Blades of Grass

Blades of Grass

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Something is awaiting our beloved prince of the northern kingdom. Something looming over the shoulder of the lightly armored prince. What could it be? How could it be? The epics of Alvin write themselves as this naive and recluse prince finally spreads his two wings, casting a shadow over the eyes of his observers. Eyes that are hungry for more. Hands that can finally grasp that which was hidden and cocooned inside the castle walls extend upwards, fighting for who gets the catch first. The king did an incredible job hiding his son from this cruel world, but not anymore. He is free. for better or for worse.
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Our story begins in a world where magic is a currency, and power is the only true god. The Fae are hunted, imprisoned, or bent into service. The human elite trade their souls for a taste of their waning power, while the common folk, shackled by fear of the unknown, betray their own neighbors for a whisper of safety. In this shadowed land, an innocent love is warped by desperate need and the crushing weight of expectation. From this corruption, an ancient evil stirs. Its goal is to shatter the veil that protects our world, to tear open the Fae Realm and drain its magic dry-all to feed a sinister hunger for dominion, no matter the cost. Darkness, after all, does not always storm the gates. Often, it seeps in through the cracks in the human heart. The journey ahead is long, paved with secrets and woven with lies. But hold fast. For even the deepest night must break, and a new dawn awaits on the horizon.

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