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 ☞     there’s   no   need   to   be   afraid   any   more     ,     random   citizen     !     ☜     oh     ,     random   citizen   was   a   nice   touch.     there   was   no   reason   the   famed   superhero   should   know   who   he   was     -----     at   least   not   straight   off   the   bat.     she   was   so   great   at   lying     !     ☞     it’s   me     :     queen   bee     ,     the   one   ladybug   herself   calls   to   for   help     !     you’re   totally   in   safe   hands   now.     ☜

The King comes to with a pounding headache, his mouth dry and his chest aching in a strange way. His last memories, the Vagabond rising to the throne for the second time- the other 5 of them bending knee to another cycle of chaos, familiar and as it was meant to be. Then, a upheaval from outside the edge of their homes- animals crying out in fear, a blackness consuming all in it’s path-

He can remember no more. The ache is unfamiliar, not like the pang of respawn after a violent death, not like the ache of happiness.

It is grief. The room is dark, cold, unfamiliar, belonging to someone else entirely. Loss. The King tries to stand from the cot only to crumple to his knees on the floor with an anguished cry as he feels the death of his world. He can no longer feel the bonds between him and his Warrior, his Fool, his Vagabond, his Builder, his Rose and the ache in his chest twists and twists into a tight knot of sorrow and anger and helplessness.