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nohalation) wrote2021-02-08 07:12 pm
nohalation) wrote2021-02-08 07:12 pm
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[The memory starts with the sound of footsteps, echoing in the hallway. The footsteps belong to Angel who seems to be walking with steadfast determination, carrying a large flag in her arm. She's a little younger in this memory, but this expression has more life to it than her child self.
I must ask mother.
I have to know the truth.
She hears herself say these words over and over as she approaches the Throne Room where her parents should be. As soon as she reaches the closed doors, she feels her entire body freeze in place.
Something isn't right. Something isn't right at all.
When she opens the door, her instincts are proven correct by the smell of blood. On the floor are the dead bodies of her parents, and the court that had followed her parents.
And right in the middle of the room is her brother, looking at her and smiling.]
I must ask mother.
I have to know the truth.
She hears herself say these words over and over as she approaches the Throne Room where her parents should be. As soon as she reaches the closed doors, she feels her entire body freeze in place.
Something isn't right. Something isn't right at all.
When she opens the door, her instincts are proven correct by the smell of blood. On the floor are the dead bodies of her parents, and the court that had followed her parents.
And right in the middle of the room is her brother, looking at her and smiling.]
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An end to our suffering only means the suffering of everyone else.
With so much at stake, if I'm to choose between us or the world...