Every story has a hero.
Cale Tenebris was never meant to be one.
Born into powerful tennebris clan, yet denied the place within.
He existed as a shadow, a reminder of what he could never be.
But he refused to disappear.
If the world wouldn’t give him a place, he would take it.
If they wouldn't let him rise, he would drag them down with him.
He would not bow.
He would not break.
If he couldn’t be the hero…
he would become the monster they feared.
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“Wow. That’s an incredible backstory for a villain.”
I flipped through the worn pages of an old book, my only functional eye open wide.
“But where did this come from? It wasn’t here before.”
I’d read this romance fantasy novel back in my childhood, and as far as I remembered, Cale Tenebris never had a backstory.
“Did I grab the wrong book?” I tilted the cover to check the title.
[Curse of the Crown]
It was the same one.
“Did I skip this chapter before?... Whatever.” I shrugged, turning the page again as I slowly lost consciousness.
And then I died.
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This is a fictional tale.
The darkness within these pages belongs solely to imagination.
Any resemblance to real people or events is coincidence, or fate.
Reader discretion advised.
