Welcome to the end my friend. What's going to happen?... Well read it and you'll find out silly.

I'm usually more emotional and deep and stuff at the end of a story, but this one is relatively short; and I wrote it in one day. Plus I'm just uploading it now; so I can't say I've been watching you guys enjoy it over time. However; I did have a lot of fun writing this; And I hope you've enjoyed it as well. Please take a look at some of my other work, and feel free to talk to me; I really do appreciate you guys so much.

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Your feet pace the floor nervously. As far as you can see your options are limited. If you do as the queen ordered; you'll be killed. That is, considering that you manage to do it. If, like she claims, the prince really is alive; then the King is hiding him very well. If you refuse to follow the queen's orders; she'll find a way to have you killed. You could run, but there was the chance that Almedha would send soldiers to hunt you down, and that would lead them straight to your mother.

The only option that held any chance of survival seemed to be telling the King about his wife's plans; and pleading your loyalty to him. Maybe, maybe then the king would take pity and spare you. Yeah, now that you thought about it, that probably wasn't the best of plans. But what else could you do?

With a deep breath you pushed open the door to the throne room and strode in confidently. "Your Majesty, I-" You freeze as your eyes soak in the sight before you. There's Ashnard and a man, you think you recall his name as Izuka; and in Ashnard's arms is a baby; no more than a few months old. The child looks at you with piercing auburn eyes and a head of black hair already growing in.

And on the child's forehead is a marking. A brand. The sign of a half-human half-subhuman.

Suddenly a sharp pain hits you in the back and rips through your upper body. You look down and see something strange; only after a few moments does your mind piece the picture together. A lance is protruding from your chest, the weapon stained red with blood. Your blood.

In a painful instant the lance rips back through your body and you fall to the ground. You can feel your own blood soaking the floor beneath you, and the sensation of the tips of your fingers and toes going cold. Your eyes are opened, but vision is blurry and black dots are beginning to obscure all that you can still manage to see.

Then there's a voice. "Get rid of the body and clean the floor." That's Ashnard, even your quickly numbing mind can tell that. A child starts to cry. "Ugh, this child is useless. What good is laguz blood if the child is born human."

"What would you like us to do with it, your majesty?"

"… Bring me a pen and paper. I have a letter to write to Goldoa."

Those are the last words you hear before everything goes black.

~END