Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Book cover for a book I might be writing, see my latest announcement for a little prologue. If you can't, or just are to lazy to look, I'll paste it here:
"Those born in fire will only rise when forests tumble and rivers crumble"
Smokepaw believed all his life that he was the one in the prophecy. It all made sense. His birth. He was born at sunrise, when the land was ablaze with sunlight, a torch in the void they call night. His name. Smoke is born from the wild flames of fire, a ghastly fog reaching out with swirling thoughts and gaping paws. He was the one destined to dethrone his enemies, the one destined to rule the lands, the one who was special. Not her.
She was beautiful, she was fierce, she had look of a hawk's keen gaze. Born out of fire. She was the one.
But how? Why? He had been showered with praise at every skill he possessed. He had claws sharper than wolves, speed similar to a peregrine falcon, and the wits of a snake. He deserved to be the one, not her! What did she have that he didn't?
Just do you know, - I might abandon this, as I do with many of my projects
