THIRTEEN YEARS GO
Scarimor Village
The eerie howl of a wolf echoed through the quiet village of Scarimor, stirring a chorus of whines from the village dogs in response. The night had settled over the small town, a place tucked right at the edge of the veil between the Fae realm and the human world. Scarimor was no ordinary village. It was home to seers and hunters, with the seers using their magic to cloak the village from intruders, while the hunters stood as its fierce protectors.
A few years ago, Scarimor had been part of the fallen kingdom of Nyxvelyn, a prosperous land until the day it crumbled. The royal family had been slaughtered, the princess abducted, and in the aftermath, the seers of Scarimor veiled the village, concealing it from the prying eyes of the world beyond.
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