Shards of a Glass Throne

Prologue

The one thing that life has taught me, is that you can never take anything for granted. Never take the bed you sleep on for granted, never take the friends you are surrounded with for granted. And never, ever take your parents and loved ones for granted. You will never know when they'll be ripped away from you in the most simplest of manners.

I was 10 when my parents and family was killed. In the war against the Malo we called them, the men of no hope and no soul. They all ruled under King Mazus Morelli, a king whose rule was full of sorrow and pain. He conquered lands of the free and turned them into waste lands of unimaginable pain.

He had banished all magic and power from the world, starting in his home land, Vernum. It really happened so fast, suddenly this small king from a land that was only really known for its trading goods, was taking over his home continent.

He killed and murdered anyone who went against him, and burned anyone or anything to do with magic. He rid the land of any thing that was opposed of how he thought. Thousands upon thousands of people died in his crusade, he tortured thousands and tore countries apart. You either supported him or were against him, and neither was the right choice.

He set up camps, in order to put all the thousands of people that went against him in one place to be controlled. He crusaded his way all the way through his continent, yet he was not satisfied enough. He then took over the Islands of Sepi Quereu, south of his continent.

killing thousands of more people and sticking fear into the hearts of the other continents. Still not satisfied with what he had, he then wanted to take over his neighbouring continent and the only hope left for the world. That is truly when the war started, continent against continent.

My story begins however, starts in a small town in the smallest part of the Sepi Quereu.