They'd all been happy once. Each of them building their own little empire, occasionally they would run over into one another's. Two of them ruled the Shadows, doomed by the Ancestors to be both enemies and lover's, two of them were friends, all three of the men lover's to the so called 'Queen of the Shadows.' And her friend, the little bird as they called her, so young compared to all of them, not even yet a woman. She was the one who would carry on the spirit of her best friend.
When you mix love and politics it gets messy, they all knew it, and they all tried to avoid it. The Moirai and the Ancestors wouldn't let them. And they dug their graves when she gained too much power, and only two dared not to participate in the downfall of the greatest woman they knew. And when the dead come knocking on your door, don't be afraid of the woman come to greet you- she's much nicer than her King. And when you hear the owl at night, know she's watching for her long lost friend. Even when the dead come knocking, the door to the living is always present.
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And Then, the Shadows Fell.
General FictionWhen do you say no? Is it when you need too, or is it way before? Can you say no to temptation, or death? Can you defeat death? Can death defeat death? All likely hood of death fighting death is slim, and so are the possibility of Gods and their aff...
