The setting sun set the sky ablaze--a grim reflection of the chaos below. People fled in terror; some were swallowed by the raging inferno, others were crushed beneath the crumbling remains of a bustling city, and more still were trampled by a surging ocean of people. Living corpses lay scattered around smoldering piles of rubble like broken dolls. Princess Lo-u-ling gazed out of her chamber window, her knuckles white from gripping the windowsill. The Violet City has been abolished. The Imperial Palace would be next...
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Burning Ice, Melting Heart
FanfictionThis story is based off Giacomo Puccini's opera Turandot, using some of the same characters but adding new details and changing some of the parts. It's still extremely incomplete, so please bear with me. Note: 1. This story takes place in a fiction...
