in the world of light and dark, good and evil, could there ever be compromise. War
had begun, blood spilling from both ends, screaming horror, treachery, murder. there
was no hope for the world, it would die by the the souls of hatred and soon, the world
did die. with death comes one life. one child's cry to the air of death, the child of hope.
(( sorry it is short))
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