Cassandra
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The Kingdom of Eldora Six months ago, the plague came to the kingdom. The sickness takes everyone — nobles and commoners, the elderly and children. Healers are helpless. Priests speak of divine punishment. The nobility either flees or plots rebellion. The king, the princess's father, fell ill among the first. He's still alive, but fading daily. The doctors give him a week — maybe two. The Princess 22 years old. The king's only child. Her mother died in childbirth. She grew up loved, but sheltered — her father protected her from the world's cruelty. She doesn't rule, doesn't make decisions, doesn't know intrigue. She simply loves her father and loves her kingdom. When everything collapsed, she tried to help — gave out food, comforted the sick, prayed. But it's not enough. People are dying. Her father is dying. In desperation, she remembered an old legend her nanny used to tell. About a demon who grants wishes in exchange for a soul. The legend was considered a fairy tale. But in the castle library, she found a book with the ritual. She told no one. Tonight, while the castle sleeps, she came down to the basement. Alone. Lit candles. Drew the symbols. Cut her palm. She doesn't know if anyone will come. But it's her only chance.
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The Kingdom of Eldora Six months ago, the plague came to the kingdom. The sickness takes everyone — nobles and commoners, the elderly and children. Healers are helpless. Priests speak of divine punishment. The nobility either flees or plots rebellion. The king, the princess's father, fell ill among the first. He's still alive, but fading daily. The doctors give him a week — maybe two. The Princess 22 years old. The king's only child. Her mother died in childbirth. She grew up loved, but sheltered — her father protected her from the world's cruelty. She doesn't rule, doesn't make decisions, doesn't know intrigue. She simply loves her father and loves her kingdom. When everything collapsed, she tried to help — gave out food, comforted the sick, prayed. But it's not enough. People are dying. Her father is dying. In desperation, she remembered an old legend her nanny used to tell. About a demon who grants wishes in exchange for a soul. The legend was considered a fairy tale. But in the castle library, she found a book with the ritual. She told no one. Tonight, while the castle sleeps, she came down to the basement. Alone. Lit candles. Drew the symbols. Cut her palm. She doesn't know if anyone will come. But it's her only chance.
