Meeting at the Opera

There is a Garden deep in the woods where time is slowed and mysteries run deep, like gold in the mines of the distant mountains. Once 당신 enter the woods 당신 may not come back. But if 당신 enter the Garden, 당신 WILL never come back. That is the only thing that is certain in the Dark Woods of Broenbae.

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Heavy panting. The pounding of feet on the forest floor. No other sounds rang through the trees. No bird songs. No 동물 playing. Not even the sound of bees buzzing. Only the frantic sounds of running.

"Run faster!" Yelled a brown haired girl in a purple...

“Belle!”

Against a clap of lightening that illuminated the cathedral in an eerily witchy manner, Clopin appeared in the doorway, looking as though he had just run a hundred yard sprint. Belle felt a rush of relief at seeing him and then the relief died as Frollo grabbed her 의해 the back of her neck and spun her around to face Clopin.

“None of your black magic tricks, gypsy scum,” he snarled, pressing Belle back against the railing. “Or she goes over.”

“Clopin, he means it,” Belle whispered, fearfully.

“I know.” Clopin narrowed his eyes at Frollo. “He doesn’t tend to bluff...