There laid land far north that no one but those that lived their knew about, a grouping of islands as long at the eyes could see.
The ocean so cold blocks of ice could travel for days through it.
The people living this far up would have been called savages and heretics if they were known about, life and belief different in their eyes and that for a good reason.
These people lived in a harsh environment where humans were not the highest on the food chain.
Something else was.
Blood thirsty wyverns, dragons with two hide legs and their front paws being their wings.
These flying lizards where the apex predators in these parts of the world, nowhere was safe from them, not the ocean, not the land and not the sky.
You either died or fought back.
With what scarce resources these people had they had long chosen to fight and this war of the species went on for generations and became part of their day to day life.
But the fates were stirring, some big changes rise on the horizon, threatening to destroy their way of life.
But who knows what this would mean?
All that is left is to wait and see.
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.Silent Flight.
Fantasy(2.5TH BOOK OF CRYPTIC SERIES / SPIN-OFF) Far from any known parts, far from the Solor and Kazaras, far from spirits, elves, and dragons, far from anything. Far up north where ice floats across the ocean in blocks, where there exists only winter and...
