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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 · Fantaisie
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The dark flight

Jäwell remained here in front of this giant creature with a softened heart, he did not know what answer he expected when he asked Clyss if he liked to be closed in this cavern, alone. The prince leaned his head against the dragon and simply asked, "How does it feel?"

Clyss sighed, "For you have crossed the in-between, you know. There is no rest when I close my eyes and no peace when I see the world around me. There are whispers in the shadows and loud voices in my ears. The floor is the sky and the sky's the underground."

"Is it the reason why you stay closed here?" 

"Mother closed me here," Clyss explained with a hint of anger.

Jäwell opened his eyes in surprise, "Zuline? Did she say why?"

Clyss nodded softly, "She said that none of the worlds were ready for me."