Hawthorns (On-Hold)

Hawthorns (On-Hold)

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A world was planted with magic and power; a kingdom has sprung to rule them all. It bore the fruit; and they call it the Foxgloves-the group of soldiers divided into three: Hawthorns, Bloodroots, and Hydrangeas, with different roles to protect and take orders from the kingdom. And there's one girl, who intentionally placed her name on the list to be recruited, who wouldn't mind the risks just to take revenge. To find out everything she doesn't understand. To be sick enough being fed up by lies. Because like a flower, the truth will always bloom. And there bloomed a variety when she only expected one.
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Shhh... They are here. They are real. They are just invisible to the consciousness of humans. There are few things taught that are not quite right. They weren't discovered. The four elements were gifts from the top-tier gods and goddesses; Quentin, Orphelia, Persia, and Leviathan. All of the divine masters have different abilities, but there is a common gift which all of them have... The ability to create and take life. As soon as they master their gift, all of them make their first creation. The Gods and Goddesses call them "the crowned", for they are their children. After some time, one of the crowned betrayed the other, causing chaos and war. As a punishment, the deities went to their paradise. A paradise in which a mortal, even the crowned cannot enter, only the gift's child and the divines themselves. And when they did, millions and millions of their soldiers died. Many ordinary and gifted soldiers escaped from the bad luck that their royals brought. They built their own homes and acquired knowledge that helped them survive. But some built their own empire. The successors. The children of the crowned. The children who created an empire to start anew. When the sun radiates brighter and becomes hotter, fire blazes. When the wind blows from west to east, air seeks. When the chirp becomes roar, earth destroys. When the waves soar high, water awakes. And when loud thunder awakes and ablazes with the waves of the eastern sea, hide... They're at war.

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