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Paragon of Death

Life from birth has been nothing but hell. I lost my parents to some stupid aristocrats whom they offended. Executed for no good reason. My relatives abandoned me and pushed me aside. They feared for their lives and left me and my sister to starve and wander the streets alone! No, this is worse than hell! I watched my sister die of starvation. Her lips were dry and her feet bloody. Her nails were broken and her fingers riddled with cuts. She struggled in my hands and after a few seconds of struggle she passed away. She seemed joyful in death so I prayed mine will come just as swift and merciful as hers. So I stayed in the alleyway, alone with her rotten corpse awaiting my fate for God knows how long. I could see it already. The darkness encroaching from all sides Everyone said death is scary but I say it's the end! Who needs life after death? What is the need for reincarnation? Who would want to return to this crazy world? "It's not yet time for you to go... You have one more task to accomplish as my host" A voice called out to me. I could barely see or speak but how can I miss such a beautiful face? It was an extremely handsome man who gazed at me with tender eyes. "Haven't I suffered enough? Can't I just rest?" I cried out. Why would I want to stay back in such a cruel world? "Don't you want to avenge the death of your parents? Don't you want to become something greater? I can make that happen!" The beautiful man said with an alluring voice. "You... Who are you?" I asked with an anxious heart. My parents always said God is the only one who cares about me! Maybe in my final hours, he has come to save me. "Call me Death..."

3_Sins_Studios · Fantasie
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Chapter 208: Blink healed

…. Aldian borders….

Atop one of the four great mountains that surround the Elven kingdom stood the Elven queen with members of her Elven court present. Her cold gaze was pinned on the incoming dark army, led by the lady whom she once called daughter and who once called her mother.

"She really came! What do they plan to do by attacking the four kingdoms at a time like this?" Isabella of the Elven court asked with a confused look on her face.

She had known Elsa since the day she was born and she knew she wouldn't attack the elf race unless attacked.

Elsa has always been a docile and timid girl whose hatred for violence overshadows her hatred for any other thing. She may look young but she has lived for at least fifty years.