close to her, wailing. The loss of her closest friend shatters Beatrice's heart, breaking the spell cast upon her. Infused with grief, anger, and a burning resolve, Beatrice emerges from the hypnotic hold and confronts this man… he wasn’t innocent. He was a murderer! A slaughterer!! Unleashing her hidden powers. Fueled by the belief in her innate goodness and a desire to vanquish the evil that has caused so much pain, she engages in a climactic battle against this murderer.

Lightning cracks across the sky as thunderous roars echo through the mountainside. The clash between good and evil intensifies, with the echoes of their struggle reverberating through the land. With each lightning strike and thunderclap, Beatrice channels her inner strength and resourcefulness, gradually gaining the upper hand. In a final moment of sheer determination, Beatrice overpowers the black-haired man by slicing off his arm… The holder of his powers. The force of good always defeats evil. As the storm subsides, Beatrice emerges victorious, the echo of triumph resonating through the mountains.

The townsfolk gathered in the center of the town; victoriously celebrating Beatrice’s return to Elmridge. Beatrice holding Diana over her shoulders; one part of her heart ached with sorrow, the other with triumph. Once Beatrice ventured back down the mountain, booms of church bells ringing. Tens and thousands of people flood the street. There are signs and people screaming in celebration. Beatrice hears the chants there yelling; Beatrice, Beatrice, Beatrice!!  She was celebrated as a hero, her bravery and resilience admired by the townsfolk.

After a while, the sun began to fall, and the moon made its presence. A young girl tugged on Beatrices cotton dress. She inquired on where Diana had been. Beatrice frowned, clenching her fists once more. It was time to remember. Without hesitation she began to announce her death. There were sounds of crying. Beatrice will forever mourn the loss of her dear friend Diana; Beatrice is determined to honor her memory by safeguarding Elmridge and its treasured secrets from ever falling into the wrong hands again. While Elmridge lives in triumph after the defeat of evil.

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Diana Roy was laid to rest at her funeral on a cold, rainy day. Despite the weather, a large gathering of mourners attended the ceremony, many of them family and friends of Diana, who all came to pay their respects.

Among the crowd was I, Diana's best friend. I was there to grieve for her lost friend, yet my mind was clouded with guilt and sorrow. I felt responsible for Diana's death, carrying the weight of her tragic and fatal death upon my broad shoulders... I had been the one to encourage her to take the fateful journey that had ended in tragedy.

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After the ceremony was over, the mourners began to disperse. I lingered, unable to move from my spot. I felt a strange pull towards a nearby grave and, before I knew it, she was sitting next to the tombstone.

Suddenly, a chill ran through my body. I looked up and noticed a dark figure hovering in the corner of my vision. It was a spirit, and it was angry. I could sense that it was somehow connected to Diana.

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The spirit began to speak, accusing me of my role in Diana's death. I felt a cold sweat break over my forehead; I was overwhelmed with guilt and tears began to stream down my face. After a few moments of silence, the spirit softened and told her that it was Diana who had wanted her to come to the funeral. She had wanted her best friend to know that she would sit through a long-lasting life of guilt of Diana Roy's death.

With the spirit's words, I began to feel my own guilt and sorrow wrap around me... so quickly it was like I was trapped inside a tornado. I was trembling as the spirit began to creep closer and closer. I began to plead my final goodbye but never my last apologies to Diana. As I left the cemetery, I felt a new sense of hope and understanding. I knew that Diana would always be with me... Aswell as the spirit. They were attached to me permanently for the rest of my journey. Sinking deep into my head like the roots of my hair...