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In a world where all the myths and legends are true and the blood you are born with determines whether you will oppress, or 𝘣𝘦 oppressed, a group of boys from opposing bloodlines come together in an unlikely alliance, only to find themselve...
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𝒯he moment his fingers had touched the cold, hard metal, he found himself tumbling into another vision, this one even deeper and further away from his original consciousness.
He had no idea where he was or what space in time, but judging from the land around him—wildly overgrown and weather so out of control... He assumed he was somewhere even further into the future, where Mother Nature was furious, and punishing those left for its treatment.
It was snowing tortuously, with winds howling unlike anything he had ever seen in his life lived in the snow. It was dark and overcast, and there was not a sign of life anywhere.
After all, what could survive such hazardous, unrelenting terrain?
The winds didn't touch him though—just a projection of his self. He walked effortlessly upon the top of the snow, feeling not a drop of the earth's magic entering his body and soul. It was unnerving, and worrisome. How long had he been in the visions for? Was there enough magic pouring into his soul in his time, to keep him alive and well?
Suddenly, he was distracted by something in the distance, faint, but there.
A light.
Squinting through the darkness of the wild blizzard, he strained his eyes to see as he walked towards the faint orange haze...
And it wasn't long until he discovered that the faint light in the distance, was in fact a home, somehow still standing through the hurricane force winds.
Approaching the cottage, he went to put his hand on the door handle to open it—...
— And went straight through the timber.
Coming crashing into the dwelling, he found himself in soft candlelight, surrounded by furniture that had to be of Elvish design. But before he could ponder too much, suddenly, there was a gasp from another room, followed by a sniff, and something clattering to the floor.
'Hello?' he called, before he realised; he wasn't there.
And so cautiously padding towards the doorway, he held his breath as he poked his head around the corner...
'Yüń-åh...' came a whisper, surprisingly not only spoken in his mother tongue, but also the word he himself had said time and time again in his own life...
Peeking inside, he was met with an Elf unlike he'd ever seen before, sitting on something that must have been a bed or a nest or something to come home to rest upon. His skin was almost metallic with glitters and metals, his hair was long and white, and it was embedded with striking green leaves growing up each strand.
