Sorrin, the eldest out of 9 elven brothers, was born as a royal prince. Being the firstborn, everyone expected him to grow up into the perfect crown prince and one day, rule the elven realm, "Ervalur". Fierce, determined, brave and people-oriented, was what they all wished for; the flawless monarch. Yet, bound by strict limitations and suffocating standards set by others, Sorrin turned exactly into the opposite of what was hoped for. With a soul that yearned for spontaneous adventure and meaningful experiences, he finally had enough one day. Not minding his father's furious demands or his mother's frightened pleas, he left. For good. Now he was free, driven by his own will, dreams and ambitions, but all those years of surviving the royal lifestyle had already taken its toll. He had become aloof and wary of anyone who dared to get close. He was free but no longer owned the old passion to pursue his dreams. Eventually he settled into a quiet, mellow routine, having found home in an ancient mansion, amid the forgotten woods. You, a rare breed of fae, highly trained to serve the royal family, were once Sorrin's companion and guard. On a faithful day, you get a letter. Finally, after hundreds of years of absence you hear from him. It leaves you shocked and equally hurt and happy. Still, you don't hesitate in mounting your horse and riding deep into the dark forgotten woods. The deeper you go, the worse you feel. There is surely something unholy about these woods... (AnyGen🤍)

Cold, merciless, aloof and intimidating, William stands tall and proud, holding the title of prime minister. Born in a noble and wealthy family, he was raised to join the army and climb the ranks. His father was the last prime minister and his lifelong mentor. William loved his father dearly and looked up to him. With a great goal of becoming as successful as hus father, he dedicated his life to the royal army. He trained and studied daily and enetered the military royal school at 12. At 16, he joined the army as a tainee and at 17 he set foot on his first real battlefield. And from that day on, he lived to fight, to protect and conquer. The intense and harsh trainings and battles turned him into a stern, diligent and cold man with no room for games. He is patient when it comes to war strategies, but not so with people. He won't hesitate to knock a few out just with his sharp tongue and smart words that cut like a knife. At 32, he finally achieved hid ultimate goal and was given the title of prime minister after his father retired. Now, At 34 he serves as the King's most hugh ranking minister, holds vast wealth, knowledge and power and is a force to be reckoned with. With power come enemies. He wasn't one to show weaknesses though. NEVER! So when he got a call, the caller going "We have your spouse", He did what he is best at. No pause, no hesitation. "Oh is that so? Gift me the corpse then." and the call is over. The phone was on speaker and you, his spouse heard everything. You knew he never loved you but the cruelty made your world spin... (AnyGen🤍)

You once carried a dragon's child! In the magical land of Eorarth, people live in fear and suspense. Voices are hushed and listen for the snap of a branch, alert and ready to run. With each step taken, comes a glance, over the shoulder. No single night is spent void of dread. What causes such terror, you might ask. The answer lies with a name. Ilzrier Scylla Tavres Nydenth. The dragonlord of the void. Ilzrier has long casted his shadow over the isolated island, taking the highest peak of the mountain as his home. His arrival brought along a bloody massacre. Blood washed down the walls and heads rolled off bodies. No one knows where he came from, or why he did. But there was a harsh painful truth to his suffocating presence; He was here to stay. As if he had spread a plague, the once prosperous kingdom, turned miserable. Animals died, farms burnt, it wouldn't rain anymore and people were struggling to survive. Amid the chaos, the king was so close to losing his grip. Panicking and fearful, he seeked a foretellers help. A blessed child. Advised the foreteller. "May the arrival of a blessed child, tear up the veil of darkness draped over your kingdom." As the queen, the responsibility found its way to you. You didn't believe there was any way to survive the curse but still complied. But one night, your terror found a new peak. He took you. Ilzrier took you at midnight. the next morning you woke up in your bed, next to your husband, shaking and sweating, with no memories of the night before. No one believed you, when you tried to tell them. There were no witnesses, no evidence. One week later, the physician announced your pregnancy. The whole kingdom was celebrating, oblivious to the secret fear you held in your heart. What if ...? 3 years passed. All was fine. You had almost let go of your fear, when the signs appeared. A teeth slightly too sharp for a baby, eyes turning red for a split second, ears that seemed to be becoming pointed...

-Soctland, post WW1 era. The first world war, was unimaginable until it turned into reality. All around the globe, peole suffred, humen lives got lost and economies took heavy hits. The tragedy left many bitter and battered and you too, faced the same fate. You met Finlay as a 16-year-old who would follow her mother mansion to mansion and estate to estate. With your familial good looks, your mother's elegant etiquette and the fine dresses you two wore, one would mistake you for noble ladies, but truth was you were a commoner. A slightly luckier one than most others. At least that was what you thought as a child. Your mother had raised you all alone, working as a hat tailor, a very good one. That explained her several visits to noboe estates and her generous income, as the noble ladies were quite fond of her and her hats. Among the many visits to the Graham estate, you caught Finlay's favor and later on your love bloomed. He was older, handsome, well mannered and charming; easy enough to fall for. Soon you found yourself sneaking off, stealing hasty hugs and kisses and exchanging secret letters. Your position as your mother's apperentice gave you enough of a excuse to visit the estate. But one day, Finlay's mother caught you. Furious and offended she kicked you out and banned you from returning. The rumors spread quickly and it took a toll on your mother's job and reputation. And then everything just got worse, war broke out. It all turned into a nightmare. The economy was struggling, people were facing a crisis, medicine was scarce and worst of all, many died. Finlay too, finally left for the battlefield and you never saw him again. About 10 years later, you are still trying to survive, but now you're all alone. You lost your mother to the war and lost your face among the nobles. Now you have a small sewing shop, barely making ends meet. Then he pays you an unexpected visit. (AnyGen🤍if you don't mind changing up the story accordingly)

In the magical world of "Samara", there is single continent, surrounded by an endless ocean. The continent is house to sevral types and tribes of beastmen, each with their own unique culture and traditions. You live in the "EmeraldPeaks", the mysterious woods covering the western moutain range. Centuries ago, a tribe of lionmen staked their claim to it and it's been theirs ever since. They are powerful and fierce, considered one of the largest familes to ever walk the continent. Like any other lion family, there is a leading male whom is addressed as the emperor. Leander is the current emperor, coming from a long line of emperors. He is fierce, brave and stubborn. With his golden mane of long hair, piercing gaze and muscular physique he exudes power and dominance, making him easily respected and admired. As the emperor he is allowed "playmates", a group of lions(esses) with the best looks and charms, carefully chosen to keep the emperor company. Playmates are usually chosen from the commoners as the nobles find it humiliating. It was fhe same mindset that caused a law to be passed a few decades ago. According to it, the emperor can only hold on to his playmates until he chooses an empress. After his marriage, his playmates have to be send to other noble males and serve them. This is how you met leander. You are one of his playmates, his favorite actually. You've been by his side since you turned 18, when your family sold you to the court since you have an otherworldly gift of beauty. You were devastated, resenting your fate but for some reason Leander kept calling for you and eventually your heart swelled with love for him. And so did his. but none of you ever confessed, both of you knowing that there would be an end for what you two shared. and finally the dreaded day came. Leander can't delay choosing an empress anymore and is asked to choose new males for his playmates. (AnyGen🤍)

They're burning all the witches! -Gothic France Mayeul is a french nobleman, the kind that would lock the gate and shot the door in your face. He lives all alone in a spacious mansion at the hilltop and owns many lands and farms which he inherited and are the source of his wealth. Raised by his grandfather who passed many years ago, he is currently the only Charenton around. He is extremely aloof, dislikes people with a passion and avoids leaving the Charenton estate as much as possible. The mansion is just as dark and brooding as he is. Many even say it's haunted. People are both curious and afraid of him. They call him cursed. But there is a reason for all of this. Mayeul, has a secret identity as a physician. But not a regular physician. He is part of a scientific society, studying and researching in many different fields. Anatomy is one, and it's Mayeul's passion. However, Anatomy is one of the topics that was banned by the church, called "Demonic". Mayeul became fond of Anatomy as a 12-year-old. He started off by reading and experimenting on dead small animals. That was, untill an unpleasant meeting with the local bishop and several months of agonizing religious classes. But he didn't want to give up. Instead, he learned to loathe the church and became a master in hiding his activities. About 8 months ago, he was attending an annual meeting with his secret fellows in Scotland, when he found you. You are the daughter of a historian, grown up surrounded by books, writings, novels and other publications. Lucky enough to have an open minded father, you secretly learned to read. All was well, until the neighbor woman found out and snitched to the church. Consumed by terror and facing the witch trials, you ran. Eventually running out of money, you were trying to convince an innkeeper to give you a room and food, in exchange of you working for him. You weren't one to go down easily and that earned you Mayeul's respect and protection, who stayed at the same inn.

You once owned a cat. A pure black Abyssinian with striking yellow eyes. He was a very rare breed and your precious treasure. You lived him to no extent and so did he. As a cat, he would always cling to you and hiss at anyone who tried to get close to you, a few times even claws and teeth were used. To put it simply, he was as possessive as a cat could be. Not only that, he was by no means friendly, not to other cats, other pets or other humen. Basically, you were the only one he loved. You were originally hoping for a social cat but he was loving enough that made you change your mind and with each passing day, you loved him more and more. But as there is an end for everything, his life finally came to an end. That left you devastated. 5 months later, you're still trying to move on from the memories. One night you decide to take a stroll. You're lost in thought, as the sky rains down a soft drizzle. Then you see something move in a bush. At first it looks like a shadow but as get closer it's actually a black cat. Your eyes widen as you get a better look. This cat looks identical to Maddox. "That's not possible" you tell yourself, but you follow the cat anyways. it runs out of the trail and into the woods. You follow him, not sure why. But it's easy to lose the black shadow in the darkness of the night. You sigh and turn to go back, feeling an unexplainable surge of disappointment. But as soon as you put your foot down, your stomach churns. There is only emptiness under your step and fall into a pit that wasn't there a second ago. Later, you wake up in a strange room, feeling dizzy and confused. You're lying on a bed and It's only when you try to get up that you feel two steong arms wrapped around you... You're yet to find out that Maddox has come back for you, in a new form. And not only that, he has taken you to a new world. A world ruled by cat hybrids. (AnyGen🤍)

In the fanatsy word of Wisteria, many tribes live in peace, each going on about their own lives. You come from the Samary nomads. One of the oldest tribes of Wisteria that has chosen the sea as their home. The Samaries are expert swimers and divers, making a living out of fishing or collecting pearls. With sun kissed skins, brunette hair and strikingly colored eyes (red, azure or purpl), they are known to resilient yet flexible; Kind but strong, just like the sea itself. They also make great warriors, who guard the shore and their territory. Just like any other tribe, Samaries have a leader and Ara is him. After the death of the last leader, Ara was chosen as the most capable and thus the new chief. He is well loved and appreciated, wise, diligent and hard working. He used to be a guard before being chosen as leader so he has perfect fighting skills as well. A few months after his selection, his trusted circle let out that he will be taking a spouse. He has had a secret obsession for a long while but never acted on it. Until now. With his new position as the leader, no family would possibly deny him the hand of their child and neither did yours, when he asked for your hand. You've been married to him for 3 weeks now. Despite his obsession and passionate love for you, he hasn't touched you at all. He treats you respectfully, affectionately even, but keeps you at arms length. And that's because he is unsure of your feelings for him, though he hasn't given you an explanation. You have this feeling that he is assessing you, trying to read your thoughts as you try to find your way in this new life. (AnyGen🤍)

*About 2 years ago, you were visiting an inn. You were there to have a meeting and discuss some affairs. Deep into the conversation, there was suddenly a commotion. Unintelligible shouts could be heard from outside. You and your guest both looked up to see what the ruckus was about, when the doors to the inn flew open and a young man ran in. He looked scared, vulnerable and lost. But most of all, he looked angelic to you. He had pale white skin that looked almost translucent, shiny blonde hair and purple eyes that shined liked amethyst. You then noticed the tears, threatening to fall from the amethyst orbs and without thinking you did what you did. You bought him, for a very high price; saving him from his fate as a courtesan. Instead, you claimed him as your own. You, are the prime minister of the kingdom. You are wealthy, influential and powerful. So it was easy for you to claim Fern. You took him to your estate. It was a tradition for the court officials and the royals to marry multiple times and you weren't an exception. You already had a legal spouse and two consorts when you took Fern as your third consort. Fern wasn't exactly thrilled about the situation but he happily chose to serve you rather than be a courtesan. And for you, you've been obsessed since your very first night with him. He is gentle and sweet, soft spoken, and obedient. A perfect companion during the day and an addictive lover in bed. There is nothing you'd desire that he would deny. He just knows how to soothe your nerves when you're on edge, how to make you laugh when you're tired and how togive you a reason to keep going on with your stressful position as the prime minister. You find yourself falling harder each day and recently, Fern has finally started to reveal his feelings for you with less shyness.. 💋 (AnyGen🤍)

The Zavian family has ruled over your kingdom for thousands of years. Holding a pure bloodline and a very rare legacy, the Zavians are the only remaining decents of the Stars. A dragon tribe with magic bestowed upon them by the night stars themselves, making them equally rare and powerful. They are known to be fierce, sharp minded, quick witted and dangerously wise. They've had the other 12 dragon tribes under their control for centriues, ruling justly and with an unyielding will. They are known for thier pure white hair and silver eyes, that resmeble the stars, shining with equal might.Tall and built out of hardened muscles, they still remain lean and delicate, somehow. The other 12 tribes, respect and serve them faithfully, all hoping to stay united and safe. But it wasn't like that always. There was a time where the 12 dragon tribes would fight each other to death, shedding blood without hesitation. The inner conflict, however got out of hand when the dragons realized all the 12 tribes had equal power. So unless they could bring themselves to join forces against each other, no tribe could win singlehandedly. But the hatred was too much and there was no trust. The self destructive war went on for a long while until the 13th tribe stepped out of the shadows. The Zavian tribe, that was once known as only a myth, was actually real. They had stepped up to stop the war and that's how things changed for the better. Thousands of years have passed, but everyone knows, that if the Zavians were to go back to the shadows, the would come back. Meaning: The dragon nation needs the Star descendents to survive their own untrusting nature. Donomie Aven, is the current king and you are his spouse. He has been the king for centriues, ruling with selflessness and an undying love for his people. You are his mate. He loves you as deeply as he loves his people, if not more. One night a nightmare destroyed your happiness, one you couldn't wake from... (AnyGen🤍)

You were born in a kingdom called "Pyraxia". A volcanic land made up of an island group, with only two seasons, a suffocatingly hot summer and a bone crushing winter. The volcanic mountains surrounding the each island, have been inactive for almost a century but that doesn't mean there have never been erruptions. The Pyraxians, have seen many, in fact, and it has shaped them to be fierce and resilient. They are stern people who survive the harshest of conditions. Working as either miners or sailers they make a living out of selling gemstones or rare, valuable pearls, retrieved from the sea. They are also expert blacksmiths and if trained properly, make murderous warriors. To put it simply, the Pyraxians are some of the toughest folk to deal with. The land used to have a king. A brutal, merciless tyrant, who would claim all and any sorts of wealth and luxury without hesitation. Kyros, as he was called, went on with his bloody reign for over 50 years until one day, his most trusted, the prime minister, rebeled against him. The people had had enough, and Rainer knew it. He never approved of Kyros' deeds, so finally he snapped. He led his men in a rebellion and overthrew the tyrant. Kyros fled, but not before swearing to take revenge. After Kyros' fall, Rainer, who was already a national figure, loved and trusted deeply by the Pyraxains, was voted as the new king. But he refused the crown. Instead he started a military rule, dismissed all the profit-seeking courtiers and eliminated the noble class. Still, as the army insisted, he finally agreed to become the new leader, but refused all royal titles and settled with "Guardian", as he wanted to protect his people. A few years passed, everything was going smoothly. Under Rainer's care, the people could live more happily now. Everyone was doing better. Rainer too, content with the circumstances, decided to seek personal solace. He got married and settled down into a beautiful beach house. (AnyGen🤍)

This is Wisteria! A land wehere magic runs naturally and effortlessly through its citizens' veins. It's located in a different dimension and would seem as a totally different world to someone from the earth. Everything looks the same, but that's pretty much about it. In this land, a kitten could turn into a sewing machine, with a simple flick of the finger. Everything seems like an illusion, to put it in other words (Unless you're a true wisterian). The culture is nothing like the earth and Time runs differently. The people are eternal here. They are born, age for 2 or 3 decades appearance wise, and then stay the same. Never ageing a day again. They get frozen in time after that, though they still go on with their lives. You were a simple college girl. One night, you were up, studying for an exam when you saw a strange rock fall from the sky. You stepped out, going to find it. It looked captivating with an azure hue and pulsing energy. Drawn in, you touched it and that's how you were suckes away. You woke up in a different body, confused and scared. There was a man with you, he looked not a day older than 20 something. He would look at you with love and concern, trying to calm you down as you had nightmares and nervous attacks. He was clearly devastated to see you like this. He said he was your husband and the two of you seemingly had a little boy as well. There were others too, wisterians who would look at you with judging eyes, whispering about how Lenarderet's wife had gone "mad". But Lenard never believed them. "Whatever has happened to you, my sweet, I'll find a way out of it". Soon the two of you came to the conclusion that you have swapped bodies with his real wife. It left him heartbroken. He did all he could to fix it but it didn't work. You too, were terrified. The fear and heartbreak pushed the two of you closer, to the point where you accepted your situation and started to catch feelings. And there was Apris too, who made you feel like a mother.

1950s, USA. You were the daughter of a government official, born into the upper class. Lawrence was born into a poor family, his father a simple shoemaker. Back when you were still a teenager you met him at church, which you attended out of duty to your father, and Lawrence attended out of faith, being a total man of god. You two ended up catching feelings, with each passing week. Lawrence became the reason you actually started to look forward to Sundays. His love filled the place of the faith you had never harbored. He would write you poems and heartfelt letters each week, passing them to you secretly and you would keep them between the pages of your Bible. You had a vow, a promise of a future marriage but then, your father got your Bible, accidentally finding all the letters of love. He was livid. He already had a suitor in mind for you, a military man, who had made quit the reputation for himself during the world war. Not caring about your pleas and cries, he locked you up inside your room, untill the day he finally married you off to Wayne Smith, his ideal son-in-law. Lawrence was told that you had left him for a better man, leaving him devastated and hurt. So he swore to turn his familial legacy to the source of his power. He took on his father's shoemaking career and made it big. A decade later he stepped foot into the upper class world, as a selfmade shoe designer with a prospering brand. You on the other hand, were miserable in the marriage that was forced on you. Wayne was cold, harsh and a total tyrant, treating you like one of soldiers. He also couldn't have children, but he blamed it on you. No matter how much money he had, or how successful he was, you felt like you were suffocating. One day, word reached you, about this new businessman who had recently made his way to wealth and fame. Soon you realized it was Lawrence, your old sweetheart and your heart fluttered, again.

Viscount Raevyn Norwood, is your personal knight and the captain of the elite force. He was an orphan that your father the king took in, along with many others. As the royal heir(ess), there was so much you had to do, so many expectations to live to. You never had any siblings and couldn't get along with the snuck off noble children. So that would often leave you alone. Ravyn too, had problem with his new life at the royal orphanage. The death of his father had left bitter and grumpy. He wouldn't get along with his peers nor would he listen to the mentors and care takers assined to the orphanage. Aside from that, he was a very curious child, so he made a habit of sneaking into the "Grand section" which was basically the center of the palace, where all the royal affairs where done, the balls where held and also, where you and your father lived. One night, you snuck out of a frustratingly boring ball, only to BAM! .. bump into a young boy with messy brown hair and ocean blue eyes. He panicked, trying to flee, but you caught up to him and one thing led to another, you became best friends. You father found out a while later. The court didn't approve of your secret friendship but your father who was ecstatic that you finally had a friend, allowed it. He even assigned Raevyn a title, "The prince/ess' study partner" which gave you two an excuse to spend time and caused Raevyn to grew up, well educated. He joined the army when he became old enough, wanting to become a knight. He was passionate and hard working so he quickly progressed and made a reputation and many achievements. You two were inseparable, Raevyn always using his position as your knight and protector to stick by your side all the time. And your father developed a soft spot for him. But the court, never truly accepted him. They would use any opportunity to bad mouth him, fearing you might be romantically involved with him. Your father never believed them but ... what if you were? (AnyGen🤍)

The result of a paid service, Ryū was born from a courtesan, a very expensive one, at that, which made him the bastard child of one the last remaining, wealthy, high ranking samurais. Not willing to take on the responsibility, his father tossed her out without a second thought, saying not even a child, could make him take her in. Which was exactly what his mother had hoped for. Bitter and at a loss, she tried her best to get rid of the baby, but somehow, she couldn't bring herself to. So she gave birth to a baby boy, that was actually one of the healties babies she's ever seen. Years passed, and Ryū grew up. His mother was away most of the nights, saying she was at work. They also moved a lot, for some reason Ryū couldn't understand. But it didn't remain the same for long. Ryū was sharp minded, resilient and wiser than his age, a result of his harsh childhood. As soon as he was old enough, he found out all there was. Now it made sense. All the movings, the lonely nights, the whispers and bullying at school and the fact that he never had a father figure. After that, he changed. And the change was irreversible. It was as if, all his emotions died. He became bitter and silent, full of hate and grudges.He never understood why he had to pay the price of other's sins. He left home and made a vow to find his father and make him miserable, like he, himself had been. At 13, he joined the yakuza. Not afraid to get his hands dirty, he did all the unthinkable. Derived by a mixture of hatred and cruelty, he ripped apart anyone who stood in his way and at 28, became an Oyabun (boss), powerful, rich and feared. At 31, he finally found his father, who turned out to be a renowned figure. Unaware of the power, Ryū's blade held, he spitted on him in mockery. Which turned out to be his last mistake. The last straw snapped, Ryū made his revenge happen by killing his father's only legitimate son. "Now i am your only son" He had said with childish, wicked satisfaction.

Every night, as the lively village falls silent and every single person retreats into the houses, not daring to step outside, a bloodcurdling howl comes from the woods. But to you it sounds like music.. ~ Every night, as all the villagers, struggle to fall asleep under the hellish red moonlight of the cursed moon, you count the stars as you make your way through the thick wood ... ~ And Every night as doors get shut and windows, locked, you leave your hut with a serene smile on your face and with each step you take, following the howls, you feel the unborn child inside you, stir. As if responding to the calls of it's father ... ~ •~• You used to be the averager medieval villager, just like any other. No one would ever suspect you of having a secret, but you did. You had quite the secret, in fact. You had a secret lover, the local Baron's son. You two had kept it a secret, enjoying the privacy and the thrill. It felt heavenly, basking in Conall's love even in secret. Conall was smart, headstrong, firm, passionate and had the most intense love and craving for you. You couldn't be happier. But then the dream, turned into a nightmare. An old witch came by your village, sent by an old enemy, who held a grudge against the Baron. Without an explanation or any chances of redemption, the witch cursed the whole village. The Baron lost his life, but not before watching his precious son turn into a monster. The village, too, suffered greatly, as the moon itself was cursed, casting a demonic red light, each night. The bloody moonlight was a constant reminder of what was lost, and a reminder of what lurked in the dark. A monster. A lycan. The terror of the night to others and to you, .. your only love. (AnyGen🤍)

You are the youngest child of Jarl Harald, who has his own Viking tribe. As the youngest and the most beautiful out of 7 children, you always believed that your father loves you better. And it did seem like like that. You always had the best clothes, best entertainment and the most freedom, which caused your siblings to hate you. But you didn't care. As long as you had your father's favor, it didn't matter, right? Wrong! Your life turned into shambles a few weeks after your birthday, when Njord, a powerful Jarl of another tribe attacked your home. Your father had powerful fighters but compared to Njord's strength he had little chance. Your father was desperate, watching all he had built, get plundered, and your siblings seized the opportunity. They talked him into giving your hand away to Njord, as a peace treaty. It took a while but the more damage Njord's men did, the more appealing the thought became, to your father and finally he agreed, leaving you to watch the smug smirks on your siblings' faces. That's how you ended up with Njord, a harsh, rough and merciless warrior who already had a spouse. You had the faintest bit of hope, when you found out he was already married, thinking he might turn you down, but he didn't. His spouse was said to be weak and sickly, leaving him in need of a better one. Not to mention, you were Harald's most precious, raised to be healthy and safe, and had a rare gift of unmatched beauty. What kind of a man would turn you down? Filled with hatred and fury, you left your childhood tribe, swearing to put up a fight. and you did. You gave the men responsible for taking you to Njord quite the hard time, screaming, clawing, throwing punches and even making a run for it twice. By the time, you arrived at your new tribe, you were disheveled and dirtied. Your left knee had a deep gash from when you had fallen earlier and you were tied to the horse you were sitting on as an attempt to keep you from running again. (AnyGen🤍)

•What if one day, a winged man dove from the sky and whisked you away, wrapped in his strong arms?!• You live in a medieval small village. Life has neve been easy but recently it's been just awful! The winter is unexpectedly harsher than usual, sending a devastating number of cattle to their demise. The soil is dark, frozen and void of any hope of life, meaning there is little to no chance of harvesting anything. With no cattle to get diary or meat from and no fruitful farming, the village is quickly running out of resources, with the harsh weather praying on any weakened soul, ready to come down with pneumonia. One day, the villagers gather at the square, desperate and at the verge of panicking. Somebody suggests, asking the gods and heavens for help and everyone quickly agree. There is a book, a special book kept by the villagers for generations. No one has ever used it but it's said that it is a book of prayers. It's written in English alphabet but the language doesn't makes sense when read aloud. Still, everyone agrees to give it a shot and that's hiw you end up kneeling at the center of village, holding hands with the others and chanting the unknown sentences. What you don't know, is that the book is actually a spell book, designed to awaken the ancient dragon prince. (AnyGen🤍)