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*Walks back into fanfiction after a year or so and tries to act like nothing happened.* Soooo hiiii humans that exist! I have found (in my clump of Rps) a fanfic I was writing then stopped because of school…. WELL I’M BACK NOW! And people who were previously tagged please tell me if you still want to be tagged or not. 🙂 NOW ENOUGH OF ME TALKING NOW LET’S GET INTO THE FIRST (Rewritten) CH! (The plot is still the same just some changes.)
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ch 1 trapped
It has been years since I last saw Agata. She was trying to run up to me but Rafal’s magic was too strong and I knew deep inside couldn’t bear to see her dead, a part of me dead. Rafal was about to swing his axe on Terdos, and no matter how much I hated him I knew Agatha couldn’t live without him “Wait!” I yelled, everyone looked at me, the wind froze as everyone’s attention went to me. I knew I had to be smart while talking him out of this “Take them to their bankrupt kingdom and let them rule it as young and inexperienced. It will be nice to see how it turns out, and If you do it I’ll kill Stefan it’ll be our never after.” I gripped my axe tight and lowered it to Stefan’s head “1” locked my eyes into his “2” he gave in and started to open a portal. Agatha looked into my eyes to see anything I said was real, it wasn’t but I was trying to protect her by not being dead. They fell through the portal as Agatha gave me one last look of agony as I returned with nothing, just nothing. I knew I had to keep the deal. I closed my eyes and swung the sharp silver blade. Cold blood came all over my dress and I was thinking about all the time he didn’t care about me when I needed someone. The sunset in its full array of colors fading into a mesmerizing purple-blue and a sliver moon rose in its place, the day had ended and night began. I am now regretting what I’ve done but I can’t go back in time and besides, I have a child now.
Sophie had stopped writing in the clean white sheet and put her quill away, back into the small clay ***. She looked over at the burning candle having the room glow softly in it’s light, and turned her attention to a cradle with a smiling baby sound asleep. Sophie looked at the child getting the same feeling that she got from her counterpart, a part of her, her soul. The Dark Queen carefully lifted the child and rocked it back and forth going towards the full glinting moon wondering, where are you, Agatha.
Ok thank you for that, I was just being careful bc I didn’t wanna misgender anyone yk?