The usurped princex sat in the prison tower, embittered and wrathful. Xir vengeance upon the land would be spoken of for generations to come, of that xe swore to the deities above and devils below. A spark of power flickered between xir fingers, a light burning hot in the dank and dark. The guards never saw it coming.

Author: corvidcraft

What's up! I'm a northern Canadian artist/writer. Poli sci student by education, acrylic painter by passion.

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