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Entschuldigungsschreiben

RR story of evil au part 3

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Below the warmth of dawn withstood two figures beside the shore, one's feet amidst the gentle waves while the other stood prim and proper, refusing to let her skirt touch a single drop of water.

"East, are you sure this 'game' would make dreams come true?" Germany questioned her brother, merely watching him throw the glass bottle into the ocean below.

"It doesn't hurt to try, would you like to have a go, your majesty?" He smiled while handing an identical bottle to his sister.

"No thanks, I don't want to involve myself in silly little games from commoners." She crossed her arms and let her eyes follow the glass bottle floating mindlessly above the surface.

"Then I'll hold onto it until you change your mind." He put the bottle in his pocket again, walking back to the path they took only a few minutes ago,  "let's go back to the palace before breakfast starts."

Germany turned her head back towards East, but made no attempt to take a step, "what did you wish for?" The German boy answered with a warm smile.

"For you to live a long and happy life."

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'Far away at the shore, in a town beside the sea.'

'Alone stands a girl, staring longingly.'

In the midst of the salty ocean breeze and golden rays of the setting sun, a young raven-haired woman stepped out of a cabin on top of a small hill. Without making a sound, she silently made her way down towards the quiet beach.

'It is here, at the shore, that she holds onto her chest.'

'A secret she dare never speak.'

Glass bottle in hand, with a thin sheet of parchment rolled up inside. She gazed longingly at the cream-colored sky meeting aquamarine waves. Her heart heavy in her chest as a calming voice echoed inside her head.

"If you write a wish upon a paper and you place, it into a glass bottle."

She felt the bubbling sea foam against her bare feet as she stepped into the water, not caring about the salty liquid soaking her skirt.

"And it's washed away by the ocean then someday, there's a chance that it may just come true."

She clutched the glass vase tightly in her palms one last time. Raising her arm up towards the sky, gathering force before she tossed the bottle into the mighty waves below, almost as if she were letting go of something precious.

'Drifting farther away, riding swiftly on the waves.'

'A message containing a wish was made.'

'Heading steadily toward the horizon, And gradually fading away.'

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News of the tyrantal queen's death spread like wildfire, the country celebrated, all countries celebrated. For the daughter of evil was no more, merely an old tale told for centuries to come.

Or so they thought.

Life had become quiet for her, as calm as it could have been on the run. After living a domestic life for a couple months, she settled down in another part of the kingdom. To a miniature port with only an abandoned cottage, a small town, and a church nearby.