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Marcy ran down the dimly lit castle, music box clutched under her arm. It was finally time to go through with the plan. She nearly ran into the door that loomed over her. Andrias’ throne room. Once the box got to him, everything would work out. But yet, she hesitated. ‘No, Marcy. You can’t back down now. Not after all this.’ Images of Anne’s heartbroken face flickered in her mind. She pushed the thoughts away, there was no time for feelings. As she was about to push open the door, she heard a familiar voice.
“Marcy!” Anne stood behind the girl, sword clutched in her hand. Her heart was racing, her breath unsteady.
Marcy stopped in her tracks at Anne’s voice. She didn’t dare look back. She knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it.
“Marcy, don’t make me do this. Please. This isn’t who you are. I can’t lose another friend,” Anne’s voice was shaky and desperate. Each word stabbed Marcy in the heart.
“Anne, you don’t understand! I- I’m- I’ll explain later, I just need you to trust me with this.”
“Then look me in the eyes! Turn around. Look at me and tell me what is going on!” Anne cried.
Marcy stood still. “I’m just doing what has to be done. Look, I don’t like it either but-”
“Then why are you doing this? Whatever it is, I don’t think it’s worth possibly harming anyone. Please Mar-Mar. I- I love you so much. Andrias is manipulating you, putting things in your head. You don’t need to do this.”
The words buzzed in Marcy’s mind. She slowly turned around to meet Anne’s pleading eyes. “Anne, I love you too. And I don’t want to go through with this. I really don’t, but it’s the most logical option. Please tell me you understand.”
“Marcy, listen to your heart just this once. Not every decision can be made by analyzing the data of the situation. What do you really want?”
Marcy’s eyes met Anne’s, and she could have sworn they were glowing a shade of blue. “Anne, I want…”, she squeezed her eyes tightly and pressed a kiss to Anne’s forehead. “I want you. But-” her voice faltered as her eyes looked back at the box.
“But what?”
Marcy’s shoulders shook as she let out a few choked sobs. Anne came rushing toward her, but Marcy swatted her away. She walked towards the door, and looked back with a teary expression.
“I’m sorry Anne. I really am.” Before Anne knew it, the door shut with a loud thud in front of her. She tugged on the knob, but it was a useless attempt. Of course Marcy had locked the door. She slumped down onto the cold tile, her back to the door. She watched as green light flickered from underneath the door. A loud roar shook the floor as numbness overcame her.