The screams echoed through the halls again.
Not even the soft humming of her favourite lullaby could drown it out.
They sounded different this time, no longer sounds of victory, rather fear.
The screams rose again, a cacophony of screeching death that did not discriminate.
That day, Aesira learned a valuable lesson.
The world did not end in a bang or a whisper, rather screams of the dying that pleaded to be saved.
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A/N
Welcome if you're reading this. I really hope you enjoy my book. If you don't, then that's cool too. Everyone has their own tastes. A couple of things before you begin.
In this book here will be a lot - and I mean a lot - of blood and gore, mature language and possibly some triggering things like rape, self harm and eating disorders.
Please, if you are easily triggered by this STAY AWAY. I do not want to cause anyone discomfort.
Also, I'm currently in the process of changing the Emperor's title. When I first started publishing this, his title was the Tsar of Cardovia, however when I developed it further, I realised that the title of Emperor fit more with the story.
If you see the word Tsar, please self-correct it to be the word Emperor. Eventually, when I go back and edit it, I will make sure that it is all correct.
I think that has covered everything, so without further ado, enjoy!
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The Gathering of the Hunt
Fantasy"No," she whispered. "No." The silence that followed was all consuming, the steady trickle of blood from the cooling corpse that lay on the floor echoing loudly through the cave. Their words echoed through he head; do not forget us, child of the as...
