ยน ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ โโ ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ค ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ
โ The future was yet to be written, uncertain in every way except one: there will be fire.When the dawn closed her eyes, she awoke in flames-a hellfire inferno burning as leaves on briar-thicket trees. A forest of thorns alight. A vision of the future yet to pass. Though she could run, she could not hide from the black magic dirge humming within her veins, and she could not escape it.No power on earth can change it, maleficence whispered.Tomes of antiquity spoke of the lone cure for such an ailment: an act of true love in its purest form-a treasure many would lay waste to a thousand armies to possess, a divine gift the poets of old bled sonnets in the name of. True love conquers all, they once wrote.But the shadows would not free her so easily, and as the dawn would come to see, not even the power of true love would be enough to grant her salvation.โใ arthur pendragon x aurora lothbrok ใโฆ
