Bastards were shameful things. That much is known to all. Their existence alone brought shame to their families, as many children raised under the shame of Bastards were never seen as Good and True, nor were they deemed as capable as their True true-born brethren. This was the reality Bastards must face. Many accepted this. Until one day, a Bastard Child of a Second Son from one of the Great Houses of Davarya went against the norm and made a name for himself. To prove he is worth more than the shame that was glued to his being. To prove that he is greater than even those considered 'Good and True'. And show that he could face even the greatest of odds and emerge victorious. Come witness as this Bastard fights against Society itself and proves his worth, from fighting Monsters, both Man and Beast, on the Battlefield to weaving and playing in the Great Game of the Noble Court. Will he survive, I wonder? That is for you to find out... ___________________________________ ___________________________________ An Original Story inspired by the Incredible A Song of Ice and Fire Trilogy, where our Protagonist goes against Societal Norms despite seemingly overwhelming odds. Authored and Written by AuthorAtAnAlley. Read on and enjoy this Story with a cup of Cocoa!

Through the Vast, Hidden Valleys of West Prussnika, the Towering, Red Groves of Polschnivia, the Great, Deep Lakes of Amerian, and the Titanic Mountains of Nesparia, The Realm of Imperia was a Realm that held the beauty of Fantasy and had a sense of Majesty and Awe to those unfamiliar with its Likeness. Residing in the Tenth Branch of the Empirator World Tree, the Realm was one of the few left that held life within. For in the Darkness beyond the World Tree Grove lay the Void, and within this Infinite Blackness were Daemons. Quiet and ever Preying upon the World Trees' Realm Branches, these Daemons hunted in Hordes of Billions, ripping through Realm Gates and invading Realms like a Dark Swarm of Ethereal Flesh and Bone. You must be asking, how could the Mortals of the Realms survive against these Daemonic Invasions? In Imperia's case, The White Cross Legions stood sentinel across the Realm, with Millions of Legionnaires guarding the Realm Gates at various points within Imperia's Vast Lands, repelling Daemonic Invasions from going any farther into their Realm with utmost Duty and Courage. And now, a Young Man dreaming of Greatness and Glory must do his best to one day serve the White Cross. To make his Father Proud and uphold the wishes of his Mother... Long lost to the Abominations of the Void. (All Rights Reserved to me and those with reasonable requests.) (This story is entirely Original with no outside Elements within it.) (Cover Art is credited to Playground AI because I'm Broke and have no Talent.)