BURN
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Skipping happily over a world stained grey with ash, the no-longer-forgotten princess hummed a familiar tune. "We burn'd the garden of roses," The doors of the ancient castle have fallen to the Revolution, the blood of my ex-captors covering the marble floor as my people fight for our home. "Hail! The Queen of Corpses," I know not to look at the dead as I roam the empty halls, ignoring the memory of a centuries-dead childhood. "Cheer! The Night of th' Empire!" I waste no energy thinking of the dead courtiers, burning their corpses just as they did my family. I have no mercy left for these vile people, the people whose kindness is as see-through as the cleanest diamondglass. "Ash and snow collide..." "Show th' old chain-holders the pyres as we build." I ignore the pain in my side, raising my glass with a bright smile and celebrating alongside my soldiers. My armour is scratched, old black iron perfectly hiding the rag that hides the deep stab wound in my abdomen. "They all fell down..." Hopefully they don't find my body 'til the morning. I don't want to be saved, to be seen as the princess that let her kingdom be held captive for three centuries. ------- Started: March 2022 Last updated: February 2nd, 2024
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Three hundred years after the fall, the known world is beginning to regain a semblance of order, with the sword the ultimate power once more. But not everything of old was lost, and there are some that will exert deadly effort to obtain what was left behind. Orphaned, plague-marked and mistrusted by the community he lives in, a boy must come to terms with the fact that he is different from everyone else, but is soon the focus of unwelcome and deadly attention. Separated from her father, a young girl has to learn to survive in a foreign land haunted by tribes of ghosts and roving bands of piratical thralls to a sadistic King. A watcher keeps lonely vigil from within a fortress that has been under siege for hundreds of years, while a soldier dies for the twenty-third time, and dies again while wondering if he is going mad. First started in 2015, this story is at 50k+ words, but was removed when a plotting hiccup was encountered. I now intend to split it into three parts, and this is the complete Part 1. Part 2 will begin once I've finished editing another work... Please vote and comment, as your input will help shape the story. Enjoy!

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