He Who Held The Crown {discontinued}

He Who Held The Crown {discontinued}

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❝ Seek peace, not war. Unless you are ready to die. ❞ -------------♔︎-----------︎- "It's cold," I said through my shaky breath as I looked at her. "I know," she agreed. Everywhere I turned I saw trees covered in a delicate blanket of fresh snow. We could both see our exhales in the icy atmosphere. I had my sword, she had hers too. In case we needed it for protection any time soon. "You do know we're going on a suicide mission right now, don't you?" She asked me with a hint of worry in her voice. My eyes locked with hers. "Of course I know, but we have to get this over with if we don't want more innocent lives to be lost just because some sick bastard wanted to start this war." She nodded and then we continued our way down the snowy path, not knowing what would happen.
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Snow

Snow. Her breaths were shallow as she listened. She'd been locked in this tower for nearly twelve full moons- enough! She couldn't take it any longer. Her door opened to view her brother, stripped from all illusion- "Sister" Frost murmured, the same sadness that resonated in her soul reflected in his eyes. They both knew it had to be done- she knew he had to be in the palace to see the wreck their mother was causing after killing their father, incapacitating their grandmother and cursing their people. Seven years of war made them ignorant of the internal wars they didn't realize they were overlooking. "I have to go, if we have to survive, then I have to go." She whispered as she stood in front of her twin brother. They knew it had to be done, so that attention will be focused on her because they'd assume they'd both escaped from this realm due to the natural assumption that they can't be apart from each other "You cannot die, I beg of you." Frost said wrapping his arms round her frail frame. Once they'd disengaged from the hug, her eyes hardened from what was to come. She turned and stretched forth her hand- she'd been practicing the witch side she'd gotten from her mother- to unveil the door she's kept hidden in her room. Her library- It wasn't technically a library but a space she'd found where whatever she thought came to existence. Hence why she'd filled it with copies of books she'd read over the years long before the war- "Will you come back?" Frost called as she opened the door that stood before before her. She turned and smiled- "Of course brother, this will always be home- we just need to regroup, so we'd win it once and for all." She answered as she pushed it open and walked in taking the door with her

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