"Bella!"
Damian shouted thunderously, and in that very instant, dazzling streaks of color suddenly appeared in the sky—brighter than any rainbow, dotted with tiny glittering stars, as if fairytale creatures might emerge the next second to dance upon them.
The streaks nearly covered the entire heavens, blattering the terrifying crimson sky. The world below was cast in a rosy hue, utterly ill-suited to the snarling monsters baring their fangs and claws.
Bella's skirt fluttered high above, tossing her softly curled golden hair. One leg bent gracefully, her arms stretched wide as though she were about to take flight right then and there.
She smiled. Mischief lingered on her face, yet beneath it was an obstinate determination that defied belief. Her blue eyes trembled slightly, brimming with excitement.
"Do you know… do you know… I've always dreamed of a beautiful world, my very own kingdom. This world is so ugly, but I will make everything beautiful, don't worry…"
