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Fanfic: Miia-Sweetiie x33

Subtitle: -The Fanfiction-

Chapter: Arrival at Madam Tsunads´

The forest is big. A jumble of large and small trees. From green and ... dark green. Of leaves and needles.
Of light and shadow.
Everything is in harmony, but Mia is terrified of this chaotic confusion. But she has to go through.
She pauses for a second to take a deep breath. Then she follows the sign to MADAM TSUNAD'S.
After a few minutes - or hours - the trees give way to wax.
Not that the wax just lies there or anything. No, it is wax trees and not these trees that produce wax - which of course does not exist - but these trees that are made of wax.
Wax beetles keep crossing the path and Mia is afraid of seeing a wax bear when a small growth tower emerges from nowhere.
He's suddenly there. It neither grows out of the earth, nor does it fall from heaven. Suddenly he stands there.
Before Mia can recover from the shock, the waxy door opens and an extremely pretty lady steps out and shouted:
"Eyes, eyes on the wall! Who is hiding here in the waxy land?"
Startled, Mia turns around when a mouth opened behind her and calls out in a loud, booming voice:
"A girl, madam.
Fingers clammy.
Is afraid of being visible.
She finds it terrible.
Offer her a place
to sleep,
let them find the treasure
or take them to the port.
No matter what you do,
everything will be right
no matter how you like it,
let it be right
A girl, madam.
Fingers clammy.
Is afraid..."

"Be quiet,
Little eyes on the wall,
you are talking too much,
Labertasche in the country.
She will come to me,
and have joy
their aim blurred,
and feast on sweets. "

Confused, Mia looks to the eye and wonders why it can talk. Since when can eyes talk? And what about describing your feelings?
It is slowly getting scary, but she has no choice, because a thunderstorm is approaching and accommodation would not be bad. So she runs to the young lady and is already looking forward to the sweets that are supposedly waiting for her.

This is how the adventure begins with Madam Tsunad's and opens up further questions, but perhaps also answers.

Mia follows Madam Tsunads´ without saying anything, the atmosphere is just too magical for that.
The house is not a house, it is an illusion. As if you put a cardboard box in the middle of the forest, paint it like a house, but inside there is nothing.
As soon as you open the door, something green shimmers slightly and it takes some effort to climb through this type of door.
But it's worth it, as Mia finds out.
A cold breeze roams through her as she enters the bill box; and the silence of the trees turns into a fluttering, small, colorful heap that is doing gymnastics on Mia's hair.
It's fantastic, once again she changes the world and looks into the face of butterflies that can talk. They are made of wax and made with such love - they look so real.Mia carefully takes one in her hand and examines it, hoping to find the clockwork.
Is there a lever you can turn to make them fly?
"Leave it!"
Startled, Mia obeys and lets the little creature tumble roughly on the floor. Since when can wax figures talk?
Mia has already been to the wax museum in Berlin and everyone was pretty ... lifeless. What's going on here??
"Oooch ... my poor little baby, did you hurt yourself a little? Did the wicked witch scare you?", Madam Tsunads´ whispers to her and puts her on a "changing table". There is a beeswax candle on the small table and Madam Tsunads´ lights it. After a tiny amount of it melts, she takes part of it, kneads it into a tiny baguette, and stuffs the wax piece into the butterfly's mouth. The little thing flies away with a smack.
"Don't look so stupid! Never heard of wax figures?"
Confused, Mia looks at her and shakes her head because she has never seen anything like it.
"The people of today.", She sighs, then drives on, "I am Madam Tsunads´ and the wax comes to life under my hands. I am the elixir of life of this magical world and am only subordinate to Queen Orochimaru. Understand?"
Confused, Mia nods, although she doesn't really understand.
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