• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 01
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Prospero’s Daughter

She had partied late into the night
Returning home to her father's side
The memory of his brilliant light
Was too much for a girl like her to hide
Playing dumb was perhaps the only way
His ancient mind might not consider
That she was the one who sparked the day
And had grown tired of being prisoner
The monster was right in his confession
And so she must begin her mission.