It's snowing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Artoria looked up at the sky.

From the moment she was born, she was told that she must inherit the kingdom behind her and protect it with her life.

Because her father had only one daughter, and there was no other choice but her.

But she didn't want to.

Because then she will have to spend her life in another identity that does not belong to her at all.

As a prince, perhaps she will later be forced to marry the daughter of a minister's family, and they will love each other, and then have another child in a way that she does not know.

The child, of course, was not born to her wife, but to her.

Later, their children will ascend to the throne, and the kingdom will be passed down again.

A ridiculous life.

But that's the truth, this country does not allow women to succeed to the throne.

Artoria hopes that the snow will never stop.

When the snow stopped, she was going to learn in all her ways how to be a man, a wonderful prince, and henceforth to get away from her favorite outings, to walk by the river, to wear beautiful dresses, and to look in the mirror at her young and immature delicate body.

None of them.

She will no longer have a man to like, as those stories say, love each other until they grow old.

"I don't want to see you stop. Artoria held her immature face and looked at the snow in a daze.

But the snow will eventually stop, and after a while, someone will come and tell you to go.

Towards a long and uninteresting fate.

In the heart of a teenage girl, I don't know why she has such a thought, as if she has already tried it in her life, and half of it has passed.

Let's go.

She said to herself that instead of being wrapped up in fate, it was better to embrace fate.

But fate is often like this, unpredictable.

Just when she had given up completely and was about to hug it, it said to her, not necessarily.

The moment she stood up, at the end of the heavy snow, something came.

If Artoria had a habit of keeping a diary, then she would definitely write in her diary today, the day of the turning point of fate.

That person is my destiny.

She looked at the horizon in amazement, then amazement, and incredulity.

Because she wasn't sure what she was seeing.

It was a bird, a black bird, and it seemed to be covered in black flames.

It came out of the snow, like the spear that pierced fate.

If Artoria remembers correctly, this bird, as if in legend, was called the Phoenix.

Just, is there a black phoenix?

Whether there was or not, the black phoenix had landed in front of her, with a bleak feeling.

The moment the black phoenix fell, the snow also stopped.

There was a man who walked down from the Dark Phoenix.

This is a young-looking man, he is not very handsome, it can even be said that he is ordinary, thrown in the pile of people, he will definitely not be found.

But Artoria just thinks he's special.

It may also be that the man who walks down from a black phoenix must be very special.

As if he knew Artoria, he walked up to her and smiled at her, "Hello." ”

"Do you know me?" Artoria asked, confused.

It's strange that she wasn't scared and didn't immediately scream and let the guards take this weird man away.

Unexpectedly, she had an inexplicable sense of intimacy with this man in her heart.

Or maybe it's because this man came from the edge of the sky, a place that Artoria will never be able to reach.

So she would feel very envious of this man and want to know what is in the sky.

"What's on the horizon?" she really asked.

"Do you really want to know?" the man asked with a strange smile.

"Would love to know. Artoria nodded vigorously and said, "Because after today, I will never have a chance to know what is in the sky, and even if I could, I would not know." ”

The last sentence is obviously a teenage girl, but she actually carries a kind of sadness of dozens of years old.

"I can tell you what's on the horizon, just say I have one condition. The young man said with a smile.

"What kind of conditions?" Artoria hesitated, "I haven't ascended the throne yet, I have nothing. ”

"No, I don't need those things. The young man shook his head, "I just need you to make a choice." ”

He suddenly stretched out two hands, raised them in front of Artoria, and said, "In each of my hands, there are two pills, you choose one and eat it." ”

"What happens if you eat it?" Artoria suddenly became wary.

"The pill in your left hand, after you eat it, I will tell you what is in the distance, but because of this, you may lose everything you have now. The young man paused for a moment and continued, "The pill in your right hand, after you take it, you will forget about me and today's events, and you will live a good life." ”

"I ......" Artoria had already made her choice, but when she really wanted to decide, she hesitated.

Do you have to sacrifice everything you have now for the sake of the distance?

Losing the identity of the heir of this country made my father sad and put the people of the whole country in crisis.

Can a country be without a king?

"I ......"

"Don't be in a hurry. The young man shook his head kindly, "I can wait, I'll give you three days, and after three days, this time is still here, you come and tell me your choice." ”

Three days later, it was time for her to officially embark on that path.

Was it really the messenger that fate had arranged for her?

"I'm ......" Artoria was about to say something more, only to find that the man, including the dark phoenix, was gone.

She hadn't had time to ask the man's name.

It's like, a dream.

"Your Highness, the snow is getting heavier, it's time to go back. At this time, the guard came to her side at some point and whispered to her.

She looked at the sky blankly for a long time.

If, this is the last time fate will open its eyes to her.

After all these years, how would she feel when she remembered everything that happened today?

Is it regretting that you didn't know what is in the distance?

Or do you regret not letting the man take her with you?

Maybe they can go far away together and ride that dark phoenix.

It's like the story goes.

They live happily together.

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The second more. (To be continued.) )