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The Lonely Prince stared up at a starless sky, hands clasped over one another, their body hidden by frayed fabric and moth-eaten darkness.
“A question of both, or perhaps neither,” he whispered, a shake to his voice. Almost unnoticeable. “The prophecy states otherwise, however.”
He lowered his hood and took off his hat, clutching it tight with spindly claws. Horns of the palest pink curled backwards, like a promise of hellish devilment. A promise to stray far from what has been written.
“No one gets to choose who they are in this world.” The prince’s voice cracked at the word “choose”. “That is glaringly true.”
Memories floated through his mind of mean girls with hearts of gold, puppets with wills of their own, puppeteers controlled by a narrative beyond what they could ever possibly choose.
“A strength, a hope. It falls away from what has been written, does it not?” he asked the darkness. “The pure of heart are never quite pure, and those who have found what they seek are the most lost in this world. The ones who bend to the will of light are the ones who wander the farthest from its path.”
He took a deep breath that trembled his body, spilling the tears from his eyes.
“Angel, I am very sorry,” he took off his glasses, fighting to hold onto his composure as the fur on his face dampened. “But I do wonder, I wonder so very much, despite it all, despite the prophecy. Could I truly be more than the Lonely Prince of Darkness?”
“Could I truly be more than Ralsei?”