It's been over three hundred years since The Wall first went up and the world turned inside out. Three hundred years for the Wild to consume what was left, mutations of energy making creatures that were once harmless into nightmares. The Wall kept the people safe, little bubbles of perfection in the hellish world the Great War had spawned. But this new world was all that was left to the ones shut out of The Wall. We found the Soul -- a little orb with a great amount of power, used by the Council to provide safety to those inside. And for the last hundred years, we were not plagued by the demons the Wall had wrought. Not until the Soul was stolen. Meet Rowan and Shane. One from inside the wall, and one from out. The two should never have met, until a raid brings them together. Now they're stuck in The Wild with no teleport, minimal supplies, and dangerous creatures at every turn. Magic is waking. The Wild is stirring. Let the Walls come crashing down. -- cowritten by ShatteredStarlight_ and aine_writes