Echoes of a Broken Crown

until that one fateful day that wil

ough her body, the harsh wind billowing her hair, and heavy raindrops obscuring her visio

't be ha

he king f

nd the oth

s on its way through her senses. She looks back. Her feet unable to stop. Desperate for her pr

fe

won't let herself, not until she could finally make sure to get through this until dawn. If it weren't for her knowledge of the landscape of the

r willpower. However, she already reached her limit. She could not hold herself up for any longer. Asteria came to a h

g and cowering with fear, seeking for a temporary solace from her nightmare. She catches her breath, calming the erratic beat o

If she had been blessed to have one other than her quirk, she would have used it well against

er to show entrails of their body that could pr

ng caught someone of their own and

rself but feel betrayed. On the other hand, she couldn't blame if that person did.

ere would be no guarantee that the king would leave her unscathed. It's a mistake she had ov

had confessed, but the secret that witches had sworn to protect until death. Her heart starts beating in an

d is the very reason that the witches had been able to hide themselves for years, and had learn to blend in with the mages

, hiding from the king, the possibility that he knew the

It only sinked in to her that her body was just barely covered with her undergarments.

Au

t the thought of her aunt's life been put up in danger or worse, had already been killed. Overwhelmed with t

s that had always shrugged off, fate migh