Epilogue

The split between worlds shimmered before the queen, the two realms crashing into one before her.

The scent of the world she’d begun to hate seeping through the portal.

She had grown up in the other world, but she had found her home within another.

She reached out, feeling the cool texture of the magical barrier before stepping through it.

The air changed the moment she entered the other realm, the weight of it making her skin crawl.

The palace that she now stood in was much different compared to the one she lived in.

The smallness of it made it feel like the world was crashing down on her.

Her palace had high ceilings and was more spacious.

“Mortianna,”

his deep voice came from behind her, making her skin crawl.

She had once loved the man, but he had since used her for manipulation to get what he wanted.

He leaned back against the throne, his hand full of rings tapping on the armrest.

The face he wore was different from the one she’d once known.

She hated that he had changed his features.

The face he wore was much more beautiful, which made hating him more difficult for the woman.

“My king,”

she forced a smile on her face as she bowed her head in a motion of respect for the man.

His eyes followed the movements, studying his prey.

He assumed she’d grown weak over time, that he was stronger than she was.

His doubt in her would be his downfall, she swore that to herself.

“I saw the Chosen One, I felt her the moment she entered the cave. She almost got the sword. I stepped through the portal just in time. How could you let her leave these walls?”

Her voice was harsh, the anger pulling at her tone.

“She needed to find you. I’m bored of waiting around. I need some action. I want to see if she’s capable of what you claim,”

his voice was uncomfortably calm. “You will regret it. She is learning about her powers, she knows she’s different. You’re allowing her to get stronger. Your stupidity is going to get you killed,”

her laugh held no emotion in it. His expression darkened with the words, anger contouring his features.

She felt no fear for the man that stood before her. He was and would always be inferior to her. Her power would always make him look weak.

“If I was killed, your life would be much easier wouldn’t it? You should be excited about that possibility,”

he stood, attempting to use his height to intimidate her. It was a foolish attempt in her eyes.

She only stepped towards him, closing the distance as she kept her chin high. She refused to back down before him. At the end of the day, they both knew who was the one in charge. “Simply jumping for joy,”

she rolled her eyes, letting out a sigh. Her annoyance was obvious in her tone and expression. He chuckled in amusement, a sparkle forming in his eyes.

“You continue to underestimate me. I need this all to end now. I need her dead. Once she’s gone, we’ll be invincible. Your kingdom will finally be at peace and so will mine,”

he cooed, adjusting the crown that lay upon his head. The wicked man unfortunately looked handsome in the attire and she hated him for it.

“War is coming, Mortianna. Prepare them. It won’t be long until the Chosen One is at our doorsteps.”