by ganm72
was born to save the world. That's why they have to kill me All my life, I believed the nightmares of the King of the Dead were merely restless sleep. I believed the ancient prophecy spoke of me. That I was the savior. I have been training since I was five years old to prove it. Yet, on the very day I was meant to claim , I was cast aside. I am not the savior. I am just an ordinary boy named Yasser. Or so I thought... until the dead began whispering my name. In a world of seven kingdoms, torn apart by war and long forgotten by their original purpose, a danger older than history itself awakens. The Sacred Fire that shields and guides humanity has an opposite: a Black Fire that grants the dead a life of pure malice and vengeance. And the owner of this fire is watching me. A little girl with crimson hair, smiling at me in my nightmares, promising that I will be humanity's redeemer. But who said that the one who saves humanity... is truly its hero? What to expect: Multiple protagonists whose paths are slowly converging · A world of seven warring kingdoms with ancient history · A prophecy that may or may not be true · The undead—specifically a faction called "The Grim" that I'm having way too much fun writing · A small girl with blood-red hair who terrifies me more than any monster I've created
