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Super duper rough version of Ceph’s story.

I am not proud of this at all/ but here’s some context: Ceph was asked to tell a story with a sad ending. He complied. >:/

Now then…like I was saying where our protagonist had lacked social class and power, he was fortunately able to make up in ambition. You see he’d set his sights on achieving a cruel goal that no other creature in the forest would dare to do...” The star paused, looking over his work as a small smile teased at his lips. His eyes met Asha’s.

Uh oh. She’d nearly forgotten who’d been telling this story.

“Which was to kill the young fairy who had more or less taken up temporary residence on the edge of his territory..”

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“You’re not very good at this whole ‘killing me’ thing are you,” the young fairy stifled a chuckle behind her hand as the boy angrily hauled himself from the bushes.

“Of course I am!” he huffed, yanking a few branches from his hair as he glared at her. ��I was closer today than I’d ever been!”

“Really?” she grinned, gently pulling another tree branch from his hair as his face reddened. “Because announcing ‘surprise attack’ while initiating said surprise attack sounds oddly counterproductive to me.”

“To you maybe, but to a hunter like me, it’s perfect!” he snapped, quite certain that a pretty fairy who looked his age would know almost nothing about hunting anyway.

“Do you want to know what I think?” she politely asked as she’d taken her seat on an old tree stump. This had to have been his what, his 36th attempt this month hadn’t it? Property damage aside, she’d had to admire his tenacity. It had served to make things interesting during her stay out here. The cottage had been a sorry exchange for a castle, as she’d tried to grow accustomed to the dreary landscapes of the mortal plane that had filled her mind each morning.

But alas, none of it could compete with the sheer brilliance of the fairy world that she’d left behind.

“No,” he grounded out.

Well almost.

“I think you need to re-evaluate your priorities,” she continued, ignoring how the small child quivered in anger. “Why exactly do you want to kill me? You’ve given me so many reasons, but none of them ever seem to well ... .really motivate you.”

“They do motivate me!” he argued back as he stomped his foot. “Your stupid laugh and smile! Your hair, and your pretty wings are all reason enough for me to-,”

“You think my wings are pretty?” she asked. Her near translucent blue wings shivered as she smiled.

“Don’t change the subject,” he replied, his tone nearly scathing as he crossed his arms.

She smiled, turning her attention back to her small cauldron that had begun to boil over the fire. “Care for some soup? I have enough for you too.”

His frown wavered, as he glanced from her to the trees. “Fine. But only because you’ve wasted too much of my time today,” he grumbled as he took the bowl from her hands. After a minute or so of drinking, he nodded, “it’s pretty good…you’re getting better at this.”

“Really?” She smiled as he nodded. “Thanks! I followed that cookbook that you’d lent me a while ago, and it turns out human cooking isn’t so hard to do when you have instructions to follow!”

“Of course it’s not,” he scoffed, wiping his mouth with the backside of his hand. “But I hope you don’t think that this will change anything. I’m still going to kill you, but I guess I can et you live for today I think.”

“Ah thank you, you truly are a wise and gracious hunter,” the fairy bowed. “Where would I be without such graciousness?”

“Dead that’s for sure,” he answered, pausing as he watched an orange leaf slowly fall to the ground.

“Oh?” the fairy picked it up, scrutinizing the leaf. “It seems as if winter will come early.”

“Winter?” the boy repeated in between coughs. “H-how do you know?”

“I suppose you could call it fairy instincts,” she replied, carelessly flipping the leaf over in her palm. “But there’s just something in the air you can only feel at times when winter is quickly approaching.”

He frowned, nervously staring at the leaf as another cough shook him. “Is it the cold? It hasn’t been very warm lately,”

“It’s a little more than that,” she chuckled. “But it has been feeling rather nippy lately, hasn’t it? Here, take this-,” she’d wrapped her cloak around his shoulders. “So you can stay warm. We can’t have you hunting me when you’re sick, now can we?”

“Sick? Ha! Hunters like me never get sick!” he scoffed as he stood up and adjusted the oversized cape. She couldn’t help but smile as she watched him momentarily admire the cape.

“It’s nice isn’t it?”

He nodded, “It is…but don’t think this doesn’t mean that I won’t be back to try again tomorrow!”

“Should I expect to see you by eight, then?”

He shook his head, “of course not! Eight is way too early! Expect me at nine…or maybe…” he paused, watching as another leaf descended from the tree branches. She hadn’t expected to see the fleeting look of panic on his face before he’d shivered. “Noon…if I’m not here by noon then…” He shook his head. “Just be sure to be here, okay?”

“Alright,” she smiled. “I’ll be here waiting for you. Maybe after you fail, we can play another game together! How does that sound?” He scoffed, not saying another word before he set his bowl down and disappeared into the forest.

The next day had quickly arrived, and with it had come the beginning of the winter’s presence. The fairy had wrapped her shawl tightly around herself as she’d glanced at the clock that sat above her fireplace.

It had been an hour past noon and the boy had yet to appear. Perhaps he was just running late? From all the years she’d known him, he had a habit of being scarcely seen on the days where the winter’s weather had made itself known. At first she’d told herself that it was nothing to be concerned about, as he’d lacked the fur and feathers that would’ve made the cold more tolerable. But then she’d remembered just how frightened he’d looked as she’d announced the winter’s early arrival the day before, and as the minutes dragged by turning into hours, her worry had evolved into something else entirely.

If he hadn’t come to kill her, then he should’ve at least been out scouraging for food. But alas, it had seemed as if he’d disappeared entirely.

It was near sunset when she’d let her concern get the better of her, and had set out to find him.

Soaring through the dreary winter sky had been a blur as she’d neared the dilapidated castle that the boy had once told her was his ‘home’. Such a castle was no place for a child, but then again neither was the dark forest that he’d so proudly frequented.

“Hello?” she called as she pushed open the moss covered doors, and looked around. So many pieces of tapestries, paintings and furniture had littered the hallway as she’d made her way through, calling out for him.

“Hello! You promised me that you’d be there at noon!” her voice echoed into the dust filled hallways as she’d ventured further in. Frustration had filled her as she’d continued combing through the hallways, nearly about to give up hope when she’d heard it.

“Fairy?” The pain in his voice had sounded excruciating as she’d cried out in relief, following the sound to the room in the tallest tower. It had only taken her a second to fling open the door as she’d caught what lay on the other side. A gasp wretched itself from her lips as she took in the sight of the boy, lying there on the partially ruined bed, he’d looked so terrible that she’d feared he’d been dead.

A groan slipped from him as he’d weakly raised his eyes to hers. His skin was nearly gray, as his fingernails had now blackened and sharpened into something akin to claws. pillow and sheets that had been stained with the same black liquid that had been smeared around the corners of his mouth.

But the thing that had worried her most was his eyes. His once hazel-colored eyes were now completely black as midnight

It had taken her a moment to regain her senses. Were humans supposed to look like that?

It didn’t matter, he was clearly unwell, and with the way things had looked, he wouldn’t make it through the night, unless- She’d gritted her teeth as she’d thrown open the window, hissing at the cold air that had entered. Quickly she turned back to the bed, slipping her arms underneath his head and knees, slowly lifting him as she approached the now-opened window.

A weak cough slipped from him as he whispered again, “Fairy…is…that you?”

“Yes…it’s me,” she’d replied, her voice sounding far smaller than she’d wanted it to be as she’d turned her gaze to him.

“I’m…I’m dying…”

“No. Not tonight.” There was little she could do to save him on her own. She’d need help, and quickly. Her wings had unfurled themselves as she’d soared into the open night sky, trying to comfort the shivering body she now carried. The snowflakes from overhead now adorned her pale hair as she’d tried to ignore the nerves that had gnawed away at her from the inside out.

This was unquestionably foolish, but she was desperate.

“It happens every year…” his voice started quietly as he broke the silence of the snowfall. “I get really sick…as soon as winter comes…First I can’t stop coughing ... .then everywhere starts to hurt…finally I lose my sight…I’ve tried to do everything to cure it…but nothing works…”

“Nothing?”

He weakly shook his head. “No.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“If my parents couldn’t keep me around because of it, then why would you?”

She couldn’t bring herself to answer as the cold bit at her eyes, causing tears to form. Just a little further she’d told herself. Then they’d pass the veil, and she’d be able to save him.

“Hold on,” she’d promised as the boy’s consciousness began to fade. “Just a little while longer…”

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Consciousness had come in pieces for him. At first it was his sight that had returned, giving him the sight of the large shadows that danced across the bedroom’s walls. Then his hearing had returned, allowing for him to hear the crackling of the nearby fireplace as well as the faint conversation that had drifted into the room.

“You knew what the terms and conditions for your banishment were…” came a male voice. It was older, and unfamiliar, but undoubtedly carried authority. A larger figure appeared, adorned in fancy robes and a deer mask. “If word gets out about the princess’s return for a mortal of all things, the shame you will bring on us all will be irreparable! How could you be so careless?”

his fairy had been banished? He could hardly believe it given how perfect she’d been.

“I couldn’t just leave him! He was dying!” her voice had argued back with an anger that he’d never thought was possible. “He had no one to turn to, he was all alone…”

“For good reason,” the male voice had smoothly retorted. “An afflicted child like that is never long for this world.”

“He had survived well enough on his own. He’d been putting up with that anathema for as long as he could remember, year after year, he’d suffer in silence, and not once did he ever utter a word about it! Why does he deserve to suffer?!”

“You speak of him as if he is just a child…but you know what he really is, as do I. The dark blood that flows through his veins is strong. Nothing about that child is as simple nor as innocent as he appears. You know who truly owned that castle you found him in, don’t you?”

“...Yes…but they’ve been gone for years! You can’t make him suffer for the sins of his father-”

“Then you understand why he is the way that he is.” A sigh.

“I’ve always admired you for your heart Lorelai. Your kindness and passion towards others is second to none, but you must do your best to not let it get the better of you. Sometimes you must be selfish, if not for the good of yourself then at least for the subjects who deserve to have you as their queen.”

“How could I stand to call myself a queen if I-,” her voice trailed off as he heard her shift, moving around. “No...It’s not fair…”

“I know my dear, but it is simply the way some things in life must be….”

“No, it’s not! I’ve been with him for a while now, and I know that there is some good in him! Affliction or not! That child deserves to have a chance at life just as much as we! Please Father, I need you to heal him! Surely you must know of a cure for his affliction!”

“Of course, I know of a cure, but nothing in the world of Faefell comes simple. You of all its subjects should know this.”

“You want an exchange, don’t you?”

“Not necessarily,” he’d said as his staff tapped against the wooden floor. He’d silently glided past her as he began to pace the hallway. “Call it more morbid curiosity than anything else….” He halted as the green mist slowly began to drift behind the darkened eye sockets. “I’ll heal your little friend this time, but in return, I want your word that you will allow him to run the trial.”

“...What? The trial?! But father-”

“I think I’m being very reasonable here, my dear. For if that child is as good as you say he is, Lorelai, then you would have no problem choosing him to be the one for the trial.”

The panic was immediate, “No, I-,”

“You could, and you should. Think about it my dear, with his unique…’ composition’ he would be able to withstand it better than most.”

“I couldn’t! I-,”

“Unless of course, you truly don’t think there’s anything to be saved of him. Which would be a shame.”

“You’d let him die if I don’t meet your demands?!”

“Of course not. I wouldn’t want word to spread that your little rescue mission had been in vain. As I am anything but uncompassionate. No, I’d give him a cure, one that would only be good until next winter, that is, unless you agree to my terms. Wouldn’t that be nice my dear? A fully healed human boy your age running around? You’d be able to play all the games in the world!”

“What do you want?”

“Your peaceful cooperation. Make him run the trial on his own violation and I will save his life. Of course, you’re always allowed to refuse my offer. If you are so confident that he will be able to fair better next winter-”

“Wait!…you would have to give me some time to think about it..”

“Very well then. If you decide to proceed, then do let me know.”

And with that he was gone, leaving silence in his wake before the door to his room had opened and the fairy had stepped in. She look exhausted as she’d carefully stirred the contents within the bowl she’d held before looking towards the bed.

“You’re awake,” she smiled, as she’d sat at the edge of his bed, stirring the pudding within her bowl. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” he replied. “I can see again.”

“I didn’t know it had a supernatural cause to it, my affliction I mean..”

“You were eavesdropping?” she frowned.

“A little,” he confessed. “It was hard not to when you guys were standing outside the door…Lorelai is a pretty name…”

“I thought you were asleep,” she hesitantly stirred the pudding before offering him another spoonful. Her hand shook as she resumed stirring. “But it’s not an affliction…at least not in the way he thinks it is, he was just-,”

“No, it is an affliction,” he interjected. “It has to be. The fact that it only occurs in winter, and it doesn’t align with any of the illnesses I’ve ever read people normally have.”

“How do you know that?”

“I read some books in the library on human illnesses.”

“You can…read? Who taught you to do that?!”

“Myself,” he’d frowned. “I can’t spend all my time on you, you know.”

“I see,” she smiled, allowing for the conversation to lapse into silence as she’d stared at the crackling fire in the fireplace.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were a princess?”

“Because I’m not…at least…not anymore…” she answered, looking away as she paused, stirring. She’d rubbed her eyes before turning to him with a small smile, “would it have made you try harder?”

He shook his head, “I didn’t know you were living near me because you had to. I thought you just did it because you wanted to…You’ve always seemed like a goody-two shoes…what did you do to get banished?”

“As a princess, there were certain expectations that I couldn’t fulfill….and so I was given an ultimatum…”

“I’ll do it.”

“Pardon?”

“That trial thing, I’ll do it.”

“What?!”

“I’m the reason you came back after all. If it hadn’t been for me, you wouldn’t have had to return…You’ve always been the only one to come back. Even after everything I tried to do to you, you were always nice to me. I can’t say the same about my parents…

How much do you know about them,

Not much…but you know something, don’t you…who were they…my parents I mean.”

“Not a lot is known about your mother, but I’ve heard some ideas floating around about your father. They think he was a member of our court.”

“A member of your court? You mean….he was one of you? But…if he was then does that mean?”

She smiled, placing the palm of her hand against his. “You’re one of us as well. I always had a feeling that there was more to you than what meets the eye.”

“Really? Do you really mean it?”

“Of course I do and now you’ll never have to be alone again.”

“But I’m not like you. I don’t glow, I don’t even have wings!”

“Which makes you look all the more handsome when you wear capes. Do you know how many nobles and royals of the court wished that they didn’t have wings that got in the way of their capes?”

“Now I know you’re just messing with me-,” he grumbled, listening to the sound of her laughter as he looked away. “But I was serious, you know, about doing the trial thing.”

“How about we focus on you now?” She’d offered him a small smile that hadn’t reached her eyes. “When you’re feeling a bit better, I’ll show you around the place. But-,”

“But?”

“You’ll need a name, or something to remember you by. Do you have one?”

He shook his head. “I’ve never needed one.”

“Alright…how about Peter? Adam? Eugene? Phillip? Florian??”

“Florian? Seriously?”

“Florian is a good name, although you admittedly don’t look like a Florian. Hmm how about Rayven?

“Rayven?” He repeated. “Alright. I’ll take it.”

“Wonderful!” She smiled. “Now finish the rest of this! You’ve got a long way to go if you wish to get better.”

He sighed, yet offered no resistance as she’d continued feeding him. True to her words, the road to recovery was long, but unlike before, it hadn’t been unpleasant. With her help, he’d managed to regain his strength rather quickly, and once she’d felt that he was ready enough, she introduced him to all of her other acquaintances.

Both parties had been understandably cautious of each other, but over time, Lorelai had managed to ever so slightly thaw the ice, and soon dinners had become quite the affair. Every meal he’d sit next to her at the table as she’d teach him the songs and words of the court and every night the pair had snuck out together, spending time exploring the night time and city life of Faefell.

It had taken him a while to learn to appreciate their way of life, but with each passing day he had learned to love their world and the princess who had once been destined to rule it.

It had been hard to admit at first, but with each passing moonlight rendezvous, they’d found that their relationship had become far more than either of them could have dreamed.

But like all good things, that too would come to an end.

It had been the eighth evening of that fall when the king had stood up, with a simple wave of his hand, he had quieted his audience members of faeries. “Good evening,” he started. “People of Faefell, I’ve heard your whispers, of the wither that has begun to spread about the corners of our earth, and how quickly it has devoured anything that stands in its path.”

“The wither?” Rayven whispered as Lorelai began to chew her lip.

“It’s a disease that used to riddle our forests, threatening to wipe us out,” she quietly explained. “It can only be kept at bay by the monarch’s power, but even that is only a temporary solution.” Her heart twisted as she paused, taking in her father’s next words, “I have done all I can to hold it off, but with every passing day, my power grows thinner at the edges. A reality that I’m afraid time will only worsen with each passing year,” He bowed his head, as a few fairies exchanged worried glances. “But fear not my children,” he spoke again as he raised his hand. “For with this comes new hope, hope that can be found none other than in the form of my daughter herself.”

“But she is not queen!” one elderly fairy spoke up.

“She has yet to complete the customs in order to ascend the throne!”

“Not yet,” the king sharply interjected. “But that will all change tomorrow. Won’t it, Lorelai? For you have found a champion. One that will be certain to succeed.”

“Is it true?”

“I….” her voice wavered, as she’d felt her throat dry. Sweat beaded itself on her brow as she’d searched for any answer, any excuse sufficient enough to give to the crowd full of desperate yet curious eyes. Her heart had nearly begun to race when she’d felt his hand rest over hers, giving it a gentle squeeze beneath the table as she’d felt tears well in her eyes.

Forgive me,’ her mind had whispered as she’d forced her eyes to meet her father’s. “Yes,” her voice had strained as the crowd erupted into nearly deafening cheers. Rayven gifting her a smile she’d never deserved as she’d turned her attention back to her plate, trying to ignore the unshed tears blurring her vision.

Tomorrow had come too quickly for her tastes as they’d stood at the dreary cliff of Fairfell’s deepest oceans. Her head was pounding as she’d felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter.

“So all I have to do is go to the bottom?” she’d heard Rahven ask the king who’d stood nearby, staring off into the overcast skies as vultures circled overhead.

“Yes,” he’d nodded, his eyes narrowing as he’d adjusted his grip on the spear.

No. No one had ever returned from the bottom.The cursed waters of the ocean had seen to that.

“The objective is simple. You must retrieve an age-old amulet that has been placed on the bottom of the ocean, one that can only be held by one true heart. Once you do that, you must return to the surface as quickly as possible.”

“And why is that?”

The king chuckled as her grip on his hand had tightened. “Oh child, do you not know what the ocean does to the lost souls she refuses to give up?”

“She drowns them.”

“Usually,” the king replied as he’d made himself eye level with Rayven. “But not in this case. This ocean is not like your human ones. No, each drop of it is but a pathway, an interconnected series of tunnels in a never-ending labyrinth, not to trap people within its confines, no. But to keep whatever was put in there from getting out.”

“G-getting out?” Rayven repeated as the blood drained from his face. He’d looked from the ocean’s waters back to the monarch that stood in front of him.

“Even those who manage to escape never do so unscathed.”

“What do you mean?” He’d asked, looking over the king once more. “That I won’t escape unscathed?”

“It has long since been believed that The depths of the ocean are connected to the very threads of fate itself. If you believe it is your destiny to return and to be by my daughters side for all eternity-,”

“Rayven,” Lorelai interjected, unable to tolerate her silence any longer. “You don’t have to do this. Please-,” she’d pleaded as her words had died when she’d taken in the look on her father’s masked face.

“I will make it back,” Rayven said quietly, taking one deep breath after another as he watched the tides rise and fall. “Both for you and Faefell. I’ll come back to you.”

The king chuckled. “Then I’d advise you to look out for the monster, who is rumored to reside near the ocean's bottom. But you are in luck, for as far as I know, no one has seen the monster, much less think it exists.”

“But how would you know that if no one’s ever returned from it?”

“We have ... .other ways of seeing for ourselves,” the king replied, resting his hands on Rayven’s shoulder as he gave him a tight squeeze. “Nevertheless your contribution and sacrifices will be remembered and appreciated by our kind for generations to come.”

“T-thank you sir,” Rayven answered, offering him a lopsided grin as he winced at the pressure on his shoulders.

“Father,” Lorelai warned as The king chuckled, releasing the boy from his grip.

The smile Rayven had given her was bright as he’d called “What do you want to do when this is all over?”

“Anything you want,” she’d replied, unable to speak in a voice louder than a whisper. “I’ll do anything.”

“Wait for me.”

She nodded, unable to staunch the tears that had begun to fall. Words weren’t needed as the boy positioned himself, casting her one final smile before he’d dove dowanwards toward the ocean. “Rayven!” she’d screamed, watching as his face had contorted the minute his body had hit the water.

“No… NO!” she’d screamed, as she’d collapsed. Her body wracking with unheaved sobs as her fingers had clawed at the sandy soil of the cliffside.

“Lorelai.”

He was gone.

“Lorelai.”

All because of her.

Her body had felt light as she felt her father gently pull her to her feet.”Cry not my child. For you have done well returning that which was lost to the sea of madness.”

“How…how could you say such a thing?!” she spat. “He was a living being! A person capable of love and dreams!”

“He was a monster, just laying in wait to fully manifest himself when you least expected it. The death you gifted him here was far more forgiving than any other he would’ve been granted had he been allowed to live. No one expects the champion of a future monarch to return, much less one that was always destined to be chained beneath it’s waves.”

“No…” she sobbed. “Please…I can’t let him die like this-,”

“Oh my dear, he won’t die. He’ll merely be transformed into the part of him that was always meant to be. Surely you didn’t think the dark fairy blood coursing through his veins would only relegate itself to appearing every now and then?”

“You’ve ruined him…” she trembled, hatred coursing through her veins like poison. “You made me condemn him to a fate far worse than death!”

“We have ruined him,” her father sharply corrected. “A single life lost in exchange for the preservation of millions.” “I know you grew rather…attached to him during your time together, but such is the way of the life of a queen. You must always put your kingdom and its subjects above all else. That is why queens are not made. They are born, destined to be what they are.”

His voice had echoed, growing distant as she’d heard the sounds of the ocean’s surface break once more. The screams and sounds of thrashing filled the air as her father had staggered back.

“That’s not possible,” her father had whispered, panic hanging in his voice as she stood up. She’d barely remembered making her way down the cliff’s path to the gloomy shore below.

Nothing had felt real as the figure broke the water’s surface once more, not as the boy she’d brought to Faefell, nor had come to care for, but as a monster, who’s body was curved in dark fur and feathers as he’f clawed his way to shore.

She should run.

She would’ve run, had it not been for his eyes, the eyes that were still the same hazel as they’d been the day they’d first met. Silently, he collapsed, his claw nearing her as it gently opened, revealing the amulet within his grasp.

“Lorelai,” the voice that had emerged from the monster was terrifying, yet in the quietest echoes of it, she could hear him, still in there, talking to her.

“Rayven,” she whispered. The sounds of bone cracking and flesh ripping filled her ears as a scream tore from the monster’s throat. Bloodied wings emerged from his back, stretching and growing as he’d groaned, slumping over.

“Rest…I shouldn’t have let you go in. I wanted to tell you. To warn you-,”

“I heard them,” his voice replied, sounding far less human than before.

“What?”

“The ocean. It was talking to me.”

“It…it was? What did it sound like?”

“Voices…so many voices,” he’d groaned as his claws lengthened. From the corner of her eyes she could see her father’s advisors exchanging glances. There’d never been a mention of…voices before. “They tried to make me stay. They tried…to keep me from returning to you.”

A snarl tore from him as he’d hissed at the cautiously approaching guards. “Rayven please!” She begged, pulling at him as the guards had angled their spears ar him. It had taken all her strength to pull his eyes towards her, as she’d seen the darkness fill them, snuffing out the faint remnants of hazel.

She was losing him. To the darkness that had claimed his blood and to her weakness that had bended to her father’s commands.

“How did you make it back?” She pleaded, hearing his bones crack again as he’d roared in pain before collapsing.

“Lower your weapons,” her father had quietly commanded as the guards hesitantly complied.

Drawing in one deep breath after another he’d confessed to her, “I needed…to hear…your voice again..”

“You really did that for me?” She sobbed, pain tore at her heart as she closed her eyes. She hadn’t deserved him. She never had, no matter how many times she’d tried to convince herself, the end would always be the same. “I’m sorry Rayven,” she’d whispered, gripping a hidden blade within her robes as she’d plunge it forward. She’d tried not to focus on his screams as his body lay lifelessly in her grasp. His blood pooling and slipping through her fingers as it returned to the ocean, drowning out the sounds of her wails and cheers of the adoring crowd.

Her coronation had been a joyous event, as all eyes had happily beheld the new queen, painfully oblivious to the way her fingers had clutched at the now empty seat next to her.

Faefell now had its queen, and she had now found her tragedy.

#never again #I hate this #the kingdom of the stars #wish au #writers on tumblr #chapter snippet #I’m deleting this later

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