Fantasy Magical Revolution -Open/Accepting-

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Annabella S. Sinclair

I believe everyone is special and every soul is precious in their own way. Annabella

The sun shone high in the cloudy blue sky. It was a lovely day, to be honest. The trees waved in the gentle breeze that blew by as the echoes of children ran through the park, it was a weekend so that meant no school. There was shade cast by the trees that had new leaves and flowers. Cherry blossoms, then again, that was Japan for you. Their cherry blossom trees were such a sight to see. Of course, it would depend on who is looking at them, in this day and age, looking at something so beautiful was very difficult. There was a magical aura all around, however, because of this, not everyone was welcomed. Magic was considered bad or satanic. Thankfully, there were still some countries that were considered safe zones for magic users. Thankfully, Japan is one of them.

Within one of the parks with large trees surrounding the play areas, sat a young girl on a bench. She leaned back into the wooden bench, her head jerking every once in a while. Her long silver bangs hanging over her eyes, a soft snoring sound leaving her lips. From the sight of her clothes, it was kind of obvious she was a foreigner. She sat on the bench as if someone dressed up a doll and carefully placed her there, sleeping soundly in the party. Her legs close together and her gloved hands rested on her lap. Her clothes were pristine, though slightly questionable. The dress she wore didn't really look like a dress since it stopped really high at her thighs and the pantyhose who wore were slightly see-through. Her thigh boots were free of scuff and dirt. Her beret was clean and decorated with a silvery blue flower on the left side. Her body was...well, as it had been described by those who were hitting on her...casual chubby, the chub hitting all the right places.

The young woman's name was Annabella, Annabella Sinclair. A native of France and also part American. She was visiting Japan, an area outside of Toyko. It took a lot of convincing from her mother and father to let her go, mainly because they were very protective of their only child. However, they agreed to let her go, of course, not on her own. The family went to Japan and allowed Annabella to leave the temporary home they bought so she could explore. If she ever got lost, she was to call her mother or father. Annabella remembered the instructions and had been wandering ever since. While she doesn't know too much Japanese, she does know how to read some of the signs to know her way around. But right now, she was just resting. Sleeping, actually, on a bench in a park. A little habit she was known to do sometimes. Many questioned how she was able to do it, but she was never able to answer that. Thankfully, she was a light sleeper when it came to sleeping on park benches, so if someone happened or someone touched her, she would wake up almost immediately.