Bubble
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"Someday, the fate of the continuation of our species. The lifeline of our once great and revered, now dying and fading from this world... The seer says that the fate rests in the hands of eight. Eight cursed children, cursed to live as humans for at least eight hours each day of their life until they escape this dying world.." The elder dragon trailed off, coughing and choking on his own smoke. His eyes telling of his old age and of all the darkness he had seen. "A bloody fate, a darkness that they will face, and hopefully a peace and happiness in a new realm.." He sighed his last after the word, closing his amber eyes. Breathing no more, the fate of eight, now the future of all myths.
