" The time will come for the past of the future to converge.
And those which you always deny, surely shall emerge.
Wheel of the world will be put to rest,
Slaves of avarice will beg and confess,

'I have seen enough'

Sapiens deserve no more of the mother earth
For what good of a faith that has been spitted to dirt.

Thus, every corner of the sky will hear
The echoes of their trembling fear
Seven billion tears and seven billion cries
But not He who had severed the ties

For He heard nothing but seven billion lies "

Those are the lines of the last speech of Yars, The First Messenger. The chase for the Voice of The Dawn will always be a quest for every soul that live within Aerdrin. In a world where might and magic spins the universe, how will destiny reveal its lessons?

Aerdrin: The Lost Heir of The Sky

The flock of owls swarmed inside the class and swirling on the podium. From the swirls of owls, came a blinding greenish light and then in the following second, a mysterious figure has appeared before everyone in the room. 


He was a tall man of really pale skin. He has a pair of eyes with colorless iris, and under them were tired eye bags and long, vivid tear-troughs. He has long-loose grey hair that almost reached his hips and a beautiful emerald-jeweled circlet rests on his head. His clothes are really fair and utterly distinguished from the others. Ornated long white robes of a single sheet of fabrics wrapped his body from his neck down to his waits, all in a glowing white like some sort of a holy priest from old tales and legends. 


Chapter 84 - The Vice Chancellor