She was a little orphan with shimmering black hair. He was a prince who seemed to be invisible. She was a reject. So was he. She was War. He was Mischief. Together, they were the closest friends, kindrid spirits.
But even kindrid spirits can be torn apart as everyone would soon learn.
For War hurts hearts and Mischief loses trust.
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War and Mischief
FanfictionShe was War. He was Mischief. They were a match made in the heavens.
