Vikter & the Dark Spire
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  • Reads 341
  • Votes 4
  • Parts 10
  • Time 1h 46m
Ongoing, First published Apr 02, 2019
Vikter knows that all who enter the Dark Spire are never heard from again, but he enters it anyway and quickly learns the dark secret behind the mysterious castle.

Join Vikter, a misunderstood lad looking for belonging; Airyn, a proud Elf ashamed of his past; and Sage, a wise mentor and brave warrior; as they battle the evil forces behind the dreaded Dark Spire in this page-turning fantastical mystery.
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In the final days of autumn, a young princess climbs her favourite tree clutching a folded star of paper to her aching heart. Contained within its crisp lines are recountings of her dreams and darings... and a plea that she might, at last, be welcomed home. With a kiss for luck, she tosses her star to the southbound winds, and stumbles her way to a crumbling cottage in the deep woods. Years pass and the constellations spin, her pleas have gone unanswered. The princess grows, and her uncertainties are buried beneath the gentle earth of spurned hopes. It is now, when she has almost forgotten how to wish on morning stars, that an invitation of smoke and dream light arrives, carried on horseback by soldiers of a different kingdom; the Dark Moon Ball might prove her salvation. She does not yet know that love is an exquisite, wretched thing and that wishes are fickle as wisp light. She does not yet know that paths of magic have their own sense of poetry, and walking them presses footprints into the deepest sands of self, remaining even as the stars and seasons turn. She does not yet know that home is where you keep your north star.