Prologue

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Blood.That's all I could see.Panic.Pain.War.


That was all I felt.

That Sword, still bathed in blood, when the body of the priestess lay on the ground and the sorceress on the other.That Sword, might have been our salvation, but it, now, was our condemnation. Once, someone calls the Red Sword a cursed object, but I tell you with all the certainty in the world: there is no other use for it. It is cursed.Feared by all, and smart and unique, the Red Sword decides in whom it will dwell, it needs someone firm, strong, brave, who is not afraid of anything. The Red Sword will be the arrow that will hit the target of two young hearts, and its death sentence will multiply, but it will no longer be just death.


It will be .... Love!

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