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he murmured, voice tight with cold fury, “you move too soon. But you will not succeed. The Kingdom will endure, and all who defy it… will fall.” Outside the throne room, the kingdom thrummed with energy. Orders spread like wildfire, soldiers readied for war, and the bounty on Edyrm and Vulwin ignited a frenzy among the ambitious and desperate. The Dark Elf King’s gaze was unyielding, his mind already calculating, predicting, controlling. And in the cold heart of the Dark Elf Kingdom, every shadow, every whisper, every movement was a piece of the deadly game that Aranthir played—and he never lost. ***

“You think your magic can break my kingdom?” I lifted my chin. “I don’t think—I know.” His expression darkened. “Then prove it.” The room erupted in chaos. Theron lunged at his father. I turned toward the altar, my magic surging, fingers trembling as I called upon the spell. The runes on the altar flared, resisting me. Adrian’s voice cut through the madness. “You don’t understand, girl,” he growled. “This kingdom was built on blood. On sacrifice. You can’t break something so deeply woven into the land.”

Hope burned to ash. And I weep. Not quietly. Not softly. Completely. Everything I held, everything I built my world on — has collapsed. And yet… I raise my head. – Rhaell — I croak. My voice is like that of some stranger. — Are you still alive? – Yes, my lord, — he whispers. – They are about to take the throne from me. My children too. My kingdom. Everything. I spring to my feet. – Then bring on the war. Let it be one this world has never seen.

I felt a surge of energy flow throughout my body as I lightly moved my feet back and forth. Once again I had my face buried in my hands as my mind drifted off to what my friends said to me last night. It was more serious than I thought. Last night, before sleep took over, I imagined how things would be if we joined the two powerful kingdoms. Just as the idea came, it was gone in a flash. It was ridiculous. Just because I liked a prince from the royal pure blood family, there was no way that I would punish so many others. Golden Haven is Golden Haven and Red Kingdom is Red Kingdom.

"You dare to come here, you fool. Do you think you can defeat me? You think you can ruin my intentions?" "I will defeat you, Kingdom," I responded, my voice unwavering. "I have no idea what you want or what my pack has done to offend you, but you aren't going unscathed." Kingdom laughed, a harsh grating sound that reverberated through the forest. He raised his hand, and the shadows danced around him, forming grotesque shapes that clawed at the air. "You are nothing but a pawn, xander, a puppet in my game. I am the master here, and you will bend to my will."

I heard another elder ask, as the murmuring grew louder so Harry could hear them. "No one dares to question his majesty or her highness. Leave now, unless you want to be tortured!" Harry roared at them, and some still stubbornly asked Harry, "But his majesty just told us now that he needs a dragon mate. Is his queen not a dragon too? What's going on in the royal palace?" "Guards!! Get me my iron whip!" Harry roared out, and not one more question was asked. All the elders started running away, knowing that Harry was ruthless. The field became silent as the crowds all went back home.

“This, sister, is the kingdom of Etherios. You and I are the daughters of the fallen King Samael. Your child is to inherit the throne.” Mitzie stood from her seat, eyes and mouth wide open, trying to take in all that she was seeing. It looked something like a cross between a vast Roman Empire, and a Medieval Kingdom. She didn’t know how that was possible when they were two vastly different looks, but somehow, they worked well together here. There were no other persons around, but she somehow knew there were others that were there. "I really don’t understand. I mean, I love to dream…or excuse me, would love to believe this, but I really don’t know how any of this is possible,” Mitzie said in

Student body president, debate team captain, honors society, whoever wrote this fairy tale clearly hadn't met the real Alexander Elysian. The car curved around another bend, and through the tinted windows, she caught her first glimpse of the Elysian mansion. Her sharp mind cataloged every detail of the approaching mansion - Gothic architecture, at least thirty rooms, probably built in the 1900s. She'd researched enough about the Elysians to fill a book, but seeing their world up close made her feel like an ant about to walk into a palace of giants. "Ready?" Alexander's voice cut through her thoughts as the car rolled to a stop.

Her father's eyes are glued on it. "I do not ask for . . . death by your blade. This was just a hu . . . ge mistake. Your slave is unharmed as you can see," he defends. "You would dare sell the heir of Elowen's crown to an evil warlock just for your gain. You are such an idiot to even think that Draco would actually give you, a weak king, the things I promised in that fake letter. Your stupidity is unforgivable. For the sake of the good people of this kingdom I am taking the throne," she states in a frigid voice.

"Everything that Celestia and the Alliance have told you about this war and why it's happening is a lie." I narrowed my eyes on him, but he just took a breath before looking me square in the eye and continuing. "You saw the people in there. You saw how it's driving them mad, and forcing them to shift into their alter forms. The Beastial Kingdom didn't start this war; Celestia did. They corrupted our king on the day they were supposed to sign a peace treaty. They did something to him that forced his dragon to the surface in a blind rage, instantly voiding the treaty between kingdoms, and therefore restarting the war that we were trying to end. That king came back to the Beastial kingdom after