Genre(s):
Drama
,
Fantasy
,
Gender Bender
,
Mystery
,
One Shot
,
Psychological
,
Shoujo
,
Tragedy
Summary:
Through the looking glass into Camelot Garden, falls a boy named Ryu, whose purpose is to crush this weird, semi-malignant fantasy world. Oh yeah, and the below is a direct quote from the beginning of the story.
The Lady of Shallot
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror’s magic sights:
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, came from Camelot.
“I am half-sick of shadows,” said
The Lady of Shalott.
“Tirra lirra, tirra lirra,”
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web: she left the loom:
She looked down to Camelot.
Through the looking glass into Camelot Garden, falls a boy named Ryu, whose purpose is to crush this weird, semi-malignant fantasy world. Oh yeah, and the below is a direct quote from the beginning of the story.
The Lady of Shallot
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror’s magic sights:
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, came from Camelot.
“I am half-sick of shadows,” said
The Lady of Shalott.
“Tirra lirra, tirra lirra,”
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web: she left the loom:
She looked down to Camelot.
Through the looking glass into Camelot Garden, falls a boy named Ryu, whose purpose is to crush this weird, semi-malignant fantasy world. Oh yeah, and the below is a direct quote from the beginning of the story.
The Lady of Shallot
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror’s magic sights:
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, came from Camelot.
“I am half-sick of shadows,” said
The Lady of Shalott.
“Tirra lirra, tirra lirra,”
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web: she left the loom:
She looked down to Camelot.
