Prologue
The world grows dark. This is the end, I am dead. Is this how I die? Maybe this is how I disappear. They say that the sharpest lives come from those who are willing to risk everything in life for a new beginning. But truth be it, I don't love you or your House of Wolves. Your high society friends are like Cancer. They put my mama in a sleep she'll never wake from. Even the teenagers fear the disenchanted world created by them, to think it all started with some famous last words. "Theres not a star in heaven that we can't reach." Those words haunted the high society. Why should they settle with their little parties when they can reach their grubby little hands out their front doors. It started a war, one that hopefully my death will end.
One hundred twenty five years ago was when the war between the House of Wolves and Clan of Condor began. The Clan of Condor had the same vision as the House of Wolves. Condor made the first move in expanding their borders. Their youngest warrior Ezecial killed Baron, The Wolves leader of the time, causing an uproar. An all out attack was then planned by by the House of Wolves and the first battle began. Both the Clan of Condor and the House of Wolves lost many great warriors, their armies were equally powerful and thus, the first battle was a draw leaving their rivalry still flaming.
One hundred years later my parents, princess Esmerelda of the Clan of Condor and my father, Baron the third of the House of Wolves fell in love. Their love was strong causing them to be exhiled from the kingdoms. Fifteen years later my mom gave birth to me on her deathbed. A few months earlier my father had died from a strange illness. Leaving me to fend for myself since birth. The only thing that I knew and felt from the core of my body was that both the House of Wolves and Clan of Condor must be destroyed.
Since the age of five i've been sneaking through the kingdoms in secret passages I found. I've burned banners, stolen food, and even lured soldiers to their deaths. No one ever saw more then my shadow so people started calling me the Ghost of Moor, Moor being the forest that surrounded the kingdoms. At the age of nine I started to show my face and let people know who i was. Word spread quickly, those who opposed the war saw me as a hero while the high society saw me as a heir and their greatest threat. Everyone looked upto me, until my tenth birthday that is.
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Hey guys, it's me the author of this story :3
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