A corrupt King sits the throne. The last generation of heroes have gone extinct. The lands are as green and as promising as they ever were. The Gods watch with interest and they wait. As next the next uprising comes from the most unlikely of places. A slow burn novel.
It was not only its colour that was out of the ordinary, but its strength. The locals had claimed that they'd even seen the creature doing war with a bear. It had defended its territory with an aggressiveness, and had even started wandering into the nearby village, to eye up the villagers, and start claiming their homes as its own territory.
More than a handful of hunters had already tried pursuing it, but none of them had been successful. Even against arrows, the stag seemed to either dodge them, or find a thick place to allow them in its hide, before snapping them off somewhere once it got away.
She'd travelled far for this, and as Oliver watched through her eyes, he found himself enjoying the hunt just as much as her. "His blind spot, Nila," Oliver said, as if he had any advice to give to an expert hunter like Nila.