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once upon a time, a girl had a father, a prince, a society of friends. then they betrayed her. S O  S H E  D E S T R O Y E D  T H E M  A L L .

We exist because this world exists. It’s a responsibility of ours, whether or not anyone will remember it. And they will. Because we will return and make sure of it.

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— favorite series: the young elites trilogy

I stare at him, trying to comprehend what he’s done. He saved Magiano from falling overboard. He saved me. He is taking this mission seriously, however much he loathes us. “Maybe next time,” he says to me with that smile, “you won’t be so lucky.”

Fear creates the strongest illusions. Everyone has darkness inside them, however hidden.

We exist because this world exists. It’s a responsibility of ours, whether or not anyone will remember it. And they will. Because we will return and make sure of it.

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Once upon a time, a girl had a father, a prince, a society of friends. Then they betrayed her, so she destroyed them all.

She passed through our village, through fields littered with dead soldiers after her forces overwhelmed the nation of Dumor. Her other Elites followed and then rows of white-robed Inquisitors, wielding the white-and-silver banners of the White Wolf. Where they went, the sky dimmed and the ground cracked  —the clouds gathered behind the army as if a creature alive, black and churning in fury. As if the goddess of Death herself had come.    

I remember her as clearly as if she were standing before me. She was ice personified. There was once a time when darkness shrouded the world, and the darkness had a queen.

where they went, the sky dimmed and the ground cracked—the clouds gathered behind the army as if a creature alive, black and churning in fury. as if the goddess of death herself had come. 

Fear creates the strongest illusions. Everyone has darkness inside them, however hidden.

We exist because this world exists. It’s a responsibility of ours, whether or not anyone will remember it. And they will. Because we will return and make sure of it.

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The only way to clamp down on my energy is to erase my emotions, and so I fold them each away, one by one. My sorrow turns to anger, then to ice-cold fury. My soul curls in on itself in defense. I am gone. I am truly gone. I am not sorry.