CHAPTER 34: A FORGOTTEN PROHECY

• What really happened a few years back they says were just a myth, the war which unfold, some civilization it bury into nothingness. To dust they disperse, but that doesn’t mean some had really forgotten them. How can you erase the history of the Kingdom they don’t know, haven’t had any idea to whom it really belongs to. Ages may dictate its owner, the blood on their vein, yet the truth won’t opposed the name of the heiress that should be seated on the throne.
• “Are you worried?” Eva asked Bjorn, whose back was turned as he stared towards the feast outside.
• Bjorn, son of Bjurm, and the current King of Salem. A human species. But how did it happen? How possible that a human who was once a slave finally manage to lead? How surprising it was that they rise up from the mud, they were thrown. Had they won the war? Had fate favors them finally? It didn’t, nor was they wage another war after the myth some of their ancestors had been plunged with. It was because the wolves suddenly were…gone. They just disappeared; every traces left vanish, and nobody could tell what happened.