Jarrod_Smith_Write

In a world where medieval castles stand alongside neon-lit cyberpunk cityscapes, two young souls embark on a journey that will test the limits of hope in the darkest of times.

Daglan and Rozeree, adopted siblings with intertwined fates, set out across a continent teeming with diverse races and conflicting technologies. As they grow from innocent children to battle-hardened teenagers, their paths diverge but remain connected by the shadows of their past.

Rozeree, haunted by trauma she can't escape, seeks to forge her own identity in a world that seems determined to define her. Meanwhile, Daglan is driven by a singular purpose: to avenge his parents' murder and rescue his long-lost sister from the clutches of darkness.

But in this realm where swords clash with holograms and magic mingles with machinery, nothing is as simple as it seems. As Daglan closes in on his parents' killer, he must confront not only the demons of his past but also the harsh realities of a world where hope struggles to survive.

Will Daglan find justice and redemption? Can Rozeree outrun her demons and claim her own destiny? Or will the darkness that threatens to consume them both prove too powerful to overcome?

Dive into this dark fantasy where medieval lore collides with futuristic innovation, and discover whether the flame of hope can truly endure in the face of unimaginable adversity.

Land Without Hope

The rain swallowed their footsteps as they ran.

Koshu gritted his teeth, forcing himself forward. Blood poured from the wound in his leg, but the pain barely registered over the echoes in his mind.

"I will not leave his side till his death."

Koshu let out a bitter breath. "That damn Vilrux..."

Ahead of him, Silvas moved with purpose, guiding them through the war torn battlefield, her cloak drenched from the downpour. Koshu cast a glance behind him—Sabrael struggled to keep up. She clutched her stomach, her breaths sharp and uneven.

Koshu slowed, then wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet. There was no way he'd give up now. Not on his wife. And not on his daughter. Rozeree.

"She'll never be safe," Silvas's voice was tight, controlled, but Koshu could hear the fear underneath.

Koshu tightened his grip on Sabrael, his jaw clenched. "She will be. We'll make sure of it."

They both knew the truth. The past does not let go so easily.

The war they had left behind. The people they had betrayed. The country they had abandoned. It would all catch up to them one day.

But that was a battle for another time.

Prologue