Caprea writes

Chapter One Twenty-five years after the first prophecy, two new prophecies had been made regarding the three children of Fagin. Maya, the first-ever daughter of the Royal Blood, had emerged as the firstborn child and the first female in sixty-nine years. Her hopes were to become the first queen of Berlin and to capture eight more kingdoms, making the Twelve United into the United Twenty. It’s almost thirty years now, and there has been no sign of the prophecy’s fulfillment. It was like the prophecy no longer existed. Fagin and Mary were now old and weak. If war were to erupt, the Royal Blood might fall. “The selection of a new ruler is nigh. The king and queen are no longer fit to rule the Twelve United or lead our people into the future,” Julius, a king among the Twelve United, declared. These words were spoken at the Meeting Central, a place where every subordinate king would gather to discuss matters concerning the Royal Blood. “I couldn’t agree more! Julius is right. We d...

  To Elizabeth, My Melissa 💕 by a boy who became a man for love Dearest Melissa, Messages of love and greetings I send unto thee. Thy love hath given me purpose both in life and in fate. I long to dwell with thee, to remain by thy side Until the strands of my hair turn grey, And until I am taken by the cold embrace of death. Dearest Melissa, I pen this scroll with a heart full of hope That I shall find thee once more. With the sky as my compass, I shall journey beyond ocean bounds and across desert sands, Until I feel the warmth of thee once again. She is my dearest Melissa 💕 The fire of my words, The love in my heart, The ancient flare that kept me alive. She is my world. A girl who inspired me to be greater, A wild beauty  Killing my heart with a spade. I will get back my Melissa, And I will kiss her again. Then I will write her name on my life  And in everything I write, I will give ...

  Chapter Three – The King of Roars Arc 1 – The King of Roars Location: The Forbidden Forest of Aerion Below the poisonous grass, deep in the Forbidden Forest of Aerion, hid King Ellion, General Thorne, and Captain Rethos with the formidable men of ten thousand. The moon glowed her baneful eyes, and the twigs of the forest erupted from beneath, laughing at them all. King Ellion: The kingdom of Elves! Today shall we march down and shackle their freedom! General Thorne: My Liege! Our enemies hath shown forth no sign of war! Shall I take to their heart, spears and arrows as our standard? Captain Rethos: Dost not such! The creatures of the forest shall hunt thee and take thee from the surface of Aerion. General Thorne: Yet we sit on the rusted twigs of Aerion; our men grow hungry, their steel grows thirsty! As the General spoke like a leader of heart, a certain knight who sat close to King Ellion heard their words and saw their minds. Now he wished to give wisdom — ...

  A Letter Binded By Love Written by David Caprea Do you ever feel the strings of pain, Striking the heart like a teacher with cane, Have your emotions poured like a drained cup, Thinking of joy, up is down, down is up, I will spring like flowers to you, Our bond tied together, a love so true, Our birds fly with but one purpose, To you, a poem I have compose, I promise to share your joy and pain, Knowing every feeling is with no gain, I will come like an umbrella during the rain, To cover you and keep you from pain, And when the senseless feeling of life shows, I will bring victory against all your foes, I promise to love you forever, For our love flows like an everlasting river. (To my dearest Melissa, to whom I use my quill for)

     Chapter Two  – Ash of the Green Folk Arc 1 – Ash of the Green Folk Location: The Forest of Menlo Menlo, the abyss of elves. A forest where the leaves drinketh blood, and the earth spit air. Yet, an omen unveils; a war broke from love and foe, a world, Menlo, to destroy. The shadow-lights of Menlo shineth on a hut, a royal hut; the embodiment of power, a magical forest of hate. Queen Velmira Althorin , ruler of all corners of Menlo, an elf with the smite of fire, fingers of enchantment, and the shade of ethereality. Queen Velmira: Ó mother nature! Land of Menlo begs! Give to Menlo, fruitful lands and peace grounds; and to our warriors, a fire in the leg. I hast seen the signs of war! I hast fingered my psalms in the forbidden twigs of Menlo. And now our earth spith fire, not air, My nose hath smelt through—and a war I have smelt. But her Majesty speaketh to no one but to him, Kaelor Varn , Menlo’s finest. Kaelor Varn: Your Majesty! Thou hath sp...

  The Great Voice Written by David Caprea When you glow like a Christmas tree, Unleashing your imaginations to a world so free, The joy of fulfillment and passion on it, It brings oceans close, with will and grit, Love is clean when the right person comes, Like the ocean sky, a dream of hopes, Spring to the world, the star you are meant to be, With the wavering joy, you have found from me, Let your passion speak to ears ready to hear, Release your beast, a fire so rare, And when the voice comes for you, Be proud of it, for it is what you do, Say to yourself, I was made to rule, Conquer doubt, a plague which hunts you, Speak to yourself, your inner fire! And see how your passion lifts you higher.