The wind felt cold and repulsive. Grey clouds loomed in the sky, and every warrior could feel it, especially the elves: blood was in the air.
The elf princeling took in the aroma of copper; it wasn't the blood he was used to. It wasn't the blood of any creature he'd hunted, or any damned beast from the Underworlds.
This blood was human. And this blood smelled of fear.
Humans have never walked these lands.
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No FicciónI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
