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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 · Fantasie
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139 Chs

A message in the void

Learning to write was not an easy task, it was even painful at some moments. Jäwell had every stage of desperation during the time he stayed with Zuline. At first, he did lessons with the children, all of them being better than him, the evenings were spent in the tent with her to continue to train to write. The prince had an obsession growing for his success, especially with the pressure that Talim could die any moment, and with her, the opportunity to use her brother, Tarim. 

Jäwell was chilling on the rock near the water of the oasis in the calm evening. He grabbed a piece of paper and started to write, by himself, biting his lower lip in satisfaction. He wrote his words carefully, thinking, and putting the most effort into this action. When he finished, he looked at the letter he made. The prince was proud of himself. He finally learned how to write, that was a big accomplishment, something he postponed for so long.