The sword and The crown
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The wind blew in the pale girl's hair, a shiver running through her as dust and ash flew around her. A silent dance, graceful as ballerinas surrounded the young girl as the world grew silent. A lone tear fell from her solemn eyes, dark colored hair covering her face.
A sigh released from her calloused lips, a faint frown being the only visible part of her face. The barren wasteland spread out before her, a limp girl laying in front of her. Dark colored hair covered the pale girl's face, lips awide forever. Red stained her once blue shirt, showing where wounds were.
Shaking, the maple girl picked up the blonde, walking without a word towards a contraption. Dodging swords and guns laying on the ground, she made way to the flying object that took the form of a dragon.
Metal gears clicked and creaked as she got closer, steam rising from its mouth now and then. Silently, it sat down and allowed the shorter girl to be placed on its back.
Swallowing, the maple-haired girl looked around one last time before hopping up.
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