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Wolf Bloodline

King Einar, the astonishing king of the great and only continent, one day decided to choose a new heir to his kingdom from among his five most precious sons. By giving each of them different duties, King Einar did something unchangeable and unimaginable that day. He gave them an order and not only a task or a quest to accomplish, but he also wanted his sons to accomplish their duty with maturity, with honor, and with pride. But nothing, he wanted to do went in order, just because of his son. The eldest and most powerful brother, "Yores", opposed this situation. He decided that it would be better, if the King gave them a second chance. But everything was chosen, and he found himself another solution to conquer his biggest rival. Lost, against anything that he wanted to win. So he made a deal with the most powerful lineage, "The Apocalypse Lineage," to take the throne. And by obtaining power, he started a rebellion. After Yores took the throne, he ruled the people in such a manner for years, damaged many relationships and made himself the evilest person to ever be seen. But even his reign, came to an end. A wolf descendant, one of the strongest lineage's people, challenged Yores. Jiro, the strongest person among bloodlines. He was so brave, so strong, and so dauntless. He was someone who changed many things. The Battle of Jiro and Yores continued for three days exactly, and their battle, being heard all over the continent, changed the entire world. But the real story to be told was only beginning....

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Until The Tournament

Our path was clear now, but the soldiers behind us seemed relentless in their pursuit. Despite the distance between us, it wouldn't take them long to catch up at this speed. We had to get out of town without attracting attention. When we all regrouped, Lezlie had an idea.

"We could use that carriage," she said excitedly, pointing at a nearby carriage.

The haystacks in the back of the carriage indicated that her plan made sense. Lezlie wasn't suggesting we drive the carriage and flee; instead, she proposed we hide in it and leave town unnoticed. Time was of the essence, so we quickly climbed into the huge haystacks in the back of the carriage. Fortunately, the driver was fast asleep on his seat.

As we settled into our hiding spots among the hay, my hand accidentally jostled the driver awake. He started driving the carriage immediately, clearly having dozed off during his delivery. The horses picked up speed and soon we were out of town.