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Anastasia Morozova is a kinslayer. Anya Varamyr is a murderer. Anastasia is a decorated soldier. Anya is a backstreet cutthroat. Anastasia would die for her country. Anya would die for her friends.
Anastasi...
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The World Ender had no concept of time - all she knew was that she'd been flying for as long as what was left of her mind allowed her to remember. Sometimes she soared through the sky alone, hunting, watching, crying out for anyone else who could share her misery.
Sometimes no one answered. But sometimes, a similar winged figure would find its way to her, reaching for her as though they'd met before. But she could only remember one name, and it didn't belong to him; no, the Darkling wasn't like them - he was still hanging onto to the threads of what it meant to be human.
Any thoughts of war or honour had left her when the darkness had taken root in hole were her soul should have been - she only had one mission; take back what was hers.
From what little she remembered from her time in the sky, she figured she must have been hunting him; hunting the Darkling. Whatever cruel punishment he'd tried to inflict on her had backfired on him - he'd always underestimated her after all.
She didn't know how she'd got there, watching the Darkling and the white haired girl she barely managed to recognise. The man didn't even turn around to stare at the monstrosity he'd made out of his sister; not when all he wanted was right in front of him. Even as Alina Starkov's power left her body, he cried out in despair - she meant nothing to a husk of a man that was once her brother. Both siblings were virtually unrecognisable, vessels too overrun by power to properly recognize one another as family.
"I don't need to be Grisha," Alina Starkov whispered, blade in hand. "To wield Grisha Steel," and plunged it into the Darkling's cold, dead heart. In that moment, the World Ender's eyes flashed open and she became Anastasia Morozova once more.
Barely registering where she was, eyes adjusting to the light and centuries of unused, festering power starting to flood back into her veins, Anastasia staggered towards her brother's falling body. The Sun Summoner had injured him, but it took a Morozova to kill another Morozova. Without saying a word, eh gripped the fallen dagger and fell to her knees in front of them. "Stasia," Alina muttered, as though she couldn't believe it.
