In Darkest Times: Astradell Chronicles

In Darkest Times: Astradell Chronicles

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An ancient darkness. A newly found kingdom. Terrifying love and a shocking truth. There is no way back home. "These things only happen in fairy tales." She murmured to herself. Looking out the window it was a sea of gray. Like she was watching the waves far below the ocean. Thunder rumbled in the distance. She took a shaky breath, a dread began settling over her. Turning Kenrick and Mattan stood behind her. The door between them they stood hands clasped behind their backs. "Life becomes stranger then fairy tales more often than not." Extending his arm she crossed the room, lacing them together. Sighing they strode out the door, a group of guards escorting them to the square. A coronation. An execution. Trying to steady herself she could feel it all coming apart. Along with the chilling realization. She would die trying to save it all.
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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