by Crimson Skye
A wicked laughter echoed the palace. “Well, well… This was getting wonderful. An Etherian Prince was alive perhaps.” Now that the princess had been freed and the Hunter had unlocked the crypt in quest of the book, it was the time to make a delightful gift for them. The hooded figure stepped out of the golden throne and headed to the Potion Chamber. The glittering cape trailed after the figure. Snow appeared and followed her master.
“What now?” The figure asked, looking over its shoulder with a grimaced look.
“The rebels were now on their way here,” Snow stated, kneeling before her master. “The people on the other hand, immediately leave to the Far South in fear of the war. Only few chose to stay behind.”
The hooded figure nodded. “What else to expect?”
Snow lifted her head. “What are we gonna do with the girl?”
A foreboding smile flashed on its lips. “She play a significant role on my victory,” came the reply. The figure vanished through the door. Snow nodded and departed the palace. Her master was into something brilliant again. Soon the world will bow before them and she cannot wait for it.
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