(This story is the sequel of "Wait...the princesses are my mates ?!" if you don't want to be lost, I suggest that you watch the first story :) )
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It has been 10 years since Y/n L/n died by the hand...
It's officially time to start this story! I will be honest, I don't know if I will be able to make the sequel as interesting as the first story but I will do my best!
Well enough talk, let's dive into this story 😀
This...is the start of "Wait...Where is my home?" --------------------------------------------------------- In a misty forest somewhere in Europe:
(3rd POV)
A man could be seen running, he was bleeding, one of his wrists had a huge bruise and was swelled, and he had a lot of slash marks on his body. The man was breathing heavily, he was trying to escape someone...or something, The sounds of horse hooves could be heard from behind him in the mist but he didn't dare turn around. After running for a moment, he stopped behind a tree to catch his breath, he then heard voices and horses stopping near him.
???: tch what an annoying little pest!
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(She has two katanas ⬆)
???2 : *laugh* hahaha why are you angry it's better when they run since we can chase them
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(Her armor ⬆)
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(Her helmet ⬆)
???3: stop acting like children *sigh* I swear something I feel like I'm babysitting two toddlers
