Prophecy's of a Banshee

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Axel|| My plan had failed. There was no other way around it. I had made a fatal mistake by asking about the damned creature in front of everyone in the palace. Zul! That old bastard had put the whole pack in panic. I was livid as I made my way back to my chamber. And that cowardly Marshall! Running away and turning his back on me! How dare he! If the trial had gone my way, that amber haired b***h would be locked up and my curse lifted! Why couldn't Ares just see it my way for once? Why did he openly defy me? Could he not see that I was doing this for all our sakes? I was tired of the pain I went through every time that cursed blood moon came out! I was tired of living in constant pain! I paced my chamber, apprehensive. That thing... the tattered robes... the veil that obscured it

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