In the heart of Hiraeth

One night. That's all it took for the Kingdom of Hiraeth to fall in the hands of darkness.
Six princes, robbed of their homes and on the run while an entire kingdom awaits for them to return and fight back their rightful home.
Six boys, destines for greatness, without any knowledge of it.

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(Short part of the prologue)

Alister looked back and felt how his heart shattered. The once beautiful castle, symbol of love and unity, the heart of all 7 kingdoms that surrounded the land.
His home. His Hiraeth. Burning as if struck down by hell.

His eyes shed tears as they stared at the once lively structure of the castle falling to the ground in a huge ball of fire. Alister could still hear the roaring of the dragon's rage and how monsters and demons summoned by the darkness were still searching for them underneath the debris.
Alister didn't know were he was being taken to, he just knew that the only thing he could hold onto now was hope. The hope that his family would be reunited, or even the hope that all of this was just a nightmare. Nothing other than a horrifying dream.

But he was wrong. This wasn't dream. He just wished it was.

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Hiraeth, the homesickness for a home to which you cannot return to.
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