The day was chilly and the wind whipped through my hair as I walked down the road to the market. The weather never seemed to change in this town since the Keepers came. The Keepers are a select group of magic practitioners and they are searching!
For what you may ask? They are in search for the 12th. There are rumors of the 12th whispered around our town and it is said that the 12th will bring peace to our nation. But in a land centered around war how is that ever possible? When we can barely look at each other without hate and rage. Every sensible person wanted to be apart of the Keepers . But no one could touch the ring . The sacred ring was said to touch the 12th. Almost everyone in the village has tried on the sacred ring, except me. I haven't felt the need to see since I know it could never be me .
The most hated person in town .
Yet I didn't have a choice .And as the Keepers came for me, and my small finger slipped in its golden metal , everything changed for me.
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The Sacred Ring
FantasyA summary ummmm...... the prologue is the summary. *in the process of being rewritten*