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ns, and reigned over their own kingdoms. Werewolves, witche

d. Humans hunted, captured and killed the elemental sprites, pinning the

e sprite kingdom, consulted the leaders of all realms. It was agr

to help, convincing the other kingdoms that the orcs needed to be eradicat

ing exterminated themselves. Recovering from the war, every race was at its weakest, for every kingdom had lost a great many in number. It was a long-held human agenda that

see. They captured werewolves and locked them up with heavy, chains of silver,

d the sprites, and not the orcs, who were wrongfully accused. With the orcs’ assumed extinct, and

es. Unaware the humans were the catalyst of the massacre, they were g

ewolves didn't want to witness any more death. They agreed to keep to themselves and avoid each other's territory. The land was surveyed and reallotted

llow, and Alpha Dominic

tural creatures dissolved into fairy tales for children. One night the Moon Goddess dec

k opened, revealing a beautiful little sprite inside, who crawled out, yawning from a lengthy slumber. Her e

ia: 1000

then my home, and capture my darling husband, King Pyrus, who is a hydroki

alse wall, I quietly hide with our violet-eyed, eight-month-old-daughter, Princess Ma

rm should come to him, and I shed tears for him, our marriage and our beautiful life together, as I quietly flee through the hidden passage toward the for

nd me, and they’re gradually getting closer. I’m desperate to avoid captivity, after a

t too far from me. I stop in my tracks, witches I do

dy camouflaged by the giant tree she hides behind. I hide beh

n stakes, in the most horrific, barbaric fashion. We only just escaped. I fear it's only a matter of time until we’re captured. The werewolves haven’t had as man

ide her swaddle an

y a matter of time until they’re captured again. My dear baby Maia. My princess. They will

er with sympathetic glances, and

to be quick. The humans are getting clos

,’ I beg her. They share a quick, kno

power to save he

eans I will never see Maia again after this, but if it saves her life and allows her to grow up into a beautiful young

es her life we m

big, beautiful oak tree, and place Ma

They hold each other’s

s of t

is sweet

make the y

moon shin

o retake and

yes and ma

ands, creating an egg out of its bark, and encasing her inside it. When it is finished homing he

’ I ask, mesmerised by wh

for the forest to release her. The forest will raise her and it will be her home. The animals will befriend her, and teach her wh

irytale. We have placed many people’s babies in the tre

many other innocent children have the chance to have

lessing, they’ve never let me down before, and they certainly won’t desert me now. A man is about to hurl his axe in my direction, but I’m quick t

jump into the air just in time, as the one who crou

d quickly raise my leg to kick him firmly in the chest, away from me. Balls of flames materialise in

itself around my throat, choking me. Struggling to st

ed my flame ball

my head up

y blood trickling from my chest and down the fabric of my dress. I collapse o

of the men approaches them with a fire torch and sets them alight. I can't watch, so I close my eyes and try t

s bolt toward the men and quickly devour them, ripping their

ate,’ one of

make the tree that my precious

my child.’