City of the Gods: Prologue

AN: Please read Consort before reading this story. Thank you have a nice day.

Somewhere in West Sharia

A boy, brown-blonde hair filled with beads, feathers, and other kinds of charms, stood, staring at the smoke coming from the cooking fires of the manor in the wood. Few knew his true name, but most called him Rowan, after the tree which was growing beside him at this moment.

Rowan placed his hand against the tree for which was his namesake, and whispered to the spirits of the wood, who has done this.

They would come, from the northwest these invaders would come the forest responded. In greater number than before. They believe this to be uninhabited land.

Rowan looked up at the large house here on the edge of the forest and, with a purpose to his stride, he set about infiltrating it.

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