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    This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    ‘We aren’t that far from the edge,’ The boy thought to himself as he began to swing his body forward as he attempted to gain as much momentum as he could. ‘If I could just jump and-’


    ‘No. No. No. Not like this,’ Aurelius’ desperate mind filled with the many regrets that came with one recognizing that their time had come.


    Aurelius, be a sweet dear and ignore what your mothers are saying. It’s nothing but girl’s talk.” When they offered up a servant girl as a reward for his obedience, he would always blush and mumble incoherent excuses as he turned and walked away in embarrassment.


    ‘Father,’ The teenager’s thoughts turned towards the undisputed patriarch of his family. Whenever the glorious Witch King of the Dark Elven people would recount his many glorious victories throughout the vast and open world, Aurelius could always be found sitting somewhere close by. His father’s tales were a large part in bringing the blonde-haired elven prince to where he was now, desperate to create his own stories so that he could make a name for himself when the time came that he would be forced to find his own way in life.


    ‘Mom,’ Finally, his mind turned towards his blood mother, the Arch-Mistress to all of the empire of Dar''Nari and the first woman to be married to his father. Within the world of elven sorceress’s, she was without equal and was rightfully feared as someone who was able to incinerate entire cities or turn battlefields into a graveyard of death and rusted metal. It was said that paintings had been created from the chaos she had sown over her enemies. She would always boast to a mesmerized Aurelius that it was because of one such painting that his father had been drawn to her.


    ‘Aurelius,’ His mother’s voice called out to him from somewhere within the back of his mind, reminding him of the many times that she would force him to accompany her into her private laboratory whenever she was within the family’s massive fortress-home. She would always force the blonde-haired dark elven prince to be at her side at all times, even when the young prince was due to meet with his tutors. ‘A man of your lineage and upbringing should never be selfish towards a woman.’


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