Alexandros Javier
The beginning was not in this world ... It was the first tricks, and the last! Seven major kingdoms, and seven rival races, In the heart of the storm ... She, a girl who only asked this universe the warmth of a family, was A warmth that sings it from the conflicts of the whole world, That was her only dream! But they were only small pawns In a game that is driven by the fingers of greed and greed, A world that does not know mercy, He sought to crush them, not for anything, Except because among their ribs, there is strength ... shaking the thrones. No one is born evil, No one is born with a monster ... But from the womb of injustice, anger generates, Among the ashes of cruelty ... the king of ash was born. It was always in contrast, If it is an angel ... it is his devil, And if it is sinful ... it is his purification. Their destiny is to wrestle forever, They are not allowed to be only enemies, Because their union ... a catastrophe This world threatens annihilation. A centuries ago ... An old prophecy that shook the pillars of the seven races, I talked about two children born on the blood of the bloody moon: The heir of the twilight ... And the ruling of fate. It is created to be king, It was created to be a legend. Hope that shines in a suffocating horizon with darkness, Warm threads if the moon weave together, Anonymous fate ... Are they a miracle? Or a curse?
About Alexandros Javier
The beginning was not in this world ... It was the first tricks, and the last! Seven major kingdoms, and seven rival races, In the heart of the storm ... She, a girl who only asked this universe the warmth of a family, was A warmth that sings it from the conflicts of the whole world, That was her only dream! But they were only small pawn...Read more