Tree of Life

Tree of Life

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Elena widened her eyes as her tears dribbled down on the sleet, her side cheek pressed up against the snow, creating harsh cold creeps tingling her flesh; her eyes squinting on the powdery flakes. Attempting to lift her head to the side, she hesitated slowly as she spoke, unaware if it were her last words spoken. "...please... don't.." She hardly pleaded in mercy, but in a case of life and death, this was at most her welly could take her. Her eyes betrayed her once again and colored her gaze in a cloudy sight before her; to the extent of not knowing the eyes of the monster that was on the verge of beheading her. "Please..." She sobbed. A snicker. A snicker from her killer was all the answer she needed for her to acknowledge her future. Exhaling breathlessly, she closed her eyes and awaited her bloodshed. 'Sorry Mother...' She whimpered. '...for not being able to protect you...' Feeling the wind sweep for the last time, she took her last heavy breath as the sword swayed, and slashed- 'CRUNCH CRUNCH' Can Elena, a rare born, be able to save this once peaceful world from what it has become now? A plague and a city of torture and death? Or will someone enter her life to change it all?
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"I don't need a backup plan." Her doubt in him was offensive. Killian would move mountains to get what he wanted. He'd topple kingdoms, thrones and royals without a second thought. So long as he had the means. Forever oppressed as vampire General, the throne he hankered for seemed unattainable. Out of reach. Until her. "That sounds like over-confidence," She tutted, trailing her fingers across his lips. "It's me who'll die if that goes wrong. I'd appreciate a backup plan." Their alliance wasn't born from trust. Or lust. Not even toleration. They were pushed together without choice. Only circumstance called for rebellion. His words were a fluttery whisper against her mouth. "I promise you right now, we don't need a backup plan. Tomorrow, everything I've planned will go accordingly. Have a little faith in me Sinclair. I won't let you die." Separate plans. Separate motivations. Was working together even possible? She pressed her forehead to his, the distance between them nigh non-existent. "I hope that's a promise you're able to keep. If I die, I'll haunt you."

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