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•Death Hallow•
The hybrid meets her maker in this story about how she fell down from grace to becoming a weapon to her close ones. She finds out many secrets that have been hidden from her by those she thought closest to her. She sees beyond the pretty paintings of the palace to only notice the darkness seeping at the cracks. What was once a comfortable relationship with those around her soon turns sour. Now, in the middle of a war, she comes to terms with her destiny of fighting and picks up the piece of steel.
With the sword, she finds the deepest question within herself.
Will she fight for the throne or will she fight for freedom?
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"C'mon, princess. You can just let it go and let it take over"
"Bite me, Elsa"
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Death Hallow
FantasySTATUS: in progress of being edited A hybrid trapped to choose between the witches or the vampires. A war on the verge of breaking out. The only question to be asked is: which side will she fight alongside of?
