He's the 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 knight.
She's the 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.
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BOOK 1 | CELESTIAL FLAMES SAGA
⚜️ PLOT ⚜️
Tormented by his curse, 𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐑, a Changeling raised among the Unseelie Fairies, hunts Demons. The world he lives in, Draiganteor, is populated by al...
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WITHOUT VORAX TOchase, I have the chance to admire the majesty and grandeur of the royal castle. There they are waiting for me:my friends, whose faces light up at my arrival, are still the same. Blair and Ainnir, now twenty-six years old, shared the rest of their training with me. Moyna, a year older, finished her training before us, but she never broke contact, writing to us regularly through letters.
After leaving the camp, we spent a year putting our warrior skills to use, which resulted in a nice sum of money deposited in the Ocleodathe bank. I would have gone to the Unknown Continent immediately, but news reached me of a deadly epidemic outbreak that was eradicated when I turned twenty-five. Recently, I took a solo trip to study the territory well, so I separated from my guild for a few months.
"And here is the missing piece of the team!"
"It's good to see you, Blair," I smile and we give each other a pat on the back. He hasn't abandoned his all-black attire, with the infamous tank top and skull design.
"We're officially lost without you!" Daven exclaims, sitting on the steps.
"Hey, little guy! I got your letter, your post scripts always stand out. Have you grown taller these past months?"
He's a fifteen-year-old teenager now, his face matured along with his body but still very short for his age. He doesn't exceed one meter and sixty centimeters.
