A week later, one of her professors died. A heart attack, they said. Quick. Peaceful.
That was when she saw him again.
Same coat. Same silence. Same eyes like frozen glass.
And something in her whispered: He was there before it happened.
She should have walked away then. She should've listened to the smarter, safer part of her.
But it had been a long time since she had felt anything that wasn't grey.
And he was the only thing she'd seen in months that didn't feel real.
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So this fanfic only takes the original trilogy as canon. My take on what happened to inspire the song The Hanging Tree.
Or at least, that's what they thought when they brought the elemental priestess to the vampire lord's altar, but the hero of the story once again comes in and starts attacking, fire and ice fly everywhere, and when the dust settles, the eight girls gathered are the only ones left standing, but the ritual can't be stopped, and the whole of the underworld starts breaking apart.