Burning Branches
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The world is a cruel and corrupt place full of envy, greed, jealousy, hatred, suffering around nearly every corner, sadness and death. Meanwhile those with a silver or golden spoon in their mouth since birth live amongst riches and luxury, all with the snap of their fingers.
Most nobles had absolutely no clue as to the hardships of those of poorer family backgrounds or social standing. Magic was also heavily governed by nobility as they didn't want to lose control over those who are of lesser status.
Trouble was definitely brewing in more ways than one as a particular caged animal is out and causing trouble and showing nobility who holds the true grasp of power. Whilst in the shadows another being rises to the challenge to seek revenge on those whom have wronged and slaughtered people that were caught up in the crossfire.
For those who are trying to maintain their holding onto what cards in their possession from the deck of cards must tread lightly or risk everything being pulled out from beneath them in a blink of an eye.
One's feelings must never ever get in the way to succession, not even for a brief moment to allow sappy feelings of love to bloom in the most unlikely of places.....or perhaps maybe it could??
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