Descendants Of Yesterday

Set on an alternate version of Earth without modern technology, the world is poor and the rich are in power. Fifteen years ago, the war between humans and Old-bloods ended but left the population devasted and struggling to recover.
Although a truce was declared, Old-bloods are still going missing and many suspect it to be the work of the Lord of Kapital and his many allies. Now, a group of teenagers must come together and fight the evil that still threatens them. Along the way, they realise that their destiny is sealed and history must repeat itself in order to save the world.

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EXCERPT:

"Wait," it said in a deep, male voice, "You're an Old-blood too?"

Alex stopped dead in her tracks, eyes wide, and slowly lowered her arms into a resting position. She felt both shock and confusion in being recognised. An Old-blood was a rare thing to come across these days, not many have existed since the end of the war. When it was over, Alex was born. This was sixteen years ago and she'd never seen another Old-blood in all of her lifetime.

"Yes," she said hesitantly. Lucas joined her where she stood, sticking his shoulder to hers.

"I haven't seen another one in years," the figure spoke again and then stepped forwards into a beam of sunlight. Alex could see he was a tall, well-built boy, maybe a little older than she was. He was dressed in black, dirty clothes and a large hood shrouded his face making it impossible to see any facial features.

"Who are you?" Lucas stuttered, feeling unsure.

"I am also an Old-blood," the boy said with a velvety tone, flexing his clawed fingers.

"I thought they were all killed in the war?" Alex asked with a mesmerised tone.

"Clearly not," the boy smirked.