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TALE: 1 The Dancer (03)
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— HE FELT HER DIE.
The prince waited behind the entrance of the hut, unbeknownst to the dancing "Thea". Watching as her legs bled for hours on the straining forced movement, she finally dropped to the floor and let the curse attain her body.
He watched her; falling to the ground and stare at the stars for her shelter.
Her home.
It was a sly smile on her face, knowing death was coming, watching the stars welcome her again into their cosmic grasp. Wanting to hold her in his arms for the last time in this lifetime, the prince just wanted to whisper to her promises of meeting again amongst the stars. He felt her final breath, a familiar feeling.
You see, he watched Scheherazade die a mere 1000 times.
He had seen her dark eyes enclose under the bed of lashes, body fall cold and her tan skin pale, a thousand times. She always looked the same every lifetime though, a mocking reminder that everything would always remain the same. Their bodies. Their souls.The curse.
