If you are reading this then you are indeed lucky or perhaps unfortunate, I am yet to decide. Don’t try to wonder who I am, please don’t, because this story isn’t about me. It’s a story about my world. A world where men were killers and saviors alike, were men aspired to be named kings and kings aspired to be called gods. A world where magic was more a curse and less a blessing.
This world took everything from me. Now all I have left are memories. Memories engraved so deep within my heart that I may never forget, and so I must share my story.
For if you understand my world, maybe, just maybe you would understand my despair.
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GRAY
FantasyShe leaned close to him, her soft breath blowing warmth beneath his hard skin. "Don't wield the power that all men see, they are exposed and short-lived." Her words came out with such seductive vibe, yet held within itself a cold and uncanny intent...
