TREASURES OF MEMORA

TREASURES OF MEMORA

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During the times when dragons and sorcery exist dwelt a wealthy king . his empire was vast and his authority was uninterrupted but he lived in fear, for he had no heir to his throne and that was a threat to his lineage, increasing his worry was the refusal of his subjects to be ruled by his daughter Memora if he joins his ancestors. before his death he entrusted his treasures to her as a gift for her alone. a mighty treasure it was, something any king after him would want to himself. shortly after his demise the treasures and princess Memora were no where to be found. -------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------- Note : please this story is fictional I just want to make my own adventure. But some of the places and myths explained are real. Thanks for Reading I hope you'll enjoy .
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