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The Old OakWater droplets sparkled on the bright green leaves of the old oak tree; they shimmered in the light of dusk, slowly fading into the darkness. A slight wind whistled through the branches, and the old oak swayed to and through, shaking of the last remnants of the rain.
The old oak was old, much older than one can imagine. Once it stood in a forest of trees, a mighty collection of ancient and humungous trees. When a breeze whistled through the thicket, it would sound as if the forest yawned.
But now, the old oak stood alone, surrounded by a huge moat, that over the years filled itself with the water of the sky's. The moat had appeared when what destroyed the rest of the forest, no one knew.
A raging war, that seemed to be fought between the heavens and the earth itself, as the weapons of malice were terrifying. They raged through the land, not sparing the life of innocents, or caring whether they were friend or foe.
But what and why, was long forgotten. Hidden in the backs of everyone's m
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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