Příběh o stínu, smrti a hlavně jednom muži, kterému v patách chodila smrt, a on se nikdy neotočil, aby na ni pohlédl. On sám byl totiž smrt. Muž bez tváře, ďábel, kterého se nepřátelé báli a prchali, jen co slyšeli jeho jméno. Kuru z Izeretu. *** Zatím je dokončený pouze první příběh z pěti plánovaných. Budu rád za zpětnou vazbu a jakýkoliv názor. 🙂

After Nneka's father almost loses his life and farm, her mother mysteriously vanishes. She then moves to Lagos to live with her grandmother, but she soon finds there's more to her grandmother's life than she knows. While hawking, she meets a boy who owns something that belongs to her mother. There's no one she can trust. What exactly is going on? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- New Chapters Every Sunday!! #TEA2020 #WattysNG2020 Highest Rankings: #27 in poverty #1 in slums #10 in ragstoriches #136 in nigeria All rights and credits go to those whose images I used in my story.

This story covers the tales of the wandering magician Eïril Lockmour. Born as a boy in the solely Westwoods he seemed to have a normal life to live even though everyone in his Village can use magic to some extend. With a struggle whether to leave his hometown Halfar or to stay he let years passing by till he was 18 years old. Fate pulled other strings which changed his life forever.