50 leagues away, in Horthforn south of the capital City, a little hamlet, the citizens were just going about their usual, in some cases mundane, day to day lives. Ciera was a young, charismatic woman who just wanted the best for people. When she was young she found something out about her parents... or, at least who she thought were her parents. They were Skroolkind, the scroll readers.
Skrollkind were the only ones that had access to the aincient tomes detailing how the world, and all upon it, were placed into existance. It was in these very books that the reason the Errabor had a stone in the botom of it; how come the waters not only sustained life but also proloonged life, seemingly eternaly.
But now, Ciera's parents were dead, and with them, all the knowlage of the old world. The world before the war. Oh, the war.
Ciera was the princess. She was The princess of Err, she lived with her brother, King Erik, near the main City. They had everything a royal family could ever want. Alas, they didnt have access to the ancient Skrolls.
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The Erabor Chronicles
FantasíaThe world of Erabor has been ravaged by war for decades only two people have a possibility to stop it. Will their shared past stop them from doing the right thing?
