Standing, admiring the adolescent veil placed over the innocent civilians of our fair land of Sylia, I wondered how long this would last. Peace. Tranquility. That what the ignorant travellers say when they passed by our land. Not that anyone passes by anymore. Not since the war. The bloodshed. The misery of our land. The only thing we can hope is that we can make it through the storm that will come after this period of calmness. The one thing I hope for is to live, truly live.
Sorry it's so short it was kind of a fleeting idea and I wanted to get it down before I lost it. If anyone is actually reading this please just post a random unique name if possible so not Ben or Rachel or something because although those are beautiful names I would prefer something more out of the box. Thank you to the two to three people who might read this :)
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The Institute's Prowess
FantasySet in another reality where the best of the universe are collected and trained to fight the biggest wars of the infinite worlds. What they don't realise is that their best is the... lets just say the one who needs to be questioned rather than anyon...
