Fleur felt fresh and confident. She had clear idea about what she was up to. She had no fear. She had no aims to settle down.
Fleur made sure left no traces behind nor any clues for her family to follow her. She had no more time.
"I have make the throne mine before he come here and claims. I am very sure grand pa will give it away and avoid the war than remain in the throne and pass it to me," Fleur thought. "I need an army for it, and I do know where to find them. But will this backfire? Will I be able to handle too much power?" She asked herself. "The fusion is no joke. And I am going to wake the unresting soul waiting for vengeance. Could it be a wise decision?" She wondered. Fleur had already reached the restricted island away from heaven and hell. She stood at the destroyed entrance where the walls are ripped apart and the negative energy was too much.
