In a thousand years

Prologue

Once in a thousand years, gates between worlds open.

Last time, long ago through these gates, unknown beings escaped in the seen world. Worshipped by humans, they were sometimes known as Angels. Invisible to the ordinary eye, they lived in shadow and solitude. But their arrival brought ominous things as well.

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In Midnight Castle there was an eerie silence. There was no rush, no whisper and no one to be seen. The whole building was hollow and lifeless. Darkness was everywhere and even in Leander's thoughts. At that time, he was in the castle's garden, a garden full of sadness and nostalgy.

Thorns surrounded everything, leaving the place colder. What once was colorful, now remained a painful memory, like a token of a long, forgot past that only brings melancholy sorrow.

That was the only way he knew this world ... and that was going to change sooner than expected. He just wanted to see for the last time the place where his soul belongs.

His gaze, concerned, was cast upon the moon as a last farewell from all he loved before.

In that gloom, illuminated by stars, the crimson roses, were bringing him a familiar fragrance ... smoke, fire, ashes ... like he saw countless times in his visions. This time it was no more dream ... it was a reality.
He knew what was going to happen. If it was fate's desire he would accept it.