Chapter 13

Peace once dominated this world. And sadly, the only proof of its existence is engraved on deteriorated papers.

The once beautiful realm is now divided into four kingdoms, governed by each of their ruling classes. The Vampires from the Northern, the Werewolves from the Western, the Magicians from the Eastern, and outcasts from the Southern. Fates intertwine with each other, and yet they stray far from each other's orbits, almost but never touching.

Many yearn for the union, but some terrible mistakes cannot simply be bypassed, and thus, the ruins and the scars inevitably ruin all hope—perhaps, it may never mend. But there will always be dreamers, they say...

As I turn page after page, my hope dwindles. Southerners, outcasts for a reason...A land filled with monstrosities hell-bent on viewing what's beyond their reach. And I was one of them. Oftentimes, I question myself, am I an alter ego of my past? Is this even the real me?

Am I even good or bad? Good for n