The Paradox (OLD)

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“Let her go,” ordered Vladimir

“Make me, big boy!” teased Lovinia

“I don’t want to fight, just let her go, she’s only a child…”

“She’s nine-teen she can look after herself!”

“Just, pl-“ Vladimir was interrupted when a long sword was plunged into his back. He spat out blood, he turned around to see Beatriks.

She pulled out her sword and he dropped to the ground.

“Vladimir…” Marya froze dropping her glass to the ground.

“Marya, it’s okay,” Dmitri took hold of her arm and pushed her against him and kissed the top of her head trying to calm her worries.

“No!” she yelled.

                 She let go of Dmitri’s hold and ran pushing everyone in front of her aside. She dropped to the ground and wrapped her arms around his body.

“How could you!” Marya shouted, “He did nothing to you!”

Beatriks twisted her neck. Expect it wasn’t Beatriks it was Jacklynne in the form of Beatriks.

“You are useless!” she laughed.

“I just killed the grandson of the Lord of Manor and you do nothing!”

She laughed hysterically.

                      Suddenly all of her minions were shot down by iron arrows.

“What?” she shouted, “What kind of shit are you pulling!”

                       A load boom sounded. Jacklynne turned around to see a tall woman with long golden hair, fierce eyes, wearing metal armour, dress, boots and helmet. She held a bow made of iron and carried arrows in her back.

“What the hell are you?” Jacklynne demanded

“I’m a Solvieg of the Iron Bow,” she said with no emotion.

“You’re a Valkyrie,” she froze.

“Yes, I’m here to let you know, that Vladimir is not yet destined to die, but you are. “

“Who is going to kill me?” Jacklynne asked.

“Some one of the surname Markiewicz,”.

“Lies!” shouted Viktor, “We would never do such a thing!”

“Silence!” Solveig roared.

The room fell silent.

“I-I am going to die soon,” Lovinia asked.

“Yes,” Solveig replied solemnly

Lovinia gulped.

A hand grabbed Jacklynne’s forehead and another slit her throat with a dagger.

It was Marya. The Marya that was on the floor changed back in her regular form a girl with dark brown hair and eyes, she was of east Asian ethnicity, “We are not weak, we are the wolves of the north, we will rise again,” she said with great power.

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                   “Stop!” a voice shouted from a distance.

Suddenly, a murder of crows surrounded the group. As this happened all the type Xs that were left over exploded in a shatter of black mirror shard similar to what happened in the ballroom. The cawing crows then flew in the direction of a figure. The figure stepped forward, it was a woman. A tall woman, with long black hair that looked just like the feathers of a crow, her eyes her were a cloudy blue, her skin was pale and her lips were rose red. She wore a floor-length scarlet red velvet dress with a gold belt, over which she wore a black cloak with the hood over her head.