Omen of Rose
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  • Reads 2,234
  • Votes 107
  • Parts 47
  • Time 7h 43m
Ongoing, First published Feb 03, 2014
Something is coming to pass. Something long foretold amongst us who hide in the shadows. That one day we would put aside our differences, and work together against a common enemy. None of us ever believed in it though. We hoped of course. Who wouldn't want peace instead of constant war between the races. Instead of death and destruction inflicting pain on all sides of the spectrum. But never in our wildest dreams could we have imagined that we would be brought together like this.
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