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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Apr 22, 2021
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Fantasy
Centuries ago the Roman Catholic Church waged a discreet war against all supernatural creatures. They claimed them sinful creatures and most went extinct after the surprise of the attacks and the knowledge the church wasn't supposed to know. When the crusades against these creatures finally stopped only eight of the strongest supernatural species remained. Facing their first loss lore says that the Catholics turned to the angels and begged for help - resulting in a deal with which they would curse seven of the remaining species with a deadly sin. The eighth species, the witches, would be their governing force and keep all of the creatures in line with a code the church determined. Phoebe Sigrún is one such creature. The daughter of a Valkyrie father, Phoebe spends most of her time making sure their family is always following the rules so as not to be targeted. She blends with the humans easily and poses no threat, thinking herself timid as far as Valkyries go. Like her father, Phoebe believes that speaking of the past is unnecessary when there is so much more to focus on in the day to day life. However, after a chance encounter with a strange warlock, Phoebe begins to see things nobody else can and soon realizes that sometimes the past doesn't want to be ignored.
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