My day-to-day routine was like any other. Sadly, that was the issue. I did not want to die knowing I did the same thing for my whole life and nothing more. I long craved that big feat, that milestone, something to remember and never regret. While camping with my mother, in the dead of night, while I struggled to sleep.. i saw it. This was the chance i so desperately wanted, and i accepted. Now I'm in the middle of war between the secret society of magical elves and the elite demons simply known as the "Crimsons". DISCLAIMER: The images used for this story do not belong to me in any way. (Unless course it has my name on it)
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