"You understand why you have to do it?" the wizened man asked.
The girl nodded.
"And you know it will not be easy?"
The girl nodded again, stifling an eye roll. That was probably the understatement of the quincentury.
"Tell me," he said simply.
"If she is not stopped, she will bring destruction to all of Eurus. She will tear her apart. She will be her undoing."
The man nodded, slowly, turning to face the girl.
"How do you know it's her?" she said, quickly.
"The Prochecies were clear. And I may be blind but I can still See, girl."
She rolled her eyes at that. The Prochecies. The Foretellings. The Things That Could Never Ever Be Allowed To Pass.
She bit her lip, furrowing her brows.
"Spit it out," he said, back to standing at the balcony.
"None of this is her fault." She sighed. She knew what he would say.
A destiny rarely ever is.
"A destiny rarely ever is."
But it will be our fault if it comes to pass.
"But it will be our fault if it comes to pass."
Do you understand, girl?
"Do you understand, girl?"
She nodded. She did understand and she would not hesitate.
But that does not mean it would not hurt.
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SOL (ON HOLD)
Fantasy"Queens and commoners, princes and peasants, welcome to the party of the quincentury!" For most people, receiving an invitation to the White King's Masquerade is an honor. Even attempting to attend is a chance to go down in history. But for Sol of M...
