This story isn't planned. It isn't intense in action or adventure. It isn't real.

This is just a dream I had once in my darkest times.

A short story with Ravens and a man in black clad. Said to be a danger, yet a comfort to the darkest corners of my mind.

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The first born, is Herik Kana, the God of War. The second born, is Scythe Kana, the God of Peace.

As they grew, their differences caused them to quarrel. Scythe thought high of himself, the more he guided mortals towards treaties and peace… Even if it meant a group of people would face a harder life, have little freedom, or become slaves.

Scythe's actions and ways caused Herik to grow angry. When there is a time for war, Scythe takes it away. The first born couldn't allow it to continue, so he began to use forbidden Magick… Magick that would make him powerful enough to stop Scythe and cause war.

'I spat blood onto the grass, sheathing my sword. Common! Where are you Jira?! Where are your troops?! Where is my support?!  I straightened my back, bent my knees, and slightly drew my Katana. “Lord, give me strength.” Then the Creature charged, as I drew my blade completely out of its scabbard.'

To be continued in the Prologue...

Fae, Fairys, Werewolves, Vampires, and Humans Coexist. We walk side by side, some being civilized, others discriminating. The Fae, Fairys, and Werewolves are loved... While Vamipires are hated.

The werewolves especially hate Vampires, and we especially hate them. All because of a mysterious War that I barely know about. However, I have a gift. A gift that will show me what's to come and what has been. A gift... That ruins and yet builds my life.

Mature! 13+. Minor cussing, violence/fighting scene.I don't own the picture used to make the cover. All credit goes to the artist/creators/ext

My name is Daphora Mohave, and I'm a Spirit Mage of the country, Qasan, in the Continent, Rosakin. But I'm not just a mage, I'm the apprentice to High Enchanter Soran.

He says there will be a great war. Little did I know that a betrayal to him and I would be the cause of it...

The cause of great turmoil, and destruction. Little did I know, that I would be alone.

"She hugged the grandparents she thought fond of,

Not knowing she would be dragged through the rough.

As her shelter left, the grandparents smiled

Hiding their inner demented child."

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"When she closed her eyes and the darkness consumed her

She knew she was trapped.

When the scratching didn't stop and her body trembled in pain

She knew she wouldn't escape."

Based on a true story.

I and the Rebel Chaos Dragons have fled my brother, Xulred, and the Chaos god, Hrongl. But I recieve notice that the Dorna Dragons are going to War with the Nijuid Wyvern Riders. Thus, I must leave the Chaos Dragons behind... And hope that I and my Kin can fend for our selves against our enemy... We could win against them.

However, little did we know that we were fighting more than the Wyvern Riders.

I'm 17 and The war of The Light and Dark, has been going since I was 9. When I was 10 my parents left for battle, and only my father came back. Ever since then, I've dedicated myself to killing King Herik, who killed my mother.

I'm Morgan Kana, Commander of our armies, and Princess of Rukten. There's something no one knows. But when the Prince's and Princess find out, more and more secrets are revealed. Secrets I didn't even know about.

Life has never been good to me. I am the eldest daughter to a man who is thought highly of- a legendary warrior of the Rubeus Dragon Clan- and to Lady Aika, a woman of class and honor, who only loves my younger sister.

They toss me around like a rag doll. Treat me like I am nothing... As if I dishonored them.

I thought that it could get better- that maybe.... Just maybe, the Emporer, Empress, or the Heir would take a liking to me.