Carnation
Florian Society Member
In another world, there lives a kingdom where it survives countless years of fighting a strange mysterious enemy made from bone, shadows, and properties made from dark magic. A prophecy was proclaimed that one day heroes will emerge from the darkness and bring forth the light.
Years have passed and fighting continued. Nature was changing and its seasons all screwy. Most of the people lost hope as each day brought new and more casualties until that fateful day when the capital's shield was destroyed and the darkness came flooding in. Some people were able to escape while others were caught in the flood of teeth and claws. As the king rested on his throne, he sat defeated, crippled, exhausted, and tired. The doors were blown open as the raging purple/ black colored storm clouds converged into one. "Where are they....." The chilling voice moved through the empty and destroyed court. The king had enough energy to raise his good eye. "Agonis."
Years have passed and fighting continued. Nature was changing and its seasons all screwy. Most of the people lost hope as each day brought new and more casualties until that fateful day when the capital's shield was destroyed and the darkness came flooding in. Some people were able to escape while others were caught in the flood of teeth and claws. As the king rested on his throne, he sat defeated, crippled, exhausted, and tired. The doors were blown open as the raging purple/ black colored storm clouds converged into one. "Where are they....." The chilling voice moved through the empty and destroyed court. The king had enough energy to raise his good eye. "Agonis."
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