History Rewritten

History Rewritten

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After a second war is barely averted, Erdas still struggles to survive. The Evertree is the source of all life, and she has decided Erdas cannot continue to survive the way it has been. Changes need to be made. Those who ignore history are forever doomed to repeat it and everyone (Great Beasts included) seems to need a little reminder. Too many times have The Protectors of Erdas, be they human or beast, have stood back and watched as war wreaked havoc upon Erdas's surface. What better way for them to change then to hear the stories of the future?
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It's time for war. The Chosen Eight are headed off the Stetriol for their final stand against the Devourer and his Conqueror army. But as their journey takes them deep into the heart of enemy territory, no one will leave unscathed. Who wins? Who dies? Who tells the story? (book five; last book in series one) Sneak Peak: I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. It thrummed steady, but quick. I gripped my spear and stepped into line beside Lizzie. Our shoulders bumped and I glanced over. She looked excited. I only felt nervous. Cerco stood at my feet, anticipation lifting his fur. "Now!" Olvan's shout rang out, followed by the ear-piercing bellow of his moose. No more time to think about nerves. We dove over the ridge and into the fray. There must've been a million Conqueror soldiers.

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