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Graeae: Land of beauty and nightmares

Beyond the Frozen ranges and through the Twin peaks of cruelty, the world of men ends. And this is where the Lord of destitute hibernate. His army of monsters, the destitute, consist of orcs, ogres, goblins and whatever cruel creature one could conjure. They come to the land of men, plunder, murder and take their women as playthings. They take their blood and feed it their lord – feeding him strength. On another part of Deimo, closer to the borders of Deino, lives a boy. He is not like the others around him, for his hair is blonde and his skin is pale. What's more, his father's hair is red and his mother's blue. His name – Osmond Ward. He didn't know nothing of the world, for he was merely seven. He didn't know he had the blood of the spirit of fire and water running through him. He didn't know that his family was banished, for his parents belonged to different castes; they followed different gods, and gods are selfish in their followers. But when the monsters came to his village, and when they killed his mother, he couldn't nothing but watch. His father died on that day, trying to help him escape. When he was taken in by his uncle, he had only thing in his mind; revenge. But for that, he need to see the world and learn. A world of Divine artifacts and chants. A world of elemental spirits and strange energies. A world of elves, the followers of light; dwarves, the followers of metal and rock; lizard men, the follower of sands, and demi-humans, the followers of lightning. A land of beasts and monsters. The land of Graeae, a land of beauty and nightmares. Additional tags: #dark #grimdark #darkfantasy #revenge #elves #dwarves #asofai #tolkien #gore #adult

TheLastOne95 · Fantasy
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Locked memories

"What?!" Riley shouted and drew out his sword.

Ingram's eyes widened, and his lips turned to a smirk. "You don't remember," he cackled out a laugh. "You don't remember what happened on that night."

What is he talking about? What happened? A scar that was under his hair throbbed.

"You think you ran away to follow your dreams? For love? No brother–" Ingram walked around the table and started to close the distance between them. "–you ran because of guilt."

"Get away from me," Riley shouted and against his will, the sword lowered. He felt the throbbing of the scar increasing with each second.

"Me getting away won't stop it from being a fact," Ingram said in a low tone. "You killed your mother, not me. You – did – matricide."

"N–no, I didn't. . ." he was no longer talking to Ingram, he was talking to himself. Something started to stir inside him, a terrible vortex, an unending storm, and Riley was scared to look into the eye of it.