Sunny watched as Draco turned and ran away, a flash of something unreadable on his face.
"What was that?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion.
"I don't know," Draco sighed, a tired wave of his hand causing their surroundings to ripple and distort.
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The two reappeared in a new reality, standing before the grand, imposing facade of a castle. The air was heavy with a palpable sense of despair. The courtyard was a sea of people, their faces pale and drawn, their expressions a mixture of sadness, shock, and disbelief. They stood, a silent congregation, staring at the motionless forms of the King and Queen, their bodies lying still and lifeless.
Standing before the bodies was Vancouver, his once pristine armor now stained with blood, his entire frame trembling with a profound, consuming sorrow.
BAM!
