Read on Wattpad here! (No account needed) I adjust the crown on my head. The throne is in pieces, it's glistening obsidian back crumbled. I pick up some of the shards and wrap them in cloth. They will be turned into a new crown, a crown that will shift the tide. But the war is not over. Not yet.
Read on Wattpad here! (No account needed)
I adjust the crown on my head. The throne is in pieces, it's glistening obsidian back crumbled. I pick up some of the shards and wrap them in cloth. They will be turned into a new crown, a crown that will shift the tide. But the war is not over. Not yet.