Five Races used to wander freely throughout Aeirien. No more. The Magicians drove all the High Races except humans into hiding one hundred years ago. But amidst the horror and corruption of the Magicians rule there is hope.

A prophecy foretells the birth of a set of twins who will defeat the Magicians and end their rule.

To Rory, the High Races were a myth. That is, until she freed Luke from slavery at the hands of the Magicians and was forced to flee from the very people she thought were her friends. Soon Rory, Luke, and an unlikely ally embark on a race against time to stop the Magicians from wiping the other High Races off the map forever.

A/N - This is a story I wrote in high school that I've recently returned to and (seriously) revamped to reflect the level I am able to write at now. I've been posting it on Fictionpress (under the same username) but would like to share it here as well.

I'd absolutely love feedback. If someone wants to Beta I'm open to that as well... Anyway, I hope that people enjoy this.

Cheers,

​flames4thought

It's ok if you dazzle people onstage with your strangeness. It wasn't ok if you were a nobody... the girl you bought your soap or groceries from or the girl who cleaned your house... At least that's what Aeirin's experience has been.

So she hides in the open as an actress, hoping that her obviousness will cloak her presence from the people who want her dead or worse - her aunt and uncle being at the top of that list. Her strategy works for almost two years, until one night a stranger uncovers her identity and sends her on the run again.

Variations of this story have marinated/evolved/coalesced over the past five or six years. I'm gonna try and finally put pen to paper. I hope this works...

A collection of poems and short snippets of prose. Some of these will be old and some will be new.