It was midnight. Another scream.
It was agonising. Everyone in the kingdom could hear it.
And yes, the kingdom was large in size, but the screams were louder.
This happened so many times, it was so frequent.
There were many of the Royals. Most dying and old. Waiting for their time to take another Youngster.
Another mother lost her child. Another father lost his child. Another child gone.
The numbers were decreasing, only a few hundred of the Youngsters left.
The screams lasted an hour, I counted, but it felt like a hundred hours. I just couldn't imagine how long it felt for that child.
There was no sleep to be had tonight.
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Hi guys,
This is a new idea I had and I think this will be pretty fun to write.
Hope you like it!
ESTÁS LEYENDO
True Borns
FantasíaIt is eternal life for the ones who hold power. Dying Royals take up the bodies of the ones who are healthy and young. The ones who can withhold their powers. The Youngsters. In a powerful kingdom, only some can use Black Magic; those are the Royal...
