"His eye, his teeth, his voice, his humanity... remove them all. I shall create an unstoppable beast with this fine specimen."
The Third Prince of Faervalon, Elias di Kallene, mysteriously disappears in the mortal realm and loses all contact with everyone. To Faervalon's people, he is merely missing, but to the close group of the highest rulers, Prince Elias has little to no magical power left. However, it won't be long before all the kingdom hears of this tragedy after putting two and two together. Will Third Prince Elias be rescued before the rivaling clans take this opportunity to kill him and attain his former power?
In the mortal realm, human test subjects are scheduled for burial due to political complications. One is alive, but due to the urgency of the matter and the indifference of the supervisor of the process, the fact is overlooked. He narrowly escapes burial and vows to avenge himself and nine dead others who were in the same situation as him, but with worthless transplanted parts, wiped memories, and probably the weakest magical power in a land abundant with mages and wizards, how will he survive, much less fulfill his revenge on one of the most affluent royal ministers of the era?
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Jovan's world is small and medieval. It was once ruled by the good kingdom of Esis in the south, and the evil kingdom of Krona in the north. Those kingdoms are now fifteen years gone, victims of magic that escaped the control of the mages who wielded it in a final, devastating war. Now the land of Theris is empty and scarred by plagues of magic; most of the war's survivors, people from both kingdoms, marched eastward into the endless desert in a desperate bid for a new start. They were never seen again.
Jovan did not go with them; he lives quietly among a small village of survivors. Jovan also has an obsession; he has become enamored with Skyreach Keep, the seat of power of the old Dark Lords of Krona. After visiting the barren keep too many times, his village casts him out and banishes him to the endless desert. There he must find a new life, or better yet, wither and die under the scorching sun.
Jovan marches east, but he does not die. He comes across a small building, filled with technology which is thousands of years ahead of his own. The people who work there speak a foreign yet strangely familiar language; it sounds ever so slightly like the dark tongue of Krona, the language of the enemy. But these strange people know where Jovan comes from, and they understand his language. They are, after all, his descendants, and they trace their ancestors back thousands of years... to an exodus which for Jovan is only fifteen years past.
Jovan has walked out of the desert and into the future. And something evil has followed him.