FIRST BOOK OF THE CHRONICLES OF FANTASILIA SERIES 𝘈𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘦-𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘺. 𝘈 𝘵𝘺𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯. 𝘈 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳. Xanthiene Vivenca's life drones on in a cycle of finding her next meal, ensuring the house won't collapse, and surviving until the next day. Then, a boy with cloud-white hair ruins it all by crashing through her roof, along with a set of problems tying her to the fate of the island. With the Human Queen terrorizing the kingdom, friends to save after falling victim to a wicked system, and a power she could barely understand, let alone control, Xanthy finds herself working with complete strangers to bring down a regime. Secrets unfold. Certain truths are revealed. A war beneath the island's surface finally bares its fangs. Now, Xanthy has to save her friends and herself before it's too late. ˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°• © 2018 (First Edition) © 2021 (Second Edition) [90,000 - 95,000 words] [Cover by @Moxartx ; Text & Graphics by @Exequinne]

We are farmers. We are fighters. We are families. We live. We die. We are Vikings. This is the honest truth of our lives. This is everything I've ever been taught about who we are laid out in a few short sentences. There were never any lies. There were never any secrets. Everything is about to change. ---- (Completed)

TW Sexual assault Domestic violence Highest Ranking: #4 in Betrothed. #7 in Viking "I told you not to move," the brute said as he turned back to her. His face was blazing as he took her in. She had disobeyed his order. The brute took several long strides before kneeling beside her. Aila tried to bat away his hands as they reached for her. He wrapped one fist around both of her wrists to stop her from hitting him. "Nay!" He demanded. Another figure moved closer. A brute with short black hair and harsh jawbones. He was broad shouldered- not quite as burly as the first man- and muscular. He wore similar clothes but of darker colors. "She is a pretty one," he said with a devilish smile that didn't quite meet his eyes. He walked through the grass, his boots thudding loudly. "You planning to share?" "Nay!" The brute holding her said with such force. She shuddered at the authority he used. "She is mine!" "No," she protested with a hoarse voice.