The Risen Dead

The Risen Dead

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Ever since the war started kids have been disappearing, claimed to have been killed by the other side. But nobody realizes that they are chosen for a reason and are being trained to be the best by an order called the Hidden Shadows. Then the trials happen. The kids fight. First to draw blood 3 times is moved up. They do this until there are only six left. Those six are chosen to be their leaders and are given unimaginable powers. But another order does this too. They call themselves, The Rising Dead. As both orders clash, Dead VS Shadows British and French the world slowly gets weaker. The chosen more powerful.
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