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The Prince of the Ombrae

In the Ombrae, people are whispering: "The King will never return," and the panic rose as the sky was menacing to send their soldiers to ravage the monstrosities living here. Banshees, zombies, vampires, and so many others were ready to leave the world they loved, to return to Earth and hide. When another rumor spread: "The Prince is coming", and in the heart of the damned, for the first time in a very long time, there was hope again. For those who have fallen in disgrace, those who want to be forgotten. It feels so cold in Ombrae. Where are our brothers and sisters, where are our children? It is so calm in Ombrae. Listening to the call of our King and then his son, the Prince, in the darkness we rise. It is so warm in Ombrae.

Dragoslawa · Fantasy
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139 Chs

As long as I live

Zuline enjoyed being with her clan as much as she could. Jäwell came back after a while and put a smile on his face like nothing happened. The two avoided each other and one of the Jessadians saw it. 

"Are you okay, Zuline?" He asked, intrigued by the turn of events. 

She grabbed his arm softly and nodded, "Yes, but I need to speak with you all. Gather the others."

The man was even more concerned, he obeyed and brought together the Jessadians around a table to listen to what she had to announce.

"I will leave in exile when the main clan comes back."

She said this brutally, she didn't sugarcoat the situation and has been straight to the point. They all dropped their jaws in utter shock.

"What did you say? Exile? But why?!"

 Zuline took a deep breath, "It is Archanium condition, he takes me responsible for our kin involvement and he agreed with Zarkhaïm that only I would be punished. You will be all safe this way."