Two kingdoms. Standing in stark contrast to one another. One is weighed down by the burden of eternal frost while the other is a vibrant and prosperous kingdom.
Both kingdoms are aware of each other's existence but never crossing paths until one fai...
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At midnight, under the cover of darkness, a group of men is moving into their positions, moving with calculated precision. Their every step was silent, their dark cloaks blending seamlessly with the shadows. Aragon's unsuspecting citizens went about their nightly routines, such as tending to their barn, closing up their stores and reading bedtime stories for their children to sleep. They are all unaware of the impending horror that is awaiting them.
As the midnight sky deepen, chaos erupted in the streets and houses of Aragon. The rebels launched their assault, their weapons slashing through the air. Panic gripped the city as innocent people screamed and fled in every direction, desperate to escape the clutches of death.
"Honey! Wake up! Go get the kids! We're leaving!!" A man in his 40's said to his wife who woke up in panic. Screams and cries could be heard outside which made all the hair on her skin stood up. She was scared. She followed what her husband told her, she woke up their eldest son who is about 17 years old and she carried her two other twins which is a girl and a boy. Both are at the age of 5.
"Mommy, what is happening?" the girl asked groggily. The mother was too scared to answer, her whole being is shaking as she could only look at her husband. The father looked at his wife and said "Run through the backyard. I'll stall them."
"No! I can't leave you behind" the mother cried, running towards him.
"Rafaela! Go! NOW."
"No, I won't leave you" she cried.
"THINK ABOUT THE CHILDREN!"
And with that being said, she turned around to run but before she could do so, the door of their backyard made a crashing sound.
"What do we do?" she whispered in horror. The father grabbed a machete. He looked at his wife,"Be safe." He kissed her one last time before running towards the kitchen. She could only cry in fear as she hears knives slashing and meeting. She cried even harder when she heard her husband's scream. "NOooo..." she whispered.
With shaking legs, she ran towards a small closet. She placed the twins there and called her eldest to come inside as well. With flowing tears, she shushed her twins and looked at the three of them before saying "No matter what happens, don't move. Don't make a sound. Don't come out until you hear it's over."
She looked at her twins, wiping their tears away,"Don't cry. This is just a game" She smiled at them which made the twins stop from crying. She then turned to her eldest,"Protect them. At all cost." And with that last reminder, she closed the closet.
The eldest son covered the twin's eyes with clothes. "Don't make a sound, or we'll lose the game."
He then covered their ears next with an earplug that is mostly used by workers to save their ears from the loud digging machines. After doing so, he watches in horror through the small holes of the cabinet as he saw how the rebels slash the neck of his mother mercilessly. Loud cries and whimpers were also heard next when their neighboring houses was attacked. He closed his eyes in agony. Each and every picture repeating. He's crying. Silently. He's shaking. He just wanted to wake up from this scary nightmare.
