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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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The last moments of joy

It has been a declaration of war. As Jäwell said loudly of his intentions, the leaders remained silent. Suddenly, the recent events were ringing a bell in their mind. Sitting around the table, the demoness stood up angrily, and then, she agreed.

"We will kill every one of them who dares to land on our territory again."

The undead added, "This is our home, the one we built together, for us!"

Zuline remained silent in a corner of the inn, she was observing from afar with a curious look at this new prince and his ideas. She was intrigued to where he would lead the people but she couldn't hide a certain worriedness about him. 

Jäwell opened a new bottle of rum that Robin brought him during his speech.

"Now tell me. Will you move and help me to make this world stable or will you wait to see your people being massacred without doing anything?", he asked while drinking directly from the bottle.