♡♡About my OC ♡♡//AmyandTails1256//

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~~~Read~~~ (⁠θ⁠‿⁠θ⁠) Hey lovely people watch the project first and then read this ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ When you've finished watching: Ok here and I gave credits to the bot in the proj: I never thought my life would be anything other than ordinary. Most days at school were predictable — the same corridors, the same chatter, the same routine of lessons and laughter with my best friends, April and Dania. In my normal life, I looked exactly like any other girl walking home from school: black eyes, black hair, my favourite blue jumper, and comfy jogging bottoms. I blended in. I liked blending in. It made everything feel safe. But one afternoon, everything changed. The sun was low, turning the pavement gold. April and Dania had already crossed the road, waving at me to hurry up. I wasn’t really watching where I was going — I was texting them, laughing at something Dania said. My foot hit nothing. The ground simply wasn’t there. I dropped straight down into darkness. I landed hard, dust exploding around me. My heart hammered as I scrambled up, brushing dirt off my jumper. The hole wasn’t deep enough to hurt me, but it was deep enough to hide something impossible. There, half‑buried in the earth, was a wooden chest. Old. Carved. Almost humming. I swallowed, reached out, and opened it. Inside were two things: A staff, tall and smooth, with a floating orb hovering above its tip — glowing softly like it was breathing. A book, thick and bound in faded blue leather. The moment my fingers touched the book, a warmth spread through my hand, like it recognised me. I looked up and noticed something strange — on the other side of the sinkhole, carved into the dirt wall, was a set of stone stairs leading back up to the road. I didn’t question it. I just grabbed the staff and the book, climbed out, and ran home as fast as I could. I sat on my bed with the staff beside me, the orb hovering like it was waiting for me to breathe. The book lay open on my lap, its pages glowing faintly, as if they were alive. I traced the words again: “You are a Niko. Victory of the people.” My heart thudded. I looked at the drawing — the girl with yellow and pink hair, the blue sleeveless top, the pink flowy trousers, the pink sleeves that only showed at the elbows. She looked powerful. She looked like someone who could change things. She looked like someone I wasn’t sure I could ever be. But then I noticed something I hadn’t seen before. At the bottom of the page, written in tiny glowing letters: “To begin, say: hajimeru.” My breath caught. So that was it. That was the word that started everything. I stood up slowly, the staff warm in my hand. My reflection in the mirror showed the same ordinary girl — black eyes, black hair, my blue jumper, my jogging bottoms. Just me. Just Ami. But I wasn’t sure how long that would stay true. I swallowed, lifted the staff, and whispered: “Hajimeru.” The orb flared instantly, bright enough to paint my whole room in gold and pink. Light wrapped around my arms first, like soft ribbons tugging gently. My hair lifted, weightless, as if the air itself was holding it. I felt warmth spread from my chest outward — not burning, not painful, just… awakening. My black hair shimmered, strands turning yellow, then streaking into pink, glowing like sunrise trapped in motion. My jumper dissolved into tiny sparks, drifting away like dust caught in sunlight. In its place, the blue sleeveless top formed, fitting perfectly, as if it had always belonged to me. My jogging bottoms fluttered, melting into shimmering particles that reformed as pink flowy trousers, soft and airy, moving with every breath I took. Then the pink sleeves appeared at my elbows — delicate, petal‑like, glowing faintly. I stared at myself, breathless. I wasn’t just transformed. I was becoming. The orb settled, hovering calmly, like it approved. I touched my new hair, feeling the warmth still pulsing through it. I looked at my reflection — at Niko Ami — and felt a strange mix of fear and pride. I wasn’t ordinary anymore. I was something more.