FATAL BONDS
Destiny carved in blood.
Oh, boy of those
dark, lonely streets,
who wakes up to dust instead of sunrises.
Who cries crimson
and wears bruises
too dark for anyone to see.
He unsheathes the shadows
instead of a sword.
He bears his sins
like a shield,
as he dances with destiny and doom.
They are the same, they are one.
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Fatal Bonds
FantasyHopelessly, a young boy wanders through the desolate streets of Eldorium's slums, belonging to nowhere but the dust. He has no recollection of anything - only that he finds himself drawing closer to the preeminent palace each day. Eldorium is a king...
