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This is no fairytale. It's characters aren't heroes to always win. It's not a tale told by a storyteller with a known end.
This is no story. Perhaps, it's their end.
Something is coming. Something is broken, so broken that cracks are slowly spreading through the golden chain, threatening to crumble into dust. If it dies, then magic dies. And then all will be silent.
A man is on his knees, clutching his bleeding chest. A man deprived of fate, a man that the world no longer cares for. Why was he saved? Why did the evil sorcerer care?
A man is burning with emerald flames. A man who has learned the dance of blades, and who is constantly harassed by the world's greedy hands. Why is he always dragged into peril, forced to live on a knife's edge?
A man is looking at his lute with a sad smile. A man who has forgotten how to sing, to whom all melodies have become the same. Why is he still here? Who has he lost this time? Who can he ever save?
A man is growling in the night. A man whose heart has been ripped off, his family dead, his past enshrouded by pain and guilt. What did he do to deserve this? What will he do to repent?
A pair of white eyes gleam, cold and apathetic. A pair of golden eyes shine, hungered and impatient. A pair of red eyes burn, desperate and tortured.
This is the last time these fairytales will sing.
[This is a first draft that I am publishing as I write, and I'd appreciate any feedback/comments to keep my progress steady and help me notice caveats/gramma mistakes in the text!]