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━━━━━IN THE RUBBLE AND ROUGH LEDGES OF THE THRASHED DOWN RUINS OF THE HAND OF ARLENE, the girl of onyx hair flew her lighthouse to mark her place as she chuckled weakly. There was no more chance for her to live, yes, along with the large boulder that only inched nearer to her body by seconds, but as a mortal blows of her willpower dealt her hopes to bleed higher the more not to leave her prince behind.
All around her, the walls of rock were shaking to slip. She endured the wait and hungered to live and hold Wangnan once more. But death was to kiss her and deliver her to a paradise of torment to bid a farewell to her dear and to fight another day with him, seemed unexsistent.
When she lid her eyes to retreat, her lighthouse faded with her lips that paused breathing, beads of tears presented on the corners of her slanted eyes, scoffing, coming up with several wishes and hoped to twist and turn her tragic death. There were no place to look out to, no kingdom would be present to her amethyst eyes, her promise to someday rule the tower, to lead, and be queen to her king would banish the second the boulder above her head slipped.
A sentence Wangnan had said kept coming back to her, sending her shrills of shivering tender frills of his touch as she sobbed, silently giving in to death.
