The Twelve Stars
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The gods knew Ragnarök was inevitable. What lay uncertain was the new world that would rise from its ashes.
In New Midgard, not everyone believed in the old gods. To unbelievers, they were just legend and nothing more. I knew better.
It was only centuries later that unbelievers became believers when news of children possessing godly powers reached word to the Empire. Threatened by their abilities, King Starbringer passed a new law which forced others like me to go into hiding.
After an encounter with the Empire's Guard, I am told to find the rest of the Twelve before the Empire can. But first, I need to return the Allcron Stone, a safeguard of the gods powers, to it's rightful place in the roots of Yggdrasil. The World Tree.
The Empire won't stop searching until they have all Twelve of us. And we know that their mission will be futile without the Allcron Stone.
Restoring it is our only hope.
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