TristanTripp
A world still torn from the Dragoncall calamity. Beasts that once lay still in their own places of rest rose to overthrow the Gods that built these lands. But that was 600 years ago. Generations have passed since then, yet still we see the influence of that day. And still, the Gods are absent. The laws have changed. The people still broken. Every piece of this world feels hollow.
Magic is all but absent now, however when tragedy befalls one family; rumors of a spark begin to spread. They say it's returned, but how? And will this world reject it? Or allow its presence to start a new.