The name is Bond, Shaman Bond. Better known as Drood, Eddie Drood. Yes, I’m one of those Droodsthe family who’ve been keeping the forces of evil contained in the shadows for as long as humans have walked the earth.
Recently I suffered a slight case of death, but thanks to Molly, my best girl (who happens to be a powerful witch), I got over that right quick. Unfortunately my family wasn’t so lucky. In my absence, Drood Hall was destroyed and all my relatives were killed. Which left me as the last of the Droods.
I didn’t much like being the Last Drood, I can tell youand then I realized that things weren’t as they seemed. Someone had activated a dimensional engine, sending my Drood Hall off to an alternate Earth, replacing it with a burnt-out doppelgänger. My family is still alive out there. Somewhere.
And nothing’s going to stop me from finding them
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