The Crimson Snow (A Realm of Chaos and Void #1)

Epilogue

Leander, stop hiding her. She belongs to me; she deserves a home.

I will find her, and I will find you.

Retrieved from Illyra Everdawn’s journal.

Seraphine Ashcroft

Seraphine wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but when she opened her eyes, she saw flowers.

Black and red roses cushioned her body, their petals glistening like crimson tears in the dim light. The sky above was a canvas of dark velvet, pierced by a crimson moon that cast a haunting glow over everything. Stars, also tinged red, sparkled like blood droplets suspended in the night.

“I told you that you were making a mistake, Seren,”

a voice she recognized said. She might’ve hated the voice, but she would use him anyway.

“Where am I?”

she asked, her voice wary, looking at Maxwell Everheart’s familiar face as he emerged from the shadows. His eyes, the same shade of crimson as hers, held a glint of amusement. A smile tugged at his lips as he extended his hand toward her.

“Home,”

he said. She remembered the dreams about being told to come back home. I guess I am home for now.

Seraphine smiled sweetly at him, but if she needed to fake it to get what she needed, she would drown in sweetness and naivety.

Taking his hand, she felt an unexpected warmth in his touch. As she stood up, the scent of the roses filled her senses, intoxicating and sweet. Seraphine batted her eyes at Max and pulled him close, whispering purposefully, “Then, let’s have fun, shall we?”

Crimson Memories

“Would you?”

Evren asked her as they played around in the waterfalls.

“Of course, I would,”

Seiren said, laughing, and he had never heard something so beautiful.

“You must like me very much,”

he muttered, watching her enter the waterfalls, a glint in her eyes.

“I do. Even if I am gone, and you are still here, I would rather be born again as a butterfly so I could find a way back to you. Oh, or perhaps a rose so that you can find me.”

Those words filled his heart with so much emotion.

Nearing her, Evren took her face in his hands. “I would gladly find you. I’ll look at every butterfly, every rose, every leaf for you.”

Seiren smiled at him, diving deeper into the waterfalls. “Even if I am a thorned rose?”

He nodded. “Thorned, but I bet you’d be the crimsonest and brightest rose in all the realms. All so that I can find you.”

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