The Sacred Cradle of Life
83000 B.C.
"There are voices.
All around.
All can listen, if only they pay attention, for when one truly hears, he is capable of holding the fabric of the world around him in his hands with no need of payment or consequence. For these voices are of great, ancient power, and in their hushed whispers, truth lingers like smoke after an extinct fire.
If only one can listen and understand... they are fate woven into words."
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The Shards of My Soul
ФэнтезиIn the northern royal kingdom of Arszden, nothing is as it seems. Being one of the oldest of the Fourteen Kingdoms, time has made its history both fact and fairytale, and to this day, nobody knows which is more accurate, either fantasy or reality. K...
