A/N - Last chapter! I want to thank everyone who favorited, read or followed it, I've had a great time writting it! Enjoy xx

"Mom? Don't leave me, please." Misty told, grabbing her mother's hand and letting out a soft sigh, then a whimper. She could barely move, and with each breath she took, her time left on Earth decreased. She knew it, she knew it wouldn't be long until she saw her mother's face for the last time. She tightened her grip on the woman's hand, feeling the queen caress her knuckles softly.

"Of course not, dear." the queen told, moving in closer to her and pulling her head onto her lap. Gently brushing the blonde, wild hair back behind her ear, the woman studied her daughters features. "You look so much like your father." she whispered, remembering the golden hair her husband had and that her daughter had inherited. Misty's eyes fluttered shut, though she opened them slightly seconds later. Her chest moved but only slightly, her heart starting to say goodbye. The queen's throat released the tears and they slid down her face in the middle of the silence. Everything was still and quiet, as if the world had stopped.

For a moment the woman sat there, watching her tears drip down on Misty's face. She leaned forward and press her thin lips against her daughter's temple, and slowly, as if not to wake her, Innocence laid her head back on the ground and released her hand. Misty drew her last breath in the same arms that held her once, eighteen years before, when the only sound that came from her mouth was a loud cry, begging for her mother.

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The castle was empty. The walls were slowly turning brighter, though the sky and its clouds were darker than ever. There was a ghostly striding through the corridors, the whole place was eerily still, as if all its remaining life was concentrated in the throne room, where the dead and the mourners were crammed. She walked next to a pair of soldiers that carried a body in from the grounds. Cordelia glanced down and felt another dull blow to her stomach. Nan, one of the servant girls that inhabited the castle and was the daughter of the cook, was covered in blood, having been stabbed with a sword. She was too young to die, an innocent soul. Cordelia took just one glance at the entrance of the throne room. People were moving around, trying to comfort each other, drinking, kneeling beside the dead. A soldier saw her and walked towards her. "Princess Cordelia, your mother i—"

"Is dead, I know." she told, giving the man a nod. "Gather everyone in the throne room, heal the wounded. Make some of your men start digging holes in the hill to bury the dead ones. Where is my mother's second in command, Sir Foxx?" the soldier turned and pointed to a spot of the throne room, in a farther corner. Hank was lying on the cold stone, covered with a blanket. Cordelia walked towards him in silence, receiving different stares from the people gathered in the room, some of hate, some of curiosity, some of happiness when seeing her alive. Without saying much of a word, and before the man had time to react, Cordelia took the dagger he carried in his belt and stabbed him on his now exposed chest. People gasped, and a few of the knights quickly drew their swords.

"Wait. He was a traitor." she told, retiring the dagger from his chest and making the blood spill, then standing up. She looked around, all eyes on her. "This man, along with my mother, had been plotting against me my whole life. A prophecy made eighteen years ago was hidden from me, making me trust my mother blindly when in fact she was just waiting for today to kill me. But now I see things clear, and the queen you all knew, the devil that threatened this land, is now dead. I am the reigning queen now, and I will bring light to these lands. Now, take care of the wounded, mourn the dead ones, and be satisfied that this war has not crossed the castle's walls. Who knows how many more people would be lying here dead then."

She stood up, looking defiantly to the persons that were sitting around the room. No one dared to move, no one seemed to breathe in that moment. Cordelia slowly started making her way back to the entrance of the room, the blood that pooled on the floor the same color than the stains of her bright dress. She finally moved down the steps and out to the barn, taking two horses and guiding them inside of the woods. When she arrived to her destination, the spot where the queen and the princess were hidden, Cordelia was breathless. She had ended up riding one of the stallions while holding the other's reins, knowing that she could not waste a second— only to become aware that it was already too late.

Cordelia found it impossible to stop looking at Misty, now smaller than ever, so vulnerable in death. Taking few steps closer, she noticed the flowers that surrounded the girl, wildflowers of many colors, from white and beige to violet and red. The queen kneeled next to her, cleaning her daughter's legs with the sleeves of her dress before putting more flowers around her. She quickly noticed the older princess approaching and looked at her, the woman's sad green eyes full of tears that fell silently down her cheek. None of them did speak, Cordelia not wanting to interrupt the ritual the woman was performing. Soon the queen started braiding flowers, crafting an impromptu crown of orange flowers. Cordelia observed in silence, still standing next to the horses. She tied the ropes to a tree branch and then approached Misty's lifeless body. She seemed just to be sleeping in that small meadow, but Cordelia knew.

"Misty…" she said in no more than a whisper, feeling the realization sink in. Misty was dead. Her lifeless body was being ornamented as a way to say goodbye, by her own mother. A mother that had lost the light of her life, her precious daughter. And the princess could feel the strength that she had showed before disappear almost immediately, her legs feeling so weak that soon she fell on the floor, kneeling in front of her lover's body. "Misty, no, you can't leave me…"

"She's gone, princess Cordelia." the woman told, watching the girl start to cry over the other's death. She knew that they had spent the night together, the knights had returned without the southern princess when they had gone to her chamber to capture her, and it was written in the stars after all. She had always known that they were each other's true love, even when they still hadn't met the other "We've lost the battle."

"No. My mother is dead, and Misty… I'll bring her back." the girl told, nodding. She refused to believe that Misty was gone, she refused to admit that she had been the cause of so many deaths in vain. She refused to let Misty be just another body when the guards counted them. Without knowing what she was doing, just following her instinct, Cordelia leaned forward and hovered her lips over Misty's parted ones, breathing life inside of her. The queen, still sitting next to them, looked with amazement how the life energy was exchanged between the princesses. Cordelia pulled back, staring at the other with curious eyes. A few seconds passed, Cordelia's hope renewed as she noticed the loss of energy she felt in her body. If I lose energy, it's because I've given it to her, right? she questioned mentally, waiting for Misty to wake up. More seconds passed, and Misty still did not move.

A whole minute. The sun shone bright in the sky, the faint sound of people running up and down in the distance, the birds sung up in the surrounding trees. Two minutes. The sun disappeared behind a grey clouds layer, the castle's doors were closed as everyone waited for their new queen, the birds flew to their nests. Three minutes. The rain started falling, breaking the sudden silence that had fallen on the woods. Misty's skin was cold as ice, her color was extremely pale. Her mother silently cried, the last breeze of hope the northern princess had brought with her disappearing quickly. The queen stood up, swallowing hard and tilting her head backwards to feel the rain wash the tears away from her face.

Misty was gone, and she would never come back.

"Let's go to the castle, princess Cordelia. Your people is waiting for their queen." she heard Queen Innocence say. At first she did not move, staring at Misty's lifeless blue eyes. Slowly she moved her hand to close them, letting out a sigh and finally leaning forward to kiss her for one last time before standing up and walking next to the queen. "She would have been happy to be your wife and queen, Cordelia."

"What's the matter of having a kingdom if there is no one to rule it with?" the girl asked, taking the reins of her horse and letting out a sigh. She would not dare to look how the rain washed the blood away from her lover's body, how the girl's dress dampened quickly and got glued to her body, how the flowers place around them moved with the minuscule rivers the rain was creating around her. Both women mounted their horses, starting to ride them at a slow pace in complete silence. It was then when Cordelia heard her.

"Mom?" a soft whisper said behind them, so faint that they barely heard it. "Delia?" the same voice whispered, louder than before but still too soft. Cordelia stopped her horse, her eyes widening in realization. She turned her face, noticing how Misty's head was tilted to the side and she looked at them with her usual dreamy look. The princess quickly dismounted her stallion under the confused look of the queen. Cordelia ran. She ran through the few trees that separated them from Misty, feeling their branches rip her dress but not caring at all.

"Misty!" she screamed, shedding tears of happiness as she kneeled next to the other and smiled vividly. "Misty, you're alive. My princess, I can't believe it. It worked, Misty, it worked!" she told, ignoring the other's startled expression before leaning forward and giving her the first kiss of her new life. "I love you. I love you so much, my princess. I can't believe I lost you." Misty smiled weakly, letting out a sigh as a tear ran down her skin.

"Please don't leave me here. It was awful, there was darkness everywhere. I was alone, Delia. You were not there. Please, don't leave me here." she begged, starting to cry. She looked like a scared child, like a little girl that had found herself lost in the woods. Soon her cries were sobs, and Cordelia pulled her into a tight embrace. "It's cold in here, and the gators might eat me. Please, Delia. I'm scared. Don't leave me again."

Cordelia smiled. Maybe miracles were possible, maybe it was true that after a storm comes a calm. Maybe life is worth living, and freedom is not just a dream. She leaned forward and kissed Misty in a sweet, gentle, meaningful kiss. "I'll never leave you."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

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