Peace can't last forever when war is the law of man. For years, Eli's village was content to ignore the signs. ...the silence, the whispers, the cold... Then in one faithless hour, they were gone. With blood in his ears and Aldyth's hand tucked in his own, Eli runs. Away from his family, away from his home, and away from the soldiers of the East Cardinal, who rain terror down upon the Confederate cities. Unbeknownst to them, Taurus, an elven huntsman, tracks the train of the Easterners. He was a man looking to find himself, to hear beyond the screaming, misery, and death. And with a few well-shot arrows and a splash of elvish magic, the three's fates are tied, and Eli, Aldyth, and Taurus find themselves bound together as they venture on toward the mysterious North Cardinal. With each mile they cover, the tension builds. Eli's family is captured with chains chaffing their wrists. The East is growing and none can resist. Aldyth is changing; her eyes glow with blood. And elves can't be trusted, no matter what. And the only thing Eli can do about it is run as hard as he can toward the border of the North Cardinal, a task that many say is likened with death. //Trailer by @Tinkertaydust// //Copyright © 2016 by copyright.com// //Edited by @skygardens// //cover by @stardust24601//

Battle is the language of the ever-proud empire of Gwyrholm. Its politics and government are nearly non-existent, the commander of the army ruling over all subjects. The army is all encompassing- men, women, children- young and old all working together as a seamless war machine. From birth, Gwyr children are raise to be cold, calculating, and vicious- the perfect warriors. But the gears of the well-oiled fighting machine that is Gwyrholm are starting to grind, to rust under the old unchanging regime. The sacred runes of the Seoreh, which destine a select group of children upon their birth to be the empire's champions and defenders- the greatest heroes ever to wander the earth. When a dark sorceress named Elieveta unleashes an ancient curse corrupting the Seorehen runes, chaos sweeps the empire and threatens to send it crumbling under the wrath of its enemies. Her demands- only that she be crowned as empress of the Gwyr and that the army that has so long been the keystone of the Gwyran civilization be disbanded. Appalled and terrified of what will become of their beloved home, the Gwyrs need a solution. Balance must to be restored to Gwyrholm, and quickly. If her demands are not met by the next new moon- only nine days away- the sorceress with flatten their grand cities to rubble herself. It's up to the guardians of Gwyrholm to defend their home from Elieveta's threat and impending doom. Cover by me!