The Girl of Ossetia

Hey guys! This is my new story- very fantasy and adventure- shaped by the god of Tolkien. Don't forget to rate and comment! Hope you like it!(:

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There is always a place and time for problems to come up. For fights to break out, for murders and raids to settle, but the day she was born was not one of them. For Ossetia was relinquished of its pains, its losses, and began to reform. The kingdom would become one again.

            Perhaps it was the way the wind had blown that humid autumn night that let the creatures know that there would not be peace for sometime. The greatest of all wars broke upon the soil and less than reverently tore apart the world of Corrigun. It ripped trees from their roots, spilt blood upon the sacred lands, and demolished every Kingdom established.

            The war was built upon the frustrations of the death of Ossetia’s King and Queen. For the mountainous, blood stained lands of Duager had sent their stealthiest, most blood lustful Orks after the mainland’s pride and joy, to take the Kingdom off guard and capture the land for it’s own. However far Duager got into their plans did not matter much after the Elves of Ossetia murdered the Army general of Duager, and shut down the plans momentarily.

            One thing led to another, Ossetia allied with the changers of Oanne and the horse gods of Aspura; Duager with the Centaur’s of Ekimmu and Dwarves of Foawr. The battle began in Ossetia, and then spread all about Corrigum, destructing the once peaceful lands into ashen oblivion.

            Among the lingering mortals left of Corrigum there were prophecies of hope, of rebirth of the lands. The hope lied in a girl of the Elven race in Ossetia. She would be birthed of the lower rankings on the first night of spring, and with her soul, mechanically begin to repair the Kingdom she belonged to.

            Her name would be Arrana.