He was dead, and it was her fault. Again. Of course, no one knew that. No one but her. But even when no one knew, it was still there. She could act like it wasn't. That this voice was just a figment of her imagination. Maybe it was. Maybe she was just going crazy. It seemed likely. But not likely enough. She had seem her share of abnormalities, why wasn't this any different? She could try to convince herself she was hallucinating, but she knew it was her fault. Even if there wasn't a 'voice' controlling the death of the people she cared for. Forkle was gone, and she laid all the guilt on herself. There was no one else to blame, and Mr. Forkle dying probably shot down their odds of beating the Neverseen. Their odds. It was mostly the Black Swan's odds, as Oralie wasn't a part of the Black Swan, not officially. The Neverseen were going to win, and it would be her fault. Everything is her fault. The guilt trapped her into a small closet, where she could barely see into the outside world. He was dead. dead. The word stung her head, like a cool elixir. Death didn't used to be a common thing in the Lost Cities. Now, even just at the fall of Lumenaria, there were dozens of lives taken. Without the Black Swan's fearless leader, this world is going to be a much darker place.
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She was called for a meeting at Havenfield. By herself. The Black Swan trusted her more than any other councillor, and maybe they had some news.
This news what not what she was expecting. Mr. Forkle was standing right in front of them. It was impossible. She had watched him die. He was dead. Wasn't he?
He was. He was dead. But, he had a twin. A twin who shared all his memories, and were merged together as if they were one person. What a horrible way to live. Horrible indeed.
-yeah this is very short, I might add more, but for now, this is the 'chapter'! One more 'chapter' after this one!
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What Was Never Ending: a kotlc fan fic
FanfictionOralie had a secret. Not one that she had told anyone. She caused his death. Just like her parents. It was all her fault. She knew the guilt was breaking her. But a walk down memory lane, might have been just what she needed. *so basically it's a...
