Freya: Crown of Darkness

This fanfic takes place just after the 4th book, Graevale (Or Vardaesia, kinda)

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The war had been won, Aven Dalmarta had been locked away in a painting forever, and things were slowly getting pieced back together. Until mysterious sightings of the dark prince began circling around Medora. Another war was rising; It's sole purpose: to win and enslave all of Freya's people.

Is it Aven Dalmarta behind the scenes? Or is it another who wears a Crown of Darkness?

**Teaser**
I sprinted down the halls in the library, feet barely touching the ground as I raced towards the painting that held Aven captive. Gasping for breath, I slowed my momentum as I reached the lonely painting.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw his miserable figure, head bowed on his knees in the sunset-lit colours. I dialled Bear, "Hey, he's right here, it was a false alarm-"

"Alex, Aven's out."

"What? How? There can't be two of them-" I was cut of by Bear again:

"I know because he's standing a couple of metres away from us."

WARNINGS: Adult Funtime, Suicidal tendencies etc.