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EPITAPH OF THE UNDEAD by ANDREJA ASLAN
It was not war but a curse of love.
Once, both sides lived in peace.
Despite of having endless differences, they have co-existed.
Lycans have been lycans. Strigois have been strigois.
Each with packs and clans of their own.
Each with pairs of Kings and Queens that harmoniously reign supreme.
But then Kings fell in love. Two kings. One queen.
It was Helen of Troy all over again.
Lycans kill Strigois. Strigois kill Lycans.
And because of unrequited love, a brother was killed becoming a mere vessel.
Having no choice, a brother killed a brother. A king killed a king.
But a whole family was murdered in exchange.
Revenge after revenge. A chaotic world for the undead emerged.
Because of greed, weapons were created – Hybrids, they call
