Thalia's Ashen Fate
My hand, unsteady, went to the top drawer – the familiar, almost special place for my journal.
With a breath that caught in my throat, I pulled it open. The last entry. The ink, faded but clear, stared back at me: Year Thirty-Four of King Zylair's reign, Spring Solstice, Day 12. A dread seeped into my bones, chilling me deeply. In exactly one year, the world will be ashes.
How? How is this possible? The thought slammed into me with the force of a physical blow. That… that ending was too real, too absolute, to be just a nightmare.
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