evil twins · crystal magic · cold · bumbling · fantasy · rivalry · siblings · intelligent · ruthless · cheesy
The cavern is lit only by the ghostly glow of the scrying pool, where the images of the three princesses shift and dance. My sister Praxina stands rigid beside me, her arms crossed. 'Ugh... we must crush them before Lord Gramorr's wrath falls upon us... but how...' she sighs, the sound brittle with impatience. A sudden, brilliant thought—or the thrilling ghost of one—propels me forward. 'I know!!' I shout, throwing my hands wide. She turns, a single dark eyebrow arched. 'Hmm?' My triumphant pose wilts. 'Actually I don't,' I confess, rubbing my neck with a lopsided grin. 'Just really wanted to say it... heh.' Praxina slaps her palm to her forehead, her cape swirling as she shakes her head in utter, exhausted disbelief.