==COMPLETED==
"I don't need a man to take care of me,"
With a big smirk on my face I speak out the last bit of my sentence. "I am the man."
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The kingdoms of Orena are starting to see hard times. They've started to slowly get...
This is the last chapter to Flames of Memories! So hold on tight for the last piece of the story :,)
Fun fact: This was the very first chapter I ever wrote when I thought about the book. And after writing it, I knew I wanted to write a full story to it. So then I started planning everything around it to make a story - Flames of Memories! Previously named Halcyon.
I changed the name to FoM because it was more "clear" than Halcyon. And I saw there was no story with that name. I thought it fit better to the story, especially when it stuck out to me when I thought about other names.
I'll let ya'll get to the chapter tho, enjoy the last one!
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"Ascian...?"
The figure walks closer. The flames behind me reflect the face of the person and my heart drops into my stomach.
"Ah Reyna, missed me? I heard you might be coming up here on the roof. So I decided to visit you." Weylyn laughs with a sickly grin. I stare back at him with a cold stare.
"I didn't know you're a family killer. It was you who killed our parents! How could you?" Tears start to form but I push them right back down. This isn't the right time to cry, definitely not in front of him.
I see his eyes change with the flames to an emotion I've seen only once on him. His anger is shining through like small sparks. Deadly sparks.
He walks up to me and grips my chin harshly. Turning my face up towards his while holding a dagger to my throat. "They were betrayers, just cowards who didn't understand shit. You weren't even supposed to join the family! You ruined everything. And they were going to give you the ruling role! What the fuck does that say about me, their actual heir?!"
"I wasn't the one making the decision to join your family. That was your parents decision, not mine. What happened to the nice Weylyn I knew only a few months back?" I try to distract him, but he only pushes the knife harder against my throat.
I can already feel it making a thin cut. "He was gone the moment I knew they were going to give you my throne. When they were going to betray not only me but the whole kingdom."
"You know revenge is a fools game Weylyn, it won't change anything in the end!" He slides the knife a little and I feel blood dripping. I whimper.
This is gonna be it, I'm not even gonna meet Ascian before I die.
"It's King Weylyn for you! And I don't like to call it revenge, more like.. returning the favor," he takes the knife away and looks at me for a few seconds before he retracts back and gets his sword.
My eyes widen and I close them. The last thing I want to see is Ascian's face and our memories, not Weylyn. I try to imagine all the times I knew it wasn't hatred anymore, all the times we kissed, the times we confessed different feelings, anything but my death.
