The distinctive sounds of pickaxes hitting stone was something that all the miners had gotten used to. The things they were looking for was either ambrosium which could burn in many colours, zanite which was a strange thing that the more it was used the stronger and lighter it became and the rarest of them all gravitite which is a miraculous thing that it is not effected by the normal laws of gravity. The mines of the Ather were well known throughout all of the dimensions for there clean and safe air but one day all communications with the Ather were suddenly lost the dimension doors closed and the portals stopped working with no warning people of other dimensions were stuck in the Ather and some people of the Ather were stuck in other dimensions.
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The beginning of the End
Fanfictionwhen the dimensions are breaking down and there are creatures that have long been forgotten it is going to be a very dangerous time no matter what your species or rank and the person that is needed may be a god but he is also the last of his kind tr...
