"What ever you do...Do not look back, My Love"
" For I shall I not be on the path you take"
"We will meet again in the Halls of Mandos"
In which a Fae lost everything.
Her Family.
Her People.
Her Kingdom.
All because of what she was.
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Angus went back to Moors, along with the survivors of the war. They all had solemn and grim looks on their faces as they stepped into the kingdom. The Fae villagers came out of their houses, in happiness and to celebrate their victory but it soon died when there was no sight of the Queen.
"Sir Angus...where is the Queen?" everyone surrounded them, and the elders stepped forward asking him questions over and over when he didn't answer.
"She's dead."
"What nonsense-"
"The Queen is dead!" Angus burst out, and cries and gasps were heard from the people.
"The Queen died at the hands of the dark lord. She took him down with her...She sacrificed herself for us!"
"What are we going to do now?" one of the villagers spoke up, their voice laced with sadness.
"I...I do not know..." Angus answered truthfully. "I will find something...perhaps a new king or Queen-"
"That is absurd! No one possesses the power of our Queen!" one of the elders spoke up.
"That is the only chance we got. We cannot lead without a royalty...-"
"Why don't you become the king, Angus?" a villager asked so suddenly, Angus became quiet.
"I'm not fit to be a king..."
No one said nothing further. "Go back to your homes. You will know when we have come to a discussion." everyone went back to their homes with heavy hearts.
One of the elders stayed, Deorsa. He was old but wise. He had known the Queen for a long time and would share his thoughts and knowledge with her.
He looked at Angus and signalled him to follow. Confused Angus just did that.
Deorsa walked through the great halls till they stopped in front of a door. Pushing it open, Angus felt magic flow through the room.
"What is this-"
"Magic," Deorsa answered shortly. "The Queen used this room for answers. She would share them with me..."
"Why you?" Angus asked, though he was the most loyal he felt a little jealous by the fact.
"I'm wise. And a good listener.." Deorsa chuckled. They sat down at a small table, the table had a bowl carved in the middle filled with water.
"It is said water has memory... fascinating element that is..." Deorsa said, looking at the water. "Put your head in there.."
"What?"
"You're not going to drown. Now do it." Deorsa fired back. Angus leaned over and put his head into the water. Opening his eyes, the bottom of the bowl slowly disappeared transforming the world underwater into the last memory which was heard and seen.
