The eastern horizon burned.
Even from miles away, thick black smoke climbed into the sky.
The wind carried the smell before anyone moved.
Burning wood.
Burning crops.
Blood.
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The messenger collapsed to one knee.
"They've already reached the first village..."
His voice shook.
"...there are children..."
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No one answered.
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The kingdom's entire strategy had collapsed in a single report.
The army gathered to destroy one girl.
While thousands of innocent people were now dying elsewhere.
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The commanders looked toward one another.
Waiting.
No one wanted to make the first decision.
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Then Elsa began walking.
Not toward the forest.
Not toward safety.
Toward the burning villages.
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"Elsa."
Jack called after her.
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She stopped.
Didn't turn around.
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"If you go..."
He hesitated.
"...they may still try to kill you."
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"I know."
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"They may never thank you."
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"I know."
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"They may still call you a monster."
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Elsa smiled faintly.
"...I know."
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She finally turned.
Her golden eyes were calm.
The same calm Edward carried whenever someone needed help.
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"My father never helped people because they deserved it."
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Silence.
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"He helped them because they needed it."
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Jack closed his eyes.
Edward...
You stubborn fool.
Even after death...
You're still teaching us.
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Rowan laughed softly.
"You really did raise her well."
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The spear warrior nodded.
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"No."
His voice was quiet.
"...He raised someone better than all of us."
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The commanders heard every word.
None of them could argue.
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Elsa continued walking.
One step.
Then another.
Toward the battlefield.
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A young knight suddenly ran after her.
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"Wait!"
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Elsa stopped.
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The knight removed his helmet.
He couldn't have been older than nineteen.
Fear was written all over his face.
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"...Can..."
He swallowed.
"...Can I come with you?"
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The surrounding soldiers stared.
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The young knight looked embarrassed.
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"I joined to protect people."
His hands trembled.
"...Not to watch them die."
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For several seconds—
No one moved.
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Then another soldier stepped forward.
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"So did I."
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Then another.
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"And me."
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The line slowly began to grow.
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Five.
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Ten.
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Twenty.
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Jack watched in stunned silence.
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The commanders shouted.
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"Return to formation!"
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No one moved.
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Because for the first time...
They weren't following orders.
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They were following their conscience.
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Elsa looked at them.
Confused.
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"...Why?"
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The young knight smiled awkwardly.
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"My father always said..."
He scratched the back of his head.
"...heroes run toward people crying for help."
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Elsa froze.
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Edward used to say exactly that.
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Not because he had heard it somewhere.
Because he believed it.
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Her chest tightened.
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Without realizing it—
Edward had left pieces of himself in other people too.
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She smiled.
A real smile.
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"Then..."
She bowed her head slightly.
"...let's save them."
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The soldiers smiled.
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Together—
They ran east.
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Behind them—
Nearly half the army broke formation.
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The commanders shouted until their voices became hoarse.
Threatened execution.
Stripped ranks.
Promised punishment.
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No one listened.
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Because somewhere between fear...
And witnessing one girl willing to save the very people hunting her...
Something inside them had changed.
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Far away—
The beast horde reached the second village.
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Children screamed.
Parents gathered farming tools instead of weapons.
Houses collapsed beneath enormous claws.
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An elderly woman wrapped herself around two frightened grandchildren.
Knowing...
She couldn't protect them.
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A gigantic black beast lifted one massive paw.
Ready to crush them.
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Then—
A golden flame crossed the sky.
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The beast's arm disappeared.
Not cut.
Not burned.
Simply erased by overwhelming heat.
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The explosion shook the entire village.
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Every survivor looked upward.
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A lone figure landed between them and the horde.
Black hoodie.
Small horn barely visible beneath it.
Golden eyes.
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Elsa.
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The beasts roared.
Hundreds answered.
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She slowly looked back at the terrified villagers.
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"...Please."
Her voice remained gentle.
"...Stay behind me."
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The elderly woman stared at her horn.
At her eyes.
At the flames dancing around her body.
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"...You're..."
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Elsa smiled sadly.
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"I know."
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Then she turned toward the endless horde.
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For the first time...
She chose not to fight for herself.
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She fought exactly as Edward had once dreamed.
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To stand between fear...
And the people behind her.
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Even if those people feared her.