(title not yet decided)
PROLOGUE
She sunk to the floor, her silk dress skirts crumpling around her, spilling out into a silver-blue pool, some strands of her black hair sticking to her face as the tears slithered down it. Her fan slid from her limp,  clammy hand, clattering to the floor. Her hands trembled, and the lace around her cuffs did also, as if they had a heart, as if they were afraid of death as she was. To much had been done, to much had been said, to much had been sacrificed. There was nothing anyone- anyone but him- could do. The dagger sat on the silver pillow, waiting for her to- no.she couldn't, wouldn't let them make her take herself. "Come out!" She screamed it so hysterically, she scared herself. "Come out and take me, I won't do it!" Nothing. Silence. The blast, the unbelievable flash of pain was so sudden she screamed, but soon choked on the pain. Suddenly, a voice hissed in her ear, "Tulay a visa." She felt herself falling, and when she sank to the marble floor, she became aware she was gasping. Gripping at the center of the pain, she pulled the dagger from her stomach. She heard the clatter of metal against marble, heard her breathing grow shallow, and heard the sound of blood dripping to the ground. Dying in agony, she thought. I go the same way as I sent them. Quickly now, the dripping noise was fading with the light, and the last thig echoed as she faded, the words she had spoken to Kenlas all those years ago. Tulay a visa. DIE FOR HATE...
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