Posthumous

When your life is slipping away you truly begin to question why you are fighting.
Who are you fighting for?

My heart hammered through my ribs, urging my legs on, roars thundering through the ground as scales rushed passed me in a blur. My sword trembling in my hold, its glistening metal showing my vulnerable expression in mocking. Why was I here?

The other group charged with equal ferocity- it was clear only one of us would come out alive. Adrenaline laped at me like the wind, slowly growing in speed until a full tornado swirled inside of me. I coudnt die. In Aaron's name I will take them down. The god of life stared down at me, knowing an unforgivable sin was about to be committed by its very own children- I just wish I knew why.

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Imagine the gods had children to fight their battles- growing slack in their millenniums, an almost entertainment of sought.
These children are half god and half human- and full war machine.
The war between life and death has never been as deadly

But what happens when these children fight back? What happens when they finally discover their identity? What happens when the enemies can't stay enemies? Read to find out 😱

OKAY SO THIS IS MY FIRST BOOK, THE COVER IS TEMPORARY (AI EW), WHIKST A NEW ART PEN COMES, I CANT SPELL SO ANY SPELLING COREEVTIONS HELPS