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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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Simple things that make great memories

Zuline had his hands in hers, she was holding him with tenderness. Her fingers intertwined in his pressing gently to show him her support. Jäwell's eyes were lost in hers, about to say something deep when the noise of the hooves on the sand and the heavy breath of the horses and bulls attracted the attention of Jäwell and Zuline. They quickly gathered themselves, Zuline pulled Jäwell's shirt to tidy up before others arrived and avoided questions. He looked at her with an amused smile, he couldn't contain himself and had to comment on what she was doing, "You act like the wife I never had."

Zuline turned her eyes to him with a dark look, "Don't add to it, please."

Jäwell raised his hands in a move to surrender, biting his bottom lip to avoid laughing too loudly. By the time the rest of the group arrived led by Hurak, Zuline, and Jäwell had a respectable distance between them but while she had proper behavior, Jäwell was playing with her nerves.