Opposites {On Hold}
- LECTURAS 223
- Votos 7
- Partes 5
In the kingdom Of Fendere, a prophecy was told to the king by an old seer.
Two of opposites shall combine forces,
Shadow and light,
Plain and hidden,
With them by your side you will defeat any enemy
"How will I know if it's them?!"the king asked."You won't.Just let fate flow as it does."the seer replied.
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