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Weapons For War

Weapons For War

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Action and Thriller
In a world ravaged by war, racial tensions and social injustice, you'd expect a hero to suddenly pop-up out of the blue and unite everyone against some big bad monster. Well, I hate to disappoint, but I'm certainly not planning on doing any of that, I'm some powerful superbeing, and I'm certainly no hero. I'm just a traveler, or at least that's what I would be were I not a societal outcast. You see, in this world everyone, and I do mean everyone, elves, humans, half-elves, dwarves, etc. All of them, are born as a patron to a certain god. These gods, each govern a school of magic, within which each of their patrons is especially gifted, some more than others. I, however, was born to no god, I am a patron to no one. As such, I'm an exception to the rule, which meant I had to die. So I was hunted, I lived as a fugitive for most of my childhood, until I was found, and they left me to die in a forest. It was then that I was approached by a member of a long thought to be extinct race, a fellow enemy of the gods... Years later I met a girl, and well... This is where my story begins, a story shrouded in darkness and engrossed by light, a story with no hero, the story of a weapon built for war.
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BOOK ONE: Having enough courage to run through the woods and away from the people who convinced me they were saving me was not how I believed I'd spend my day. Yet, there I went escaping from the only place I knew existed in the world. Being held captive was too much for me, especially when these people wouldn't tell me who they were or even who I was. The first moment in my life I recall very clearly. I awoke in a dark room, with recollection of everything that happened in the world except for one thing. I had no memory of myself existing, I didn't know where I was or why these men kept me from leaving. Days after I first woke I asked plenty of questions, and yet none of them were answered. The only thing I learned was that I was not allowed outside because the woods heald the most powerful magic on the planet, the most dangerous magic. It was more than just bad men and curiosity about the forest that got me to leave, it was a pull towards something; towards magic. Once I was in the forest turning back was never an option, so I put it in my head that I'd keep walking until I found a civilization or a nice paved road that would lead to safety. But that never happened because the forest has a force living through it. Believing that the forest held something strange was the easy part but experiencing it myself was something totally different. I didn't expect anything normal but I didn't expect to be completly engulfed into the forest. I was led by an unknown presence that made me truly believe it was a living being, and in fact it is. I was innocent then, but now I know that anything can be hidden under a small platform in the woods with a secret bigger than the world itself. I was given life that day, until it all ended months later; the day I took my last breath.

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