The world is dead. Humans have flung themselves back into the Dark Ages and left to grow up from that mess. The wizard people help the humans to help them all come back from the hell that they have thrust themselves into with health services and taking down most of the ban on magic in public. Heroes are needed in this world and none have come. One in particular said he would come back when Briton needed him most, but he never did come back. Until now. The world needs heroes and they are coming back. Queen Arturia knows that her people need better land, for theirs is so cold and frosty. The borderland waste that serves as the border between Scotland and Briton keeps her from going north, but Ireland is still lush and green and there is a particular man who keeps her interest. This story has become epic and I wish to finish it for I have so much in my head. Please read. Please enjoy. And above all else, tell me what you like. Enjoy. |
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