War. How could one short word change the world into ultimate catastrophe?
It is all the little ones ever heard about, for it had been going on for decades? No, centuries.
It is a little crazy to think about, but all the living things seemed to adapt to such ruination. They seemed to have adapted to death, too. Death. It now only seemed as a mere word as well.
Only just a few short war-bound centuries ago, had there been a prophecy received. A prophecy of six. A prophecy that six would stop the war. A prophecy of six that would die, in doing so.
Wow! Such sacrifice! Even I am impressed! But still six? Only six? Six that would stop this war? It seems the odds are impossible. Six, versus millions. Six versus death. Six versus darkness.
Six versus Me.
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A Tale Of Stars
FantasyArth is just a young and normal tom-cat living in an unfortunate war-bound world. He has grown up with listening to everyone yammer on about a prophecy about six cats ending the world war. The prophecy is very old and of course Arth doesn't believe...
