'What about us?'
'There is no us, not anymore. Your father made sure of that.'
'....I feel like I'm interrupting a private moment.'
'You really are so perceptive aren't you, Merlin!'
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A tale ~ Whereupon a young queen, a witty warlock and an arroga...
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The cave was dark and eery as she walked through it, eyeing the surroundings with a certain distaste, remembering why she disliked going down there so much.
A single orb of light illuminated the thick blackness of the atmosphere, supplied by a burning ball of fire that she had conjured. It floated obediently in front of her, guiding her path.
Being in an enclosed tunnel reminded Zipporah of the night her Kingdom had fallen. How the last few surviving members of their castle had rushed her into the dark passageway, granting her an escape from the slaughter.
She found herself slowing her steps as she recalled the harrowing memory, gazing around at the cave, her mind producing misty shadows of all the people she had lost that night.
She could still remember every detail, every moment. It haunted her nightmares. In the stillness of the night, it would plague her mind like some incurable disease.
She never usually let herself dwell on that part of her life, it only carried too much sadness and pain. She just wanted to forget it, all of it, but it never left her alone.
(𝚉𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚑'𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠)
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Pushing away the memories, Zipporah carried on down the path of the caves, stopping when she reached an open clearing, leading to a solid drop. She glanced around at the space, but her eyes could not find the one she was looking for.
She rolled her eyes. He always had a flare for the dramatics.
"I know you're here," she called, her voice echoing through the emptiness.
