What if the fairytales, myths and legends lived in a futuristic realm?
What if Little red was the huntsman?
What if the Evil Queen was Snow White's Brother?
What if Pinocchio was a machine disguised as a boy?
The realm of Nevermoore has been shaken...
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The monarch snapped his fingers.
The runaway princess imagined Lord Vlad wielded his sword, while Red used his father's weapon against him.
Raeb Snapped his fingers.
Bianca visualized Rose used her crossbow to block an attack from her father.
The burned down mirage of Burnie snapped his fingers.
And she then saw herself in her mind avoiding Ulv's claws.
She blinked snapping out of the scenarios her head was making her see.
"This ends right now."
He bellowed. Bianca then reached for a little knife on her coat and threw it at her brother's cape, pinning him to the ground.
"Get out of here."
Raeb's expression turned angry towards her.
"Ho-how dare you."
"You are not to be here brother, go back to the palace."
The air went stiff.
"How did you break the spell?"
"The law. The sigils of our house are to be binding and respected by magic, men and all things living. A safeguard against all dangerous mages I assumed. I didn't think it would work so effectively."
Behind her Vlad was being detained by lord Forest, his sword impaling the ground, Ulv grappling him from the arms, his eyes shimmering yellow in anger.
"That might be right, my darling, I've got to give you credit for making quite a piece of work."
Bianca pointed at him with a bow.
"Quit the niceties."
Raeb gulped.
His eyes locked on Her's.
A sharp sting, sharper than the edges of the tip of the arrow met Raeb's heartstrings, a pain he knew only had meet once or twice, and he had never expected by the hand of his dear sister.
"What happened to you?"
"I'm not letting a killer take my kingdom."
His chest wrenched; this couldn't be right.
Lucky for him that was time enough to let him get hold of the amulet in his right pocket.
"Oh Bianca, this was never meant to be yours."
He whispered as he raised his hand to inflict a puppeteering spell on Ulv.
Bianca shot the arrow as the king raised a cloud of smoke to let him vanish.
Ulv fell to the ground, Vlad then jumped over him and soared into the air, avoiding capture.
Now three Kings, or at least exact copies of him floated on something like a rocket-spear a few meters from the ground, all of them smirking and causing distractions.
