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Summary It was shocking for everyone to find out that they could suddenly perform 'witchcrafts' or atleast that's what they had called them in the initial days. Until people realising it's a cursed gift to the humanity. Like a rose.Prophetic words of the chosen one spread among the people. That one day the one to have been the most different would either banish the cursed gift or preserve it with destruction. People would stay calm only for a while. After all there's only so much one can control when every single human is granted with powers. So the rebellions start. The ones which tried to assassinate the royals. And the ones who just finally wanted freedom. But there would also always be a saviour. But when the gift is cursed.... So is the knight in shining armour. For, the armour will be tainted in blood. Blood that couldn't be washed away even with the blade. Or flowers. Or the honour of the ruler. Time can only numb the itch caused from the thorns on the rose. Time named this cursed gift as 'domains' as people honed their powers into daily uses. Passing their knowledge to the next generations.... Until death meets time. But alas, death would meet time when peace is bestowed when war is stopped. But the war? Oh it would never stop. Alliances can be made to break and mend over and over but the war would never stop. Or At least not until the crows took a taste of everything it had to offer. After all, crows are the means for death to meet time. The hopes for chosen one would be barely hanging in the void..... until the different one finally makes the appearance. And so does hope. And so does war.
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