The Red Crown Among Heroes
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What if the prophet of the red crown failed and the bishops secluded themselves in the depths of the underworld, where they continued their rain over the cults? But what if it went far into the future and a tortured soul was the real prophet told in the prophecy of the red crown's return?
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Time hasn't been the same. Within a few months, the world grew cold and corrupted. Fear and Grief is spreading around the world like a decease, and no one can hide from it. Only very few are attempting to fight it, tho failing miserably. There is a prophecy, tho. One about two people that can fix the world. One about wisdom, One about agility. One that can create, One that can break. One that listens, One that suffers. One that's Red, One that's Blue. Fate forced them to keep their ways parted, But now it's time to bond them in the ways of Love. Is Fate really ready to put the prophecy on its right way? Or will the world be ripped apart by the claws of Darkness and Evil, bringing more Despair and Agony until everything breaks apart? This is a fanmade book! I have the allowance for TheWorldOfRedrare to write this book, and share the story. Check him out, he's an awesome person and a really nice friend!
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