Chapter One:
In the town of Renfeld, we grew up together-Cyrus, Taylor, and I. It was a small town, near our country's border with the elven kingdom of Risorgia.
We spent the days of our childhood in relative peace and tranquility. King Rowan ruled over the nation of Volstris with sound judgement, and with his citizens in mind.
There were other children in town, a few of which whom I knew. Their names were Reginald, Fern, and Skarl, and they often played together. Skarl and Cyrus were rivals, and would fight whenever our groups crossed paths. If things ever got too rowdy, we would be scolded by our town elder, who went by the name of Oak. He would say to me: "Zaern, you must try to keep Cyrus out of trouble, you're the only one he will listen to."
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Divided
FantasyWhen an evil villain takes over the kingdom of Volstris and orders his soldiers to burn down certain villages, Zaern, Cyrus, and Taylor must flee the country. Along their journey, they will all have trials to overcome.
