𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑒𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑐 𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑎𝑘 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔, 𝑗𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑓𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑛𝑒𝑦𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑙, 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑘𝑦. 𝐴 𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑦, 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟. 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦, 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑠, ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑠𝑒, 𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒, ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑤𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼𝑡𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑:
"𝐿𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐶𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑇𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑠."
𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘, 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑠, 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓, 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡.
"𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐶𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛... 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟... 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡."
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The Supernatural Diaries: The Song Of Blood And Abyss. S1
FantasyIn the world of Mecatopia where fire and blood rule with wisdom, honesty and kindness under the powers of 12 elemental crown and throne with peace. But this peace was not forever; dark forces attacked dragon-blood witches, family betrayed family, an...
