A shadow runs through a forest, passing Centaur tribes, fairy circles, and all manner of creatures and landmarks we would never be able to see. The shadow is quick and agile, running from a band of minotaurs who seem to have a mission to eradicate that shadow from existence. The shadow is able to duck into a sacred cave and perform a ritual to escape the world that has come into ruin. The portal opens before him as the shadow looks back at the world he had come to love, the world he was born, raised, promised a throne and an honorable cause to protect and serve his people. He whispers a final goodbye before going into the rift between worlds and leaving his behind until the day comes he can bring it from ruin and into beauty again. The portal burns his cloak away and he finds himself into a different cave. Similar to the one he went through, but darker, the air was heavier and seemed sour. He walks towards what seems to be a cluster of fireflies, though coming closer, he finds that they don't move around or burn the surrounding woodlands as the flaming insects did in his world. He finds a village, but it looks so strange. Why is the stone red? What's making the lights inside the huts and cottages?
"Where am I?"
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The Drakon Prince
FantasiaDrake Goldblood. Constantly being hunted. He's the last of his royal linage. A prince of a ruined kingdom. An heir to a broken throne. A king without a kingdom. A broken man with very little power in a world where he wished to escape from his damage...
