"...And I want you to remember, even if they drive us worlds apart from each other, I will always love you." Those were the last words i heard from my mother as she was being dragged away by Highland raiders in the northern coasts of Warbound.
A war torn land that left many orphans and widows in it's wake.Feudal lords and kings that lust for money and power in it's Lush and bountiful land and dangerous Predators that seek refuge in it's mountains and forests from The never ending hunger of the High-dragons.
Life here was no doubt hash and unforgiving, Rumors about a Powerful nation that lies in the east threatens the rule of this land's Nobles, Minor factions that enslave small communities and politicians that use the name of religion as an excuse of their heinous crimes.
Men who have been exiled to Vagrant's rest are now forming Factions of their own, with the promise of taking back what they once possessed.
Female power is now at it's highest in The Isles of Anora. Where Men are being used as slaves while women fight the wars, and they're undoubtedly skilled in combat and excel at archery, The way their queen Anora rules is harsher than that of kings, any children that get born as boys will be killed and their means of reproduction has been using the "HighBorn" of the slaves.
The "kindness" and "good-nature" of the Saravia and Dashin sultans has become quite popular among the common folk as many of them now seek asylum under their care. But some people say that there are dark ulterior motives behind the behavior of the desert rulers.
Currently my home lies withing the western coast of Thornsland, a tundra that got it's name for having a little too much poisonous thorns for comfort, it's a Merchant dominated land that uses slaves as it's laborers to produce perfumes since the "good quality" Roses only grow in taundra, and I'm one of those slaves, and I live every day thinking that my mom is somewhere within The HighLands. So close yet so far away.
I Know that at my current state stepping more than a few hundred meters away from my master's home would mean me eating 2 meals a week instead of 4 and daily beatings instead of once every other day. Besides am still too young to be fighting my way through hordes of barbarians like the heroes of legends do.
Yet i keep trying Over and over and over.... and never stop, to know that the only family I have left is being thrown around by a bunch heartless savages doesn't let me sleep at night, Even when I'm eating my food i think that she is probably starving somewhere on the ground, that's why I'll never stop trying to get her back, So that maybe one day we can go back to the family we once were...
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LOWBORN
FantasyA High fantasy story that follow the life of a "Low Born" (Someone who was born into a poor family that serves a much wealthier family) as he tries to rise within the cruel and harsh world he lives in. #fantasy #highfantasy #adventure #magic #action...
