Rising High
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  • Reads 1,601
  • Votes 132
  • Parts 6
  • Time 48m
Ongoing, First published Aug 18, 2014
Mature
It is 1086, England. A time where a man couldn't walk the night without his own death on his mind. Where not even the wealthiest, nor the most impressionable ever stood a chance. No longer does it matter if you are a peasant or a Baron... You are all scared of Him. What are we all in this world? Nothing more than a pawn on the chessboard that is England.

Who is Him, you ask? And I reply in a hushed whisper, afraid of being heard. He is the rebel King. He who killed our King. He who was orphaned. He wants revenge now. Stand back, do not enter this dastardly world for you are sure to burn...

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Mature content of sexual and violent nature in future
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