"We need to run away from this, Silas." She leant close to the thestral's face, "we don't belong here." She whispered.
And her eyes flickered to the disant glow of the kingdom beyond the forest, where the sun rose brighter each morning and where the people surely weren't yet shrouded in the perpetual darkness of her father's tyrannical reign.
︎|♔︎♔︎♔︎|
Once upon a time, an evil king wished to rule over all of his world. Forever.
He gained an army and conquered many kingdoms - the giants, the werewolves and many other dynasties fell victim to his ever rising power, not one managing to overpower him or discover how his indestructible nature came to be. In time, the king gained a following - an empire - stronger than any in his world's recorded history. He had destroyed the governments and monarchies of every kingdom the light could touch, and doused them all in darkness leaving the earth a terrifying, cold place. No other king, nor queen, nor anyone had been able to defeat his ruthless magic.
Except one. As when the Dark Lord appeared to the Rulers of the Kingdom of the phoenix, it was not the King nor the Queen who defeated him, but the young prince who, against all odds, shattered the empire the king had built up, restoring the world to its former balance. And the king returned to his castle as a shadow of his former self.
ON HIATUS
And, as is said in every fairy tale, they all lived happily ever after...
Except this is not a fairy tale. And that was not the end. And that was something that Princess Ophelia Riddle knew all too well.
[𝑯𝑷 𝒓𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝑨𝑼]
[𝑭𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝐱 𝐎𝐂]
[𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠]