A/N : Alright, this is my first fanfiction in this archive and/or style, so go easy on me!
*Note: This has absolutely no relation to the Bloodoak trees mentioned in the Edge Chronicles, as I just learned of the name correlation now.
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a caution
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Bestowed upon the bark of the Bloodoak tree are these books of truth, futures withheld into the great power sealed within the magical wood, in which none can compare.
Written in the ink of the scarlet sap, these pages hold not only the key to the futures entangled among the prince of lies, but among the magic alike to none in the lands; that of true love in a cold heart.
These books, told by the rings of the deadened tree of Bloodoak, are no folklore. These are the futures of the chance prince, where all of these futures can happen yet only one will prevail above all.
Take note, weary reader, that these futures are forthcoming. Do not meddle in the lives of those involved, as doing so will destroy these pages and the very magic upholding the futures of the realms.
After you've seen the power of the Bloodoak tree in the magical futures you will soon hold knowledge of, return this to its original place of resting, and never return.
The prince of lies only has one future for him; that of the love with a human woman whom a future without magic would never allow him to have.
A future without magic is a future without the Bloodoak, who has sacrificed its magic to save the life of the prince, who without this sacred power, would never survive his immortality.
The Books of Bloodoak only have one future for the prince of lies and mischief.
That future is of magic and that of a thawed love, and that fact is something that needn't be compromised in all of the realms held around the kingdom this lies within:
The kingdom of Asgard.
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