Death's Gift
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  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 47m
Ongoing, First published May 04, 2014
Magic belongs to the royal bloodlines.

The people of the kingdom Inyairele have never seen the royal princess before, but rumors float around towns that she was born powerless.

How could that be possible? Every person of royal descent, even children produced from infidelity, had some glimpse of magic. Yet, not once in my sixteen years had I exhibited any signs of possessing a magic ability. 


I'd never left the castle, as to hide my identity. Only the castle servants had seen my face. Any normal person of Inyairele would assume I resembled my mother or father. 


But I don't.
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"In a world ruled by power and tyranny, peace is a distant dream. You were once a child, innocent and new to life, yet someone ignited the flames of destruction, suffocating your breath and stealing away the purity of your air. All that remained were fleeting drops of water and the faintest hope that the fires would one day cease. Perhaps you were gifted, your powers beyond what was ever expected, but power isn't just strength-it's a threat. Years passed, and you grew to despise everyone and everything. In rage and vengeance, you found a twisted kind of salvation. Amidst the chaos, you found home with someone you've picked up while desperately trying to escape the chains of fate. And though agony shaped my path, I never wavered from my purpose. Through hell and blood, I built my name and wealth, offering others a chance for redemption, for lives once broken like my own. Now, after all this time, I've prepared to fulfill the final task of my life. Many will weep, blood will stain the earth, but certainly, they will pay for stealing my childhood. - Anastas