This is the result.
After months of years of killing, battling, strategy, suffering, tears, and perhaps a few moments of joy, the Everafter war was over. The winning side rejoiced, happy that the war was over and that they had won. The losing side wept, knowing that now, they were powerless to do anything. The last battle hadn't really been much of a battle at all. One side merely held a knife to an important figure of the other side's throat, and they had immediately given up or else the person's life was lost.
Sure, many were furious at the leaders for giving up, but they had already decided that the single person's life was much more important than winning the war. Sorrowfully, they surrendered to the winning Everafters. Nothing could stop them now.
Many tears were shed, some of happiness, some of anger, frustration, gloominess, and perhaps even relief.
One such person who shed tears with all of the others was Sabrina Grimm. They were not tears of joy.
The Everafter war was over.
The Master and the Queen of Hearts side-
-won.
Sabrina woke up to the sound of clanging metal and found herself stiff from lying on a dirty metal floor. She rubbed her eyes sleepily. Trying to remember what had happened that got her in this situation, Sabrina sat up and looked around.
Rows and rows of cages.
She was a prisoner of war.