TheLastOne95

Beyond the Frozen ranges and through the Twin peaks of cruelty, the world of men ends. And this is where the Lord of destitute hibernate. His army of monsters, the destitute, consist of orcs, ogres, goblins and whatever cruel creature one could conjure. They come to the land of men, plunder, murder and take their women as playthings. They take their blood and feed it their lord – feeding him strength.

On another part of Deimo, closer to the borders of Deino, lives a boy. He is not like the others around him, for his hair is blonde and his skin is pale. What's more, his father's hair is red and his mother's blue. His name – Osmond Ward.
He didn't know nothing of the world, for he was merely seven. He didn't know he had the blood of the spirit of fire and water running through him. He didn't know that his family was banished, for his parents belonged to different castes; they followed different gods, and gods are selfish in their followers.

But when the monsters came to his village, and when they killed his mother, he couldn't nothing but watch. His father died on that day, trying to help him escape. 

When he was taken in by his uncle, he had only thing in his mind; revenge. But for that, he need to see the world and learn. A world of Divine artifacts and chants. A world of elemental spirits and strange energies. A world of elves, the followers of light; dwarves, the followers of metal and rock; lizard men, the follower of sands, and demi-humans, the followers of lightning. A land of beasts and monsters.

The land of Graeae, a land of beauty and nightmares.

Additional tags: 
#dark #grimdark #darkfantasy #revenge #elves #dwarves #asofai #tolkien #gore #adult

Graeae: 
Land of beauty and nightmares

The grass grew beneath their feet as they walked. The leaves that had watched them have turned normal. The ground started becoming moist and the coldness flowed through their shoes.


They limped through Millerville with their heads held high. Percy and others came to their aid but they would not take it; the Wards were proud people. 


The doors of Mildew creaked and they went to their rooms; Beverly and Marigold to one and the others to the next. They fell to the beds and slept. 


In his sleep, Christopher saw himself as a baby raven. A cat was glaring at him from above with its green slit eyes. Its black fur stood straight and its ears were sharp. Christopher was a weak feeble bird with weak claws and a weaker beak. He cowered in the corner with his eyes closed. 


He heard caws and flaps and opened his eyes. He saw four ravens fighting the beast; two small and two large. They pecked and pecked and pecked and the cat ran away in pain.


"If only I was stronger," his mind whispered.


His goal