Fifty seasons had passed since the end of The Sunder. Memories of the long civil war twisted my dreams into horrid shapes, until I only slept a few hours a night. The memories were part of me, though my old body and mind refused to accept them.
A little girl gets bullied by her peers. Her parents are involved in something greater than she can understand.
She finds a secret way out of the underground city which she lived in her entire life. What will she find in the strange new world above?
The savage cold of Meris chilled my body to the core. It threatened to crush me with its embrace, to choke whatever life was left in me. How could I forget those first days?
The King and his advisor exchanged whispers as the two monks and the Royal Protector stood patiently in silence. Lirios turned his head to face them. “You may leave now,” said the Royal Advisor. Tarnan and Nara nodded, and proceeded to the exit. Gélin hesitated. Just before the monks made their exit, he turned around […]
Small droplets of sweat formed on King Bevérian’s forehead…
A terrible sense of unease took hold of her, and she assumed the worst had happened down below.
They were too late.
You kept telling yourself that you were a force of good for the world… what a mess you made.
The Union of Six flagships roared in the distance, drowning all who can hear them with The Ultimatum.
“In 72 hours, this planet will be cleansed.
All life will be erased if your civil war does not stop…
The Prince furrowed his brow, “Come out, whoever you are! Who hides in the shadows of trees?”
An arrow whistled through the air…