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I was in agony every inch of my body was sore, and my head was pounding. Every house I passed was dark, their windows shut tight.

'Close your windows, lock them tight.
The beasts! The beasts!
They roam at night.
Lock your doors, close the blinds.
Stay off the streets, the beasts they bite.
The wild things control the night, your screams will fade like beams of light.'

Everyone knew that rhyme, it was taught to us for as long as I can remember. It kept us safe, it was a warning.

As I walked I zoned out, my painful footsteps like white noise. Clomp, drag. Clomp, drag. But the more I listened, the more I heard. Tap, tap. Tap, tap. Light footsteps followed behind me, they were unconcernedly faint and lazy. So again I zoned the world out, thinking as I listened to the rhythmic sound of my steps. I turned a few corners, my pace began to slow when the pain in my ankle flared. I've been walking for a while now, the moon sat high and lit the streets enough to see ahead. I heard a deep, eerie voice say, "hello beautiful!"
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It was true, the warning she knew was as old as time. Told for generations in a game of telephone, and as all things do, the telephone broke. The whole kingdom of Ravenclaw and the little village Anastasia grew up in, only knew half the warning told.

'Cast into the unknown, a soul split thrice. Restore balance, turn the tides.
A kingdom will crumble before the one with no rights.

The beasts they'll bow, scared of her might. All will be right, and the people set free, by one master of death. A brave warrior, the strongest side of three.

Greatness is coming, shakes the land beneath your feet.

Here she comes, the one true queen.'