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Only from ash can a phoenix rise.
In a world on fire, Thea Leros is burning. Six years ago the Kingdom of Valyria fell to the German Reich, forcing her to seek refuge across waters and lands unknown. Every breath since has held one purpose; home. Complicated by bloodshed, truths sealed deep within, and a hellbent Sergeant, her strength resides in faith that the will of the tides may guide her back to a life hardly remembered.
Lost in her mind and a past untold, in war secrets slip through hands like sand. But what the sea knows, it always tells. And when The Cradle calls for her return, she must answer - at any cost.
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In the blink of an eye, three weeks has become one year. Despite the everlasting sorrow, Bangtan Sonyeondan has found their individual ways to move on, defying devastation, and working together towards tomorrow.
Jungkook was dead. And only a miracle could bring him back to life.
Tangled back up in the everyday hardships of idol life, even more complicated than before, they had almost forgotten that miracles came when least expected.
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- Part 2 of to what was ours
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It's been three weeks since Bangtan Sonyeondan's Golden Maknae was involved in a fatal car accident after attempting to drive home during a heavy storm.
Devastated, the group is given the task of writing letters every day to the youngest, in an attempt to work through their intense grief and find an equalizer as their dynamic shifts.
Scratching down sorrow-filled recounts of a notably hard day, reminiscing on better years, and pondering the everlasting 'what if's?' the band discovers how to write goodbye, with letters that will never be seen.
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- Part 1 of to what was ours
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The color of grief varies.
For some, it’s red, hot, vengeful, anger. For others, it’s black, a solid nothingness. But when those feelings settle, it’s always a deep, navy, blue. Water you dive into, to reach for the bottom, to struggle, to maybe drown. A wave that crashes until it’s terraformed the mind to accustom to the harsh tides.
Perhaps that was the color of the sky on November 10th, 2020, when Jeon Jungkook took his last breath, when the world stopped breathing, when the last great dynasty crumbled. Perhaps it has never brightened since. Perhaps that dusty, gold encrusted blue, has bled past the emotion of grief into everything else. Into the inhale and exhales of every breath.
Bangtan doesn’t know any better than blue. From the bottom, there is the deepest, nearly black, shade that colored in that fateful night. A few rows up and it’s that navy, manageable but residing in the back of their minds like a childhood book with their fingerprints all over the pages. And there’s miracles, the brightest tint, so close that it’s almost white.
But never that pure. There’s a price for everything. For the faintest taste of peace, sometimes, it’s sanity.
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