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Four successor

Four successor

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Dec 21, 2023
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Fantasy
Pewnego razu w mieście zwanym Ra-home, w magicznej krainie, królowa urodziła czworaczki. Sytuacja ta powtarzała się co kilkanaście pokoleń. Tym razem gdy czworaczki przyszły na świat, ich matka była już martwa. A zgodnie z zapomnianą już tradycją poprzedni następcy przyszli odebrać dzieci królowi, by wychować je na własnych zasadach - w końcu byli nieśmiertelni. Takie rodzeństwo traciło prawo do tronu i wychowywało się w górach, wśród swoich popleczników, doskonaląc swoje magiczne umiejętności. Tym razem dzieci dosłownie skradziono, co różni tą czwórkę od reszty takich nieśmiertelnych?
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