On the Top of the World [Avari / OPEN]

[Alice Kingsleigh]

Nights in Twilight Town were seldom tranquil… at least, that’s what most of the long-timers said. There was always a speck of fear in the back of people’s minds, making them wonder when and where the children of the dark would strike next. Rest – actual rest, not just resting one’s eyes for a couple hours –had truly become a luxury under those circumstances. Fortunately for them, following the fall of the Chaos Hide, small “incidents” had begun to go down in numbers. People wandering the streets under the broken moonlight were a bit safer that before. That didn’t necessarily mean they felt that way, though.

Alice, being… well, Alice, refused to stay put for too long. The fear of being taken once again by the darkness was still there, sure, but rationalizing such thoughts appeared to be doing the trick just fine. For now, at least. That night, she decided to pay a visit to what had gradually become one of her favorite spots in town: the abandoned clock tower in Station Plaza. Hardly anyone seemed to roam around there aside from the occasional Shadow or two. The solitude itself was nice, but the view… the view was just stunning. The princess felt it was the only place where one could appreciate the beauty that Twilight Town still held in its core. Perhaps that’s why no one came there anymore. The memory of a past life could be something too painful for most locals to experience.

And there was also her conversation with that red headed man, Axel. She hadn’t seen him around since that day. Admittedly, part of her regularly sought to visit the lighthouse in hopes of encountering him once again. It wasn’t often that she found a kindred spirit like that.

Perhaps that day she’d have some luck on that regard.

Alice had reached the top of the structure a few minutes prior. She’d been lucky enough not to run into any trouble on her way up, but the blade gripped in her left hand proved she wasn’t one to leave that to chance. The cool breeze of the night blew through her golden locks, softly caressing the side of her face. A smile slowly spread across her face. It was a nice night; the woman felt compelled to stay a little longer than usual this time. She soon made her way to what she now liked to think of as her “usual spot”, and set her weaponry on her right.

Feet playfully dangling in the air, the captain sat on the ledge of the clock tower. A tranquil night at its finest... there, again, on the top of the world.