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The Summoner: Break The Alpha Curse

Thea Ilaria Maven, 20, in her entire life never knew that she had the power of a summoner. Since capturing many oddities in the entire history books about the land of Alras 1122 years ago, when the Xaera Kingdom fell into the hands of barbarians and hunters, Thea has a very high obsession with the fact that everyone may hide about the war referred to as the Battle of Blind Justice. Also, a painting that turns out to have magical powers is predicted to be the place of the alpha's soul; the prince who lost the war was trapped. That day when she visited the art gallery and found a painting that had intrigued her so long ago, she managed to summon the Alpha who was in the painting. The Alpha is a cursed crown prince. He suffered defeat in his war, 1122 years ago. In the painting, each object slowly disappears, the barbarians and the hunters who are the opponents of the Alpha. After returning to the world was completely changed. Unlike the world that The Alpha occupied at that time, he was faced with various kinds of problems. One of them, even if he doesn't like it, must kill Thea; the girl who broke the curse that shackled him thousands of years ago. They thought the war was over. But, unfortunately, it is not completely over yet. The barbarians who were enemies of the Alpha, one by one out of the painting and appeared in front of the Alpha. The barbarians again came to continue the war that was not over yet. They even continued to persist in the war. With Thea by his side, The Alpha dared to continue to fight the barbarians. They have to clean up the mess. The world today is not safe for the whole people of the land of Alras. *** Instagram: @_d_r_o_s_s_ Twitter: @dianross__

DRoss · Fantasy
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Who Are You

During the quake, the barbarians in the prison cell looked at each other meaningfully. No noise or panic. They even shut their eyes as they felt the light breeze caress their faces and bring a familiar scent to each other's sense of smell.

Their brother's scent. The barbarians exchange meaningful smiles at one another when they recognize the scent. The smell grew sharper even when a thin crack appeared beneath their feet.

They know who's coming this time.

The five barbarians sat in a circle in the middle of the room, and one of them, the only red-haired barbarian, drew a picture on the floor with a piece of chalk that had broken in half. The red-haired recounted the fighting conditions 1122 years ago when they invaded the land of Alras.

"I think it was otto," the redhead yelled, pointing at the figure he had drawn on the floor.

Everyone laughed at the redhead's conviction.