War Is Over Lyrics Novels & Stories

The war was over. For now. But something in the air whispered, not forever.

Cyprian joked weakly. Vespera let out a breath that was half-laugh, half-sob. She rested her head against his cold breastplate. "The war is over," she murmured. "Yeah," Cyprian agreed. He looked at the ruined horizon, then at her. "The war is over." He stood up, lifting her effortlessly. He ignored the pain in his side. He ignored the Dragon landing nearby, chewing on a discarded siege engine. "The world is ours, My Queen," Cyprian said.

of a machine. ​It was just... the morning. ​"Is it over, Papa?" Nora asked, her amber skin fading into a natural, human tan. ​"The war is over," Kael said, looking at the smooth, unscarred horizon. "But the Song... the Song is just getting to the good part."

The war wasn’t over. Not even close.

Darling everything's on fire. The war outside our door keeps raging on... Hold on to this lullaby... Even when the music's gone, gone... Just close your eyes... The sun is going down... You'll be alright... No one can hurt you now... Come morning light... You and I'll be safe and sound... Ooohhhhhh... Ooooohhhhh... Aaaaaahhhhh... Aaaahhhhhh... Ooohhhhhhh... Ooohhhhhh... Aaaaaahhhhh... Aaaahhhhhh...

he says softly, “this war isn’t over.” *************

After stepping down from the altar, William sent me a text. "The negotiations are going well. What do you want to eat tonight?" I replied, "Are you actually negotiating right now?" As soon as I sent the message, I received a barrage of calls and texts. "I am. I'll explain it to you once I'm home." Through the livestream, I could see that William was shocked. He completely disregarded the wedding and hurriedly took his suit off, rushing home as if it were a matter of life and death. However, I had already left the borders of Moria.

As they caught sight of me, a deafening cheer erupted—a sound made all the more beautiful by their shared joy and relief. In that cacophony of unity, I glanced at Alexander, feeling his reassuring warmth at my side. His hand folded into mine with unmatched tenderness, binding us together as though we stood against the world as one. Silence fell over the crowd as I faced them, determined to convey the gravity of the news I bore. "The war is over," I declared, my voice carrying the weight of a thousand emotions, washing over the crowd like a healing tide. Their cheer rose once more, but I lifted my hand, demanding their attention, needing them to hear the truth that lay beyond simple victory.

War started now. * * *

This wasn't over. This was war.