The Last Human: Brothers of Fate (Book 1)

Follow the story of Dylan Rancor in the fantasy world of Arkanthia!

~~(Except from The Last Human Series)~~

"I am Dylan Rancor..." he exclaimed, "...the last of the Rancor Residence! The last of the Human kind!"

The crowd cheered, everyone hanging on his words.

"Your forefathers foresaw my coming. They wrote about this day before you! The Hour of the Shaking!"

Another cheer, this time louder than the cheer before. The screams moved in a wave through the crowd in front of him, like the tides of Grandver Haven.

"You all have awaited my coming. You see me as a savior. The one who will end your suffering!" Dylan paused and looked at Lyra. She gave him a reassuring smile.

"But... I tell you now. I am not your savior. I am not a slave to some words on obsidian!"

The crowd gasped. Crying began in some parts, women and children falling to their knees, men ripping apart their clothes in anger. Rochin was no longer smiling.

"Your forefathers were wrong! I am no hero! That day... That day I found out what Rochin did to my father, to my brother, to my family, I swore... in that very moment... I would kill every last one of you!"

Dylan laughed.

"You were all wrong to welcome me here with open arms: gifts of golden Shecks and trinkets of wood! Wrong, I tell you, wrong."

Dylan raised his hand up, everyone watching, guessing what he would do next.

"Your prophet was wrong about me! I am not the White Mask, though you believe I am." In a moment of pure instinct, Dylan began to beat his chest with his off hand.

"Your forefathers were wrong! I am not the Quake of Fallen Earth, though you say I am." Dylan stopped beating his chest.

Dylan put his palm down on the floor. He could feel the stage touching the ground, and the ground touching all the Halorians.

"But... your forefathers were right about one thing! I am the Final Visitor, because I am the last visitor you will ever see!"

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