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Tanterra
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En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement janv. 01, 2018
Many a century ago, when lifespans were longer and the bond between Magyc and Man had not yet been broken, there was a kingdom called Tanterra. Magyc ran freely through the streets of the kingdom, weaving into the lives of its Citizenas. Elements and Animals, not yet controlled or predicted by Man, chose worthy Citizenas to wield their power. The land was pure, the air clear, untainted by Tenebris, dark magyc. For centuries, the Draconem family ruled Tanterra in peace and harmony. Crown Pryncess Clarice Savanna Jeanine, Haer to the kingdom, had no reason to think that her rule would be any different. That was until betrayal ripped her family apart from within. Now hunted, Savanna is forced to watch as her people crumble under the pressure of greedy, disunited Rulers. It's more about avenging her family, about taking back her kingdom, it's about the honor of keeping a promise made millennia ago.
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