Blood of the Fallen

"Revival is to those who take the side opposite the grave, and those who we thought were dead have chosen their side."

The continent of Eswain was once ruled over by shape-shifting 'gods and goddesses' who have been long forgotten since their demise. In their place, 'Guardians' protected cities from fallen enemies. But what happens when the Guardians disappear, leaving children to control the fate of the warring sides?

Naomi would have preferred to keep all remnants of the war forgotten. She would prefer to keep her comfortable old life, without peculiar strangers arriving and insisting that she comes to an odd school filled with trouble. Without mythical creatures and prophecies and mysterious teachers. Without a destiny to stop the coming war.

Michael wouldn't have called his old life 'comfortable,' but he might go back if he could have. Before it was destroyed. Before he was mixed up in the growing war between spirits and deities. Before he came face-to-face with the scourges that killed the Shapeshifters.

-This tells the stories of Michael and Naomi. Feel free to read them separately. Hopefully there will be new chapters weekly! Sorry they're so long!-