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A free dark fantasy/mystery webnovel by Batensan
Two years after the Witch-Hunt War, Alouette awakens with injuries and no memory, only to discover she is the Doll Witch. Searching for her past, she travels with Guyot, a speechless suit of armor inhabited by the spirit of a soldier who died in the war.Yet somehow, the house where she woke feels wrong. Her doll familiars refuse to answer her simple questions. Something lurks behind the basement cabinet doors.Alouette navigates these mysteries and a world shaped by war, powerful witches, and vicious humans. The stage is set for a tale of unpredictable twists, pure love, and hellos and goodbyes.
✦ Alouette ✦
The heroine. A sweet, shy girl with a good heart but low self-esteem.Appearing as threads on her left hand is the Doll Witch's Dominion Mark—the symbol of a great witch.Due to her war injuries, she has to relearn everything from walking to how to be a witch.
✦ Guyot ✦
The deuteragonist. A gentle and attentive suit of armor that Alouette awakens in a forgotten battlefield graveyard.He died years ago, having reluctantly fought on the human side of the war.In his current form, he's unable to speak.
✦ Artifact ✦
The Artifact Witch, whose Dominion Mark is the knife in his left eye. A scholar who grew kind in the face of tragedy and loss.He owns a museum and is dedicated to archiving the best and worst of humanity.In his downtime, he's rather sloppy.
✦ Merry ✦
Frankly, a violent bronze unicorn that broke free from its carousel. Enjoys stabbing and kicking people.Alouette's new familiar.
✦ Euclid ✦
A princely medical witch who appears as a ghost after Alouette returns his staff to his grave.Even in death, the grisly fatal wound on his neck remains.His smile doesn't quite reach his eyes.
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...It's the middle of the night.
You went to sleep, safe in your warm bed like always.So why are you in the pitch-black basement?
Your hands twitch at your sides. You're sitting in a chair in the darkness.
The scent of carved wood, of course.
It would have been comforting if not for the disorienting awakening.This is the Doll Witch's workshop—your workshop.You try to lift your head, but it's heavy with sleep.
Blinking the blurriness out of your eyes, the silhouette of the work desk comes into view.Scrape.Scrape.Scrape.
Woodwork. But it's strange.
The handles of your tools are facing away from you.Someone is working at your desk. On top of your desk, right above you.
Who is this? Why are they here? Why are you here?As if bound by sleep paralysis, you remain seated, unable to lift your head, barely seeing, barely breathing—
Your breath hitches. The sound of tools ceases.Creak. Whatever it is, it's leaning down.
It's peering into your face.
Wake up, Alouette.
You'll be happier that way.