"That the world is falling apart has long since been a dead issue. Everyone has heard of it. Those who have seen it know what reality is, those who haven't either believe it or not. Either way, no one really cares. Not even the apocalypse could make a difference. Those who are lucky enough to live well don't care about other people's misery or how the world collapses, not even if their own children will have no world to inherit, and regardless of how much power they have, they only use it for their own benefit, while bringing suffering to others. And the worst is, no matter what nightmarish old or new ideologies they use to justify their deeds, the flock will follow. In the end, the story is always the same."
This is the story of a broken world, relentless persecution and superstitious hatred, a war against the darkest horrors of the human soul, and the damned who oppose and never yield to fate. This is not a fairytale.
What to expect:
A deep dark medieval high-fantasy with elves, dwarves, fairies and demons, magic and swords, romance and hatred, and a post-apocalyptic world. This is not a fanfiction of any sort, it's an original story that popped out from my head, and it's very dear to me. I'll be really happy if you give it a try!
Please read the short "Good to know" chapter before you dive in!
"How could you" She sobbed. I never felt such heat of her rage this much before. Her heart shattered in her eyes as it reshaped itself with hate and sorrow.
Everyone but me stood back, Heat raided off of her body in waves."Daiya.." I spoke softly and slowly approached her. She was just hurting and so was I. "Mom wanted to keep us safe". I gasped when I reached out to touch her and pulled back feeling the smallest of pain. I gazed at my fingers and saw my sensitive skin pink, was hardening by the heat. She burned me. She began to shake drowning in her grief. The heat increased growing hotter making me stumble back. "It should've been you!". She wailed out as she let loose of her power. We all flew back as it hit us hard But her words hit me harder than the blast. Because it's true. I killed her. ••••••••
A young woman is arrested for the crime of practicing the arts of craft. The punishment for that crime is death. But like magic, not everything is as it seems because She is mysteriously broken out of prison. After that day, Adelind encounters a small group. A dark skin girl and her little sister share an ability to manipulate nature. A tall scrawny bibliolater with glasses. A fierce female combatant and Two blacksmiths. As well as encounters with warriors, mystical creatures and more but as they dig deeper, she grasps that some secrets were left to be forgotten or kept shut behind closed doors.
Jade never knew how dark her past was, nor how dark her future would become. By a cruel twist of fate, she finds herself in an unknown land, facing a frightening future with very few beside her.
Join her and her caravan on an adventure full of magic, action, and even a little romance.
"You are the Seventh, what a beautifully cruel fate."