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The Shepherd

Oswald is the last of Meryl's children. Both are to herd their sheep until the next generation takes over. Winter is rude and the harsh temperatures sink into their skin day after day. As the Franco-Spanish war approaches, someone knocks at their door seeking for refuge, who might it be? Hundreds of marks ornate his body, he's charming, good looking and probably rich. The small herd won't suffice for the family's survival, Meryl will soon give birth and the workload may worsen their already terrible situation. Why shouldn't the poor farmers take advantage of him? Problems will rain down the sky as the raging snowstorm surrounding the valley dissimulates a beast lurking nearby.

Mayline · Fantasia
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259 Chs

Remote existences

At least, he was told how important the church was to the country. In a remote state in the neighbouring country, the Vatican or something like that, people living in it had mountains of gold and power at their hands thanks to their faithful community.

They had an army too, with special soldiers. Priests, templars, abbots, paladins, bishops all bearers of the godly message. A sword in their hands and an armor that wouldn't let sunlight touch their eyes, they were considered monsters among men because of the lack of human features displayed.

Alas, unless it was a holy war, none of the special soldiers ventured past their territory. The conflict between Spain and France started because of a quarrel, the only ones involved were the nobles, and the countries' army.

"Interesting." Said Oswald. He was impatient to meet other monsters freely roaming like he was. Still, he wondered. 'How different will they be from me?'