The End is Where We Begin

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The queen sat rigid in her dark throne, gazing over the multitudes gathered out before her, the light shining on their faces. She looked down on their faces and she saw the fear. She saw it and she smiled.

In an empty hall, a boy lay, blood mingling with the the cracks and crevices in the cold stone floor. His eyes danced around the room, black spots swimming in his vision, shadows in his mind. He had a promise to keep. He took a last ragged breath, and closed his eyes.

Down a dark corridor, a girl ran. She ran like the fate of the world was at stake. She had a dagger in her hand, and tears in her eyes. She ran, and ran, and ran, like it wasn't already too late.

A man stood at a window high in the castle, and watched the kingdom burn. A man with a traitor's heart. This was it. This was the end. And the end is where we begin.

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