Arcanath
The World is ancient, a realm of magic and wonder, where dragons soar the skies and pixie tides roam the forests. But, as with all things, the World has grown tired, its grandeur dulled by the passing of eons. I, a scribe of the old days, remain, my purpose to keep alive the tales of a time when the World was young and full of wonder. And what tale shall I relate? 'Tis a tale of valor and of might, of sorrow and of despair, of mercy and of honour. The chronicle of one who, in his youthful days, rose to become the Kuza, the one and only, blessed with the power to wield magic and defend the realm from the darkness that threatens to engulf it. Yea, let us begin the telling of this tale, for the sands of time are running low, and I, an aged man, have not many days left.
Mr_STRANGE · ファンタジー
