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“You can bring back everyone you’ve lost. It will only cost your sanity.”

The king is dead, murdered by an interloper from the future—a manic copy of his own son, hellbent on forcibly reversing a disastrous timeline. The true Damian Roswald—a hedonistic crown prince bereft of magical talent—finds his comfortable life upended by his father’s murder and assassins from his own future.

“There are none left who can judge us, so we must be our own executioner. That is the cursed fate of those few named Damian Roswald.” 

With politicians plotting his demise, his royal cousins scheming for the empty throne, and warring churches tearing the grieving city apart, Damian must accept the tragedy of his countless futures—or else, find himself doomed to repeat them. But can a mere mortal decide their own fate in a world governed by almighty angels? 

“Find me, Damian Roswald. And I’ll tell you why the stars fell.”

For three centuries, even the wisest men have accepted that the night sky was once populated by ‘stars’—until a terrible calamity plunged mankind into a Dark Age. From the darkness, the Roswalds rose to power, but few know that the first crown was forged with the blood of a slaughtered god…

Damian must endure countless tragedies and the consequences of his own future actions to reach the peace he desires—but could the true threat be hiding not in his future, but in his own distant past?

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A Thread of Broken Fate

Damian plunged into the water, the cold driving the breath from his lungs.

He gasped instinctively, inhaling a mouthful of frigid river water that burned down his throat. He coughed and spluttered beneath the surface, streams of precious air bubbling skywards.

The freshwater dragged him down, forbidding the buoyancy his body expected. With significant effort, he kicked off his shoes to lighten his load, and righted himself. Dispelling the natural fear of drowning was no easy feat, even for him; but he drew deep within himself, focusing on the core of his being, imagining the Flame at the centre of his soul.

Wordlessly, he invoked the Aspect of Power.

Flaming feathers sprouted from back, punching through his sodden coat, forming a pair of brilliant wings. The heat from the wings boiled away the water in a rippling channel of steam; and the light from the Angel's Blessing dispelled the murky depths of the river, chasing away the Deepshadow that slithered along the riverbed.

There! Sinking towards the bottom of the river, he spotted their bodies, limbs sprawled wide in a mimicry of life.

With a powerful beat of his wings, Damian propelled himself to the depths of the river. Towards the people he had to save.

a bridge to our future [kingsflame remix]