~silver moonlight, chapter three :headphones: writing :headphones:

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silver moonlight

chapter three

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hello, hello, and welcome~!

the name’s garde, and welcome to another writing post.

aye there, welcome to chapter three of sm ;) first off, i want to thank you for reading, it means a lot to me! every reader encourages me to write more, and honestly i couldn’t thank you enough.

as a warning, there is blood in the story, but it's very light, and it doesn't go much into description.

chapter two, and all the previous chapters, can be found in the hashtag, #/silvermoonlight down below, if you’re interested^^

now, let’s continue! i hope you enjoy. here it is, silver moonlight, chapter three!

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‘now queen of your nation.’

those words were a net, a prison. an invisible cage, pressing tightly against her matted fur.

her duties lay with her people, her heart with her family. yes, the words were a trap, trapping her within her mind, compressing herself into a small diamond. she was floating, the world drifting beneath her eyes, the only thing anchoring herself to this cursed land the warmth of the bird flapping besides her.

it was too much, too big of a change in too short of a time.

the prison was solidifying~ or was that her mind? it didn’t seem so. the world was getting darker, darker~

black.

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“my friend.”

“can you hear me?”

she gazed up, vision swimming. what was she doing in bed? why was mira right next to her? why had mira called her, ‘my friend?’

her vision wavered, then ceased.

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she slowly opened her eyes. how long had it be since she’d fallen unconscious again? she’d sworn she saw mira, but that didn’t make any sense. why would mira appear now, of all ti~

parents. gone.

just let me sleep again.

“are you awake?”

she groaned. turned over.

it wasn’t mira, but celaena. celaena, mira’s daught~

‘reply to me with your answer

by leaving a note

where you found your new friend.’

how had this pandora known? how could everything have collapsed so suddenly?

who would be so cruel, so evil, such a monster?

her parents..

were gone.

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analese sat up, much to the delight of celaena.

“celaena,” the princess croaked. realizing how hoarse her voice was, the princess slowly drank from her bedside pitcher before continuing. “i~ i would never ask this of anyone, except in the most dire circumstances. help me, help me get my parents back.”

the heron’s expression was sympathetic, which just made analese more annoyed~ she was a princess warrior, capable of fighting off hordes of phantoms, definitely able to fight her emotions. but she hid it.

“of course i will help you, analese. where do you want to start?”

analese took a shaky breath. “let me study the note. perhaps we can find something of use.”

there it was again, that cursed, black-inked scrawl, written perfectly in tiny letters. something about it reminded her of a lion~ a lion she knew.. but who was it?

in the name of mira! this is ridiculous. impossible.

flipping the note over, analese carefully inspected the other side. a pattern of flaky blood covered it.

the princess squinted. her mom had always been a fantastic artist, she knew, and this blood resembled something close to art. it looked a bit like an animal, not a lion. something sleeker, but it was definitely a feline. the blood had spread, preventing analese from understanding more.

written next to it was one word~ ‘beware.’

choking, analese held it out to celaena. “the handwriting reminds me of a lion, someone i definitely know. and my mom drew this. she’s the best artist in the palace. it’s definitely a feline, but sleeker than a lion. so which of us do you think is wrong?”

celaena studied it carefully. “we’ll have to stay alert, keep watch for any clues. we have to stop this ‘pandora’ from harming your parents, but obviously we can’t hand the kingdom over. honestly, your duties lie here over your parents’ lives.”

analese’s expression stiffened.

the heron hurriedly changed the subject. “but where to now? what do you want to do? visit someplace, look somewhere?”

expression becoming almost mischievous, analese smiled. “we’re off to visit peck. perhaps it’s time the geltanian line was reintroduced to the art of creative fighting.”

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goodbye, thanks for reading~!

i hope you enjoyed uwu

i had a ton of fun writing this, i honestly am enjoying writing this series more than pa and tdr, oof. stay tuned for chapter four because heck this is getting exciting ;))

haha, all images belong to me, besides the cover’s background <3

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