Force of Nature

Our land has no name. It did once.

We had an identity. Then.

There was a border. Once. Now even that has gone. The divisive line between us and them blown away as if it had been a light, unsubstantial, meaningless line drawn in the sand. How could one line mean so much? A line. Not even one visible to the eye, but one which was seemingly ever-present, unchanging... permanent.

It had let both lands prosper.

Our land lay towards the North. It was an odd-shaped nation; one large land mass and numerous surrounding islands. It was a harsh land, but I have never seen a more beautiful place. Filled with heathered moors, crystal rivers and forested glens, it was a land that would not look out of place in a fairy tale. Magical and timeless, it was richly steeped in tradition, myth and culture. Truly, it was a wonder to behold.

Yet, like all good fairy tales, there was evil.

The South.

They were our downfall. Far superior in number, mass and appetite, they began to greedily eye up our land. And what could we do? What forces we could muster, simply became lambs for slaughter. Fodder, for the Southerners seemingly endless bloody hunger.

And then we fell. Crumbled.

The South gained and we lost. Everything.

A/N: This is just the start of the prologue, please read the whole thing before reading chapter 1.
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Long before she was born, Maisri McDonald's world was ravaged by war. A war between the North and South. The South won but now the North is fighting back- partially spearheaded by the fearsome Maisri.

On top of this there is someone new coming to the North. Who are they? Why are they coming? And what will this mean for Maisri McDonald- Raider, Chieftain heir and possibly 'Saviour of the North'?