“There I stood, freshly molded, new to the world, even if the world was but seconds old. Ink and parchment in my hand. Knowledge in the fiber of my being. I was created for this. I was the first of my kind, but there were also the others.
There. The beginning. The catalyst. The Twelve emerged from their birthing, standing tall against the pillars of light, carving Ethindriil into shape. They were perfect—unscathed, and yet to be soiled by His new world, in which they were cursed to command. Some good and some evil, for He knew the world required balance.”
The Historian, Volume I, Journal I, Pg.1 (Year 1)
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Fate of an Empire (Book One)
Fantasy"You will know darkness. You will see it... feel it... You will breathe it in; the evil that is to come. It is my duty to show you, and it is your fate to learn from it." Rurik Kaster is a veteran soldier and a blood-tested, war-hardened champion f...
