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THE LITTLE BIRD has had her freedom, has tasted what it has felt like to spread her previously clipped wings. Little bird is a free bird now and will burn the world to the ground to keep her freedom.

Even if that means striking down the only family she has left.

The plan had been simple, the impish fool; Peter the magnificent had practically asked for it. Little bird was going to kill her Prince in the heat of the battle, finally behead the prince who had sparked the rebellion. Her Prince had been kind and just and it ... well it hurt to acknowledge that she would have to kill him.

In the end, however, when it came to down to it all, little bird would sacrifice everyone and anyone to retain her freedom.

So in the height of the fight, little bird snuck away, the shadows like a familiar comforting blanket. Little bird had been invisible for all of her life, so it made perfect sense that in this moment she was invisible once more.

But she had never been invisible to him.

When little bird came to finally commit the crime that would ensure her freedom, his body knelt down to secure the horses, he abruptly turned around, a weak smile playing at his lips. He jumped to his feet, wrapping his arms around you as Ianthe came barrelling around the corner, grabbing her arm in terror. Her fiery red hair was speckled in dirt  and blood, sweat looking down her face as she stared down at little bird in fear.

"Alys what do we do now?" She confessed, pulling the prince's would be assassin down the stable, towards the door, back to the fight.

Little bird knew what she would do.

Unfortunately her cousin would be the tragic victim.

Days of training with her, had prepared little bird for what she needed to do. She knew where the strike, she knew her rivals weak spots. So, when she struck the blade, Ianthe barely had the time to dodge, her name slashed as she couldn't completely evade the blade.

"Alys?" Her voice quivered, her body hunched as she stared at you in terror.

Just like how her mother had stared at your own. History was finally repeating itself, the prophecy to be completed in only a matter of moments.

Yet, the bitter taste of regret stung as a lone tear fell from little birds eye. With a mournful sigh escaping her lips, she turned away from the scene of the crime, weaving her way through the castle.

Little bird needed to fight her for freedom.