Blood and fire rained from the sky
While on the ground the bodies of the dead and dying
Were used as cover and camouflage for those still fighting
When Cinders arrived
She knew from the colour of her ring that her love was near
Joining up with the last of Snow's troops,
Later remembered as the Noble Twenty Three
A lie, but a pretty one
They descended into the Undercity, to seek the throne room of the king
What they found were the Three Little Pigs
The battle was brief
With rebels falling like chaff before their black iron foes
And then Snow saw Rose
Still in the glass lifepod she'd been in for thirty years
And shattered it with a single shot
Rose opened her eyes and her first sight in thirty years
Was her sister falling lifeless to the floor
With a bullet in her heart
Nothing could contain Rose's rage
As she snapped, shattered and broke the Three Little Pigs
Leaving them nothing but empty, hollowed out husks
And then she saw Cinders
For one beautiful moment, they embraced
And then King Cole shot Rose in the back
As she watched the life drain out of her love
Cinders' eyes narrowed, her fist clenched
And her now-scarlet ring plunged into
The desiccated black heart of the king
There was an almighty crash as his ivory throne split down the centre
And then, silence
A long, bitter silence
Broken only by the weeping of Cinders, sobbing over her lost love