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(REWRITING) Glass Shards | Eternal Conflict Fanfiction
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Ongoing, First published Jun 08, 2023
AKA : The Clash Between Light and Dark /  Behind Every Fighter
A tale of the never ending conflict between two opposing sides, longing for different fates for the world they watch over. One side intends to destroy humanity for their flaws, the other yearns to save them and help them improve, before it was too late for them. Lives were lost, risks were taken, and from all of the pain they experience and their ambition, soldiers were made in both sides.

This is a fanfiction I made for a series ZNathan Animations wrote and produced; Eternal Conflict. Some of the characters are not mine and the original concept is from him (you can find his channel in youtube). Note that this will follow the concepts of the series' older version.


Fanfiction written by Sleepy_Panda_8D since 2024
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It was horrible, everything was in flames, everything was either destroyed or burned. The corpses of his father, his aunt and his uncle as well as those of his two cousins lied on the ground, lifeless. His lips shook as he wanted to ask for help, but from whom, there was no one else besides him in there. He looked up at the huge creatures that was staring down at him like if they were staring at their prey, maybe he was really their prey. He shook as he let the crystal sword fall down. " It's... Over..." He admitted it then. Although they tried desperately to fight those giant creatures that suddenly attacked them while holding on the smallest ray of hope, they couldn't defeat them. " It's over... Everyone is already dead... Everything is destroyed... We lost..." He kneeled down and accepted his fate. " If we just knew about this earlier..." And he was burned to ash by the flames of the huge lizards... ********** A dark and horrible future was await of them. Through the darkest moment of his dream, he heard a voice calling for help. He just knew he had to trust that voice, he had to. A new adventure starts as a new kingdom declares its existence. Is it a friend or a new foe? Will our friends manage to hold a grasp of a bright future and change their fate, or will they die in the most horrible way ever?...