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It's been dosen of decades ago, when a pure blood with a symbol of the heirloom of the moon existed. The person who has it is a war immortal. The only immortal who will never die as long as he or she wishes.
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It's been dosen of decades ago, when a pure blood with a symbol of the heirloom of the moon existed. The person who has it is a war immortal. The only immortal who will never die as long as he or she wishes. But once there was a stupid thing called love appear. This thing invaded the heart of the heir/heiress. He/she fell in love that leads him/her to fell in grave. The person he/she loved died in the middle of the war. The heir turned berserk and finish the enemies in one blow. He/she lost herself as she lie next to his/her beloved's dead body as he/she mourn. Just right before the dawn, he/she decided to rest. The idea of living without the person he/she loved with all his/her life feels so lifeless. As the sun rises from the far east, the clouds make way for the sunlight to shine from above. The heir give a heart warming smile to his/her people. As their beloved and cherished leader chose death to be with the person he/she love. When the sun touches the heir's figure, an illuminating light takes place. Everybody covered their eyes as this light is too much for thier eyes to handle. Slowly, like the pain scarred their hearts takes place. The light takes its time to fade away. Before the glimpse of light disappear, the warriors hear the heir's last wish... "Everything happened for a reason, welcome the new heir with love and wisdom."
It's been dosen of decades ago, when a pure blood with a symbol of the heirloom of the moon existed. The person who has it is a war immortal. The only immortal who will never die as long as he or she wishes.