I never thought silence could scream. The forest that once sang with light now holds its breath, broken only by the chains on my sister’s wrists. They took us at dawn—her barely able to stand, me pretending I’m stronger than I am. The Dark Prince didn’t conquer our realm with war. He waited for it to weaken, then plucked us like fruit from a dying tree. Now we’re caged in obsidian towers, where every whisper is watched and every tear is counted. But he doesn’t know what I’ve begun to feel beneath the fear—a spark. And if fire can be born in darkness… maybe even broken things can burn.