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L.J. Andrews
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June 18 - June 21, 2025
There is a well-known myth throughout the four kingdoms that revolves around four gifts of fate and the queens who will claim them: choice, devotion, honor, and cunning.
Do you know what it’s like, Little Rose?
A dream where she’d want me the same and scour the earth to find me.
Let me be your darkness, but let me be yours.
“Send the signal. He’s returned.”
Hus Rose, the crumbling palace.
He dipped his face close. “Never forget again.”
“Don’t forget what?” “That you belong to me.”
For lifetimes I’d imagined her smile, her touch. I’d imagined the way she’d draw close, as lost in me as I’d become in her.
My song had always been hers, should she only take it.
“Why did you stay hidden from me?” “It was not by choice.” He stiffened. “You are my thoughts that rise with the sun, and my fears that come with the night.”
“This is the part where she rises.”
“This is the part where captives are free.”
Stefan whispered. “Listen to your heart, listen to the voice you cannot explain.” He squeezed my hand. “Until the next tale.”
Our song here is finished. Sing with me again, Little Rose.
“Do you know what it’s like?”
Find me, he pleaded. Live and live again. Find me, Little Rose. Please.
“Live and live again.”
“Do you know what it’s like to watch the light of your soul die over and over? Do you know what it’s like to burn for lifetimes for another who fears you in the end?”
A song of sorrow and fate tied us together and kept us apart in the same breath.
“Say the word, Silas,” I whispered, tilting my head, “and I would follow you through the lifetimes.”
Now, she took everything. My friendship, my voice, my heart, my soul. She could have it all. I was always destined to bow to her. I owned nothing, for everything I had to give had always belonged to the storyteller.
“He takes enemies back to their truest hatred. To the torment he enjoyed most.”
“When you meet the Ever King again, a word of advice—if you wish to keep your lives, I wouldn’t make him bleed.”
“A caution follows with this tale,” the seers said, softly, “should the first bond break, you will fail.”
“I feel to say these crowns afar,” said Danna, “relive the battles once fought before. A curse of blood, a sea seeking revenge, and a plague of darkness across a land.”
A song of blood keeps life for the one you love. Trust and let it be, in this a tale of land and sea.
When shields fall, a heart will call. Send light to crowns of fate. When enemies stand on this first land, Then ends this battle of hate.
I don’t mind if you speak to shadows, Silas, but let me be the one to hold the candle and walk with you through the darkness.”
“Then don’t be stupid and let words make you doubt those things that make you,
Silas, my phantom, my whisper, he wanted me to decide if my heart ached for him. It didn’t ache for him. It lived for him.
Four queens. Four battles. Four fates.
“A tale of old, returns anew. Brought forth by bonds that bind the few. Love of choice. Devotion of heart. Honor and passion brought the start. In dawn’s soft light, a path is growing. To bring about a gift so cunning. In realms of darkness, the plan is spun. To end a game long ago begun. Find each place for which to rise. As gifts of fate greet darkness on the tides.”
“I need to tell you, whatever happens here—I have loved you all my life.”
“Let the dreams descend and find the end.”
“Gifts of fate unite this day, used with purpose to end the pain.”
“You thought you could pin me down and he’d sit back and let you?”
“Then you do not know true devotion.”
Four thrones of fated light, Rise and claim your fight. Each with a place, have it be known. Rid lands of hate and claim each throne.
