Fate: The Winx Saga: Shadows & Soldiers
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  • Reads 8,965
  • Votes 227
  • Parts 12
  • Time 2h 53m
Ongoing, First published Feb 06, 2022
A lot of secrets can accumulate over a thousand years. I should know, I've lived them. Many things came from the war. The Burned Ones are the most known result, however, the knowledge of their origins are only known to a handful of people from the other world. Stories passed down from those of us who experienced it first hand. Queen Luna is the only one that knows who and what I am, the information of which is passed down through the Royal family. Many centuries ago it would have been my duty to serve the Royal family, some time ago I would have called them friends, but these days I prefer to have as little interaction with them as possible. I get away with the perceived disrespect because a thousand years ago I helped keep said family in power. Plus, they owe me, my existence is their fault.

ꨄᰔꨄ

𝙰/𝙽:
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛,  𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎. 𝙱𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚄. 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜/𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 2. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜. ☕︎︎
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