꧁ • One chance • ꧂

Prologue

During the stormy night, the lightning continues to flash; illuminating the dark throne room.

Two figures stand, facing each other.

"This is unforgivable." One figure said, "Not only did you abused your powers as a ruthless tyrant but stained the throne with the bloodshed of our people and allies!"

"I only did what is best for me and the nation." The other figure on the throne replied, having her leg crossed one another, "Bullshit! You have caused chaos and corruption across the land! You think that was the best solution?!" The figure shouted, gripping onto his weapon.

"Here's a little lesson from your big sister, people are just willing to do anything to get close to their desires. Which meant throwing aside the ones you used to love so much." The brother growled, "What do you think about Sunset and May?! Are they just objects to you too?!" The sister sighed sadly, "I truly do missed them since the day they disappeared in our lives," the thunder continues to rumble throughout the night, "They will be truly missed." She said coldly.

The brother draws out his dagger from his dagger pocket; transforming the little knife into a sword. Pointing at his sister with his sword, "I've heard enough from you, I will get rid of the cause of this nation's suffering! Trixie Spirit! Duel me!!"

Trixie fell silent  before slowly getting up, "if that is what you wished for," a spear was summoned in her hand, "I accept your invitation, Frost."
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The sounds of weapons clashed into each other fills the dark throne room as the storm continues to roar outside.

The two siblings clashed weapons at each other, Trixie pushed Frost's sword off and swung her leg at his side. Frost instantly took the critical hit, shocked from the blow, his sword was knocked out of his hands and gets kicked down to the floor.

As he tries to get up, immediately got hold his chest hold down from Trixie's heels. He screamed in pain, gripping onto her ankle. He submissively looked up at the person who once was his idol, his family.

"D-..Damnit.." he whimpered, "Claim your defeat brother, victory is mine." says Trixie, "I will nev—..aaAAAH..!!!" Frost exclaimed but was interrupted by a sudden pressure on his chest from Trixie's heels; almost breaking his rib cage. "I. Will. Always. Thrive." stated Trixie as she raises her spear up to finish the final blow.

But then made eye contact with him, all she can see is Frost as a young kid, almost on the brink of crying while looking up at her in fear. This..this isn't what she would have came upon on. The only reason why she didn't hesitate to take the throne was to only protect the nation and her remaining family members from enemies outside of the nation.

Trixie stepped off Frost's chest, letting the poor boy sit up. A new look has been displayed on her face, regret. The corrupted tyrant has finally opened her eyes, "W-Why..didn't you finished me off..?" asked Frost, She stopped dead in her tracks, "...I don't know," answered Trixie, "perhaps...finishing you off wasn't the best choice." An awe expression was on Frost's face, "so you're sparing me..?" He questioned again.

"I—" before Trixie could say anything, the doors burst opened. Both of them quickly turned their heads to the new arrivals, Frost's backup team. "Today is the day you will be overthrown, sister." A familiar voice was spoken, Trixie eyes widen, looking at the figure.

"May! St—" Frost was too late as the arrow shotted at Trixie's forehead.

Trixie stepped back before falling to her side, her vision blurred out as death engulfed the corrupted tyrant.