Author of The Fractured Star Chronicles
Just a quick update on my first book in the Fractured Star Chronicles. I have pretty much finished writing and I will be reading through to make sure the story arc makes sense and flows smoothly. My goal is to publish towards the end of the month and start working on the next book in the series. Here is the planned cover art for book 1.
In the heart of the world, where mountains rise like the jagged spines of ancient leviathans, lies Caerthyn, a realm forged from the fallen body of Terrakhan, the Stonefather, one of the Seven Great Dragons of the First Age.
Caerthyn is not merely a land of stone.
It is a memory.
A monument.
A kingdom built upon the bones of a god.
When Terrakhan fell during the Sundering, the earth buckled beneath his weight. His ribs rose into mountain ridges. His skull became a plateau of thunder. His shattered spine unfurled into the longest mountain range in the world, splitting continents and shaping the destiny of every kingdom that came after.
From this colossal corpse, Caerthyn emerged, unyielding, immovable, and proud.
A Kingdom Rooted in History Older Than Mortals
Caerthyn is a land that remembers.
Every cliff carries the echo of Primordial chaos.
Every cavern hums with Terrakhan’s lingering resonance.
Every glacier cut ridge whispers of the ancient war that broke the world.
The Second Age introduced mortals to the land, yet Caerthyn existed long before them, before languages, tribes, or politics. It was one of the first realms defined by the physical leftovers of creation itself.
Because of that, the people of Caerthyn see themselves not as conquerors of the land, but as its inheritors.
They do not rule the mountains.
They serve them.
Politics of Stone, A Nation That Does Not Bend
Power in Caerthyn follows three simple truths:
Strength is truth.
Honor is law.
The mountain remembers everything.
The kingdom is divided into five great clans, each claiming descent from fragments of Terrakhan’s spirit that seeped into the earliest settlers.
The Five Clans
Clan Ironsoul – Keepers of metal and unmatched smiths.
Clan Earthbreaker – Warriors who hollow fortresses out of cliff faces.
Clan Deepward – Miners and rune carvers who guard the oldest caverns.
Clan Stonesworn – Diplomats and lorekeepers, masters of oral memory.
Clan Highcrag – Mountain rangers and shepherds of stonehorn beasts.
Leadership rests with the Stone Assembly, a circular council where each clan sends one representative. In theory every voice is equal. In practice, the Assembly shifts as slowly and stubbornly as the earth itself, and only great pressure causes real change.
Religion, The Cult of the Stonefather
Other kingdoms pray to all Seven Dragons.
Caerthyn prays to one.
Terrakhan.
The Shattered Spine.
The Mountain Who Fell.
The Father of Stone.
To Caerthyn, Terrakhan is not a distant myth.
He is the land beneath their feet.
Their temples are carved directly into the mountains.
Their hymns are slow and deep, echoing like a heartbeat in stone halls.
Their priests, known as Earthshapers, believe Terrakhan still dreams beneath the ranges.
Some claim the earth quakes when he stirs.
Some whisper that one day he will rise again.
Others fear what it would mean if a dragon made of continents woke and remembered his last moments.
Plants of Caerthyn, Flora Carved From Stone and Frost
Life here does not flourish easily. It endures stubbornly.
Stonebloom Flowers
Delicate blue blossoms that grow only in cracks of granite. At night their petals harden into tiny crystals.
Ironroot Pines
Trees with bark so tough it sends up sparks when struck. Their roots burrow straight through rock.
Glowshard Moss
A pale, luminescent moss found in the deepest caverns near Terrakhan’s heart. It hums faintly, as if it remembers an older song.
Veinberry Vines
Red vines that creep along canyon walls. Their berries have a faint metallic taste and keep mountain travelers alive during lean seasons.
Every plant in Stonereach reflects a single truth: life persists where lesser things would break.
Animals of Caerthyn, Beasts Forged in Stone
The wildlife of Caerthyn mirrors the harsh beauty of the land.
Stonehorn Beasts
Massive rams with granite like horns, strong enough to split boulders.
Crag Wolves
Pale predators with claws worn smooth by rock. Their howls echo for miles through ravines.
Basalt Basilisks
Thick scaled lizards that may descend from Terrakhan’s own shed plates. Their bite gradually petrifies flesh.
Ridgeback Eagles
Enormous birds that nest on narrow ledges. They can ride wind currents for days without landing.
Deepheart Wyrms
Serpentine creatures rumored to coil within the cavern that once held Terrakhan’s heart. They drink the magic of ancient crystals and glow faintly from within.
Scholars in Evergrove argue that these wyrms may be Terrakhan’s leftover dreams given shape. Caerthyn simply calls them something best left undisturbed.
The Spirit of Caerthyn
This kingdom is defined by
Strength, not reckless force, but endurance.
Memory, a fierce loyalty to history and to the dead.
Unyielding will, the refusal to bow, break, or forget.
Reverence, especially for the god whose remains form their home.
To be born in Stonereach is to inherit a legacy of stone and bone and the slow rumble of ancient power.
The mountain shaped them.
The mountain shelters them.
And somewhere deep below, the mountain may yet dream of rising again.
Aqualeth did not simply fall.
She descended, spiraling through the newborn seas
with the weight of a dying world upon her back.
The ocean rose to meet her
rushing inward
engulfing continents
reshaping the map of creation in a single breath.
Her vast coils hardened into sweeping archipelagos
island chains that still curve across the horizon
like echoes of her eternal body.
Her enormous heart sank beneath the waves
forming the deepest wound in the world
a trench so vast and silent that sailors named it
Aqualeth’s Grief.
There, currents twist like memory
and even light hesitates to descend.
Her final breath became the sea’s eternal pulse
the great global currents
that circle the world in steady, rhythmic tides
guiding storms, migrations, and myths alike.
From her bones rose coral forests glowing with ancient light.
From her whisper came creatures shaped by salt and storm.
From her power came the Tidecallers
those rare souls who still hear Aqualeth’s voice
beneath the endless churn of the sea.
Thus rose Tidereach
kingdom of sailors
kingdom of storms
kingdom of the eternal ocean.
A Kingdom Shaped by the Sea
Tidereach is a realm defined not by borders
but by tides.
Its cities cling to cliffsides
anchored to sheltered coves
and carved into limestone pinnacles that rise from the surf.
Every settlement faces the ocean
for the sea is both their lifeline and their judge.
The islands shift subtly with the seasons
sands moving
reefs growing
storms carving new inlets overnight.
Maps in Tidereach are revised constantly
not because they were wrong
but because the sea is alive
and refuses to remain still.
Fog drapes the mornings in silver
and sunsets burn copper across the water
as if Aqualeth’s scales still shimmer beneath the waves.
Politics in the Kingdom of Currents
Power in Tidereach flows like water
shifting
pressing
changing shape with the needs of the tide.
The High Tide Assembly
Tidereach is governed by a council of twelve
each representing one of the great island chains.
They gather in a storm-forged hall
built upon a natural tidal pillar that floods twice each day
reminding all who rule that the ocean always comes first.
The Tidecallers
Those born touched by Aqualeth’s dormant magic
can sense storms before they form
hear vibrations in deep water
and sometimes calm or awaken the sea itself.
They serve not as rulers
but as advisers
highly respected
deeply feared
and never ignored.
The Stormclad Fleets
Armadas of the fiercest sailors in the known world
sail beneath banners marked with curling waves.
Their captains swear oaths not to treasure or crown
but to the shifting tides themselves.
Politics in Tidereach is less about conquest
and more about balance
keeping peace between islands
and ensuring no one dares provoke the sea.
Faith Beneath the Waves
Tidereach worships no god
but honors Aqualeth’s memory
for she gave them land
life
and oceanic power beyond understanding.
The Call of the Deep
Their belief system centers on three truths:
The Sea Remembers.
Everything lost to the water is never truly gone.
It simply becomes part of Aqualeth’s endless memory.
Storms Speak.
Every tempest carries meaning,
warnings, guidance, or judgment.
Depths Dream.
The deepest waters, especially Aqualeth’s Grief,
hold remnants of her consciousness
and those who dive too far
sometimes return changed.
Temples in Tidereach are open-air pavilions
their floors partially submerged
so each prayer begins with the touch of seawater.
Plants of the Ocean-Born Kingdom
Life in Tidereach grows where land and water intertwine.
Sunglass Coral
Translucent coral that glows during full moons
used by healers to calm fevers and by navigators to guide nighttime voyages.
Tideblossoms
Flowers that bloom only when struck by saltwater spray
their petals releasing scents that quell nausea on stormy seas.
Foamleaf Vines
Plants that cling to cliff faces
thriving on mist alone
their leaves filtering seawater into fresh droplets.
Brinefruit Trees
Twisted coastal trees bearing salty, nutrient-rich fruit
essential for long voyages.
Creatures Who Still Remember Aqualeth
The wildlife of Tidereach carries hints of the titan-serpent’s vast presence.
Wavehorn Turtles
Massive sea turtles with shell ridges shaped like Aqualeth’s coils
capable of sensing underwater tremors leagues away.
Glimmerfish
Schools of silver-scaled fish that reflect light
forming swirling mirrors beneath the waves.
Stormwings
Birds that ride the edges of hurricanes
their feathers crackling faintly with static.
Aqualeth’s Eels
Long, serpentine creatures with faint blue luminescence
believed to be the last echo of the Titan’s breath.
A Realm of Endless Motion
Tidereach is a kingdom that refuses stillness.
Its people rise with the tides
speak with the storms
and walk a land born from the bones of a fallen primordial.
If Shadowfell is the kingdom of dusk and secrets
Tidereach is the kingdom of motion and memory
a realm where every wave
every wind
every shifting current
is a reminder that Aqualeth still moves
just beneath the surface
waiting to rise again.
Umbraxion did not fall.
He unraveled,
thread by shadowed thread,
until his essence drifted downward in a slow, silent cascade.
His darkness sank into the newborn world
slipping into the fractures between rising continents
pooling in places where light hesitated
and breath held itself still.
Where the shadows settled, the land twisted.
Marshes thick with dusk.
Forests that swallowed the sun.
Canyons that remembered night
even when morning touched their edges.
Here, the air became heavy with secrets.
Ghostlike silhouettes wandered at the corners of vision
lingering a heartbeat too long
as if searching for the master who created them.
Ruins rose from nothing.
Monuments formed from Umbraxion’s fading memories
taking shape in the waking world
as if stone itself were dreaming.
This was the birth of Nocthyr
a kingdom carved from dusk
a realm of secrets
a land where even silence had weight.
A Kingdom Where Secrets Breathe
Nocthyr does not simply exist
it waits.
Every sound is softened
every motion seems observed
every shadow stretches just slightly farther than it should.
Travelers speak in whispers
not from fear
but because the land listens
and listens well.
Fog coils above the marshes like living parchment
shifting into shapes that might be memory
or might be warning.
The forests lean together in vast canopies that trap the dimming light
turning day into a permanent twilight.
In the deep places
where Umbraxion’s essence is thickest
even reflections break apart.
Pools ripple without wind
showing images of moments that never happened
or moments that perhaps will.
Politics Shrouded by the Veil
Power in Nocthyr is not loud.
It is subtle
quiet
dangerous in ways that leave no blade marks.
The Veiled Court
The kingdom is guided by the Veiled Court
a circle of masked figures known only by their titles
the Whisper Regent
the Archivist of Echoes
the Marshbound Earl
the Lady of Shifting Paths
and others spoken of in rumor.
No one knows their names
or where they gather
or even if the same individuals remain from decade to decade.
Some believe the Court is chosen by the land itself
that the marshes whisper their selections
and the shadows carry their decrees.
The Shadeclans
Beneath the Court stand the ancient Shadeclans
families whose influence rises and falls like fading lantern light.
Some collect secrets
others weave shadow magic
others commune with the wandering silhouettes that drift through the wetlands.
No alliance is permanent
no rivalry ever truly ends.
Politics here is not a game
it is a quiet war fought with information
doubt
and half-spoken truths.
Faith Beneath the Twilight
The people of Nocthyr do not worship Umbraxion as the others worship their fallen dragons.
They worship what he left behind.
The Doctrine of the Veil
Their faith holds three beliefs.
The Veil Protects.
Some truths must never be lifted
for light can destroy as easily as it reveals.
The Echo Remains.
Umbraxion’s lingering essence drifts through dreams
shadows
still water.
Many speak softly near ponds
afraid their silhouette might whisper back.
Secrets are Sacred.
A guarded truth is a holy act
a spilled truth a sin.
Temples sink beneath the marshes
lit only by faintly glowing fungi and shadowglass lanterns
their halls carved in spirals that confuse sound and light.
Priests walk barefoot
believing that to feel the earth is to hear the memory of their fallen dragon.
Flora of the Dusklands
Nocthyr’s plantlife is as enchanting as it is unnerving.
Everything grows as if aware of being watched.
Duskwood Trees rise tall and silent
their bark drinking in the pale light.
Weapons carved from them strike without echo.
Whisper Reeds line the waters
echoing voices in soft, eerie murmurs.
Gloomblossoms bloom when unattended
their petals glowing faintly before folding in darkness again.
Veil Moss forms soft silver blankets
absorbing footsteps until the wearer moves like a ghost.
Umbra Vines creep like living shadows
curling toward warmth
moving only when the eye looks away.
Creatures Born of Dim Light
Where Umbraxion slept, life twisted into strange beauty.
Shadefoxes dart through the mists
leaving trails of shadow that fade like sighs.
They mimic voices
sometimes to lure prey
sometimes to guide lost wanderers.
Gloomstags stand tall and spectral
their antlers branching like living darkness.
Their presence is considered a blessing
or a warning.
Marrow Owls fly without sound
their silent wings a promise of secrets kept.
Wraith Lynxes phase in and out of the material world
existing half in Shadowfell
half in whatever realm Umbraxion now inhabits.
Echo Serpents shimmer beneath marsh waters
their reflections appearing before their bodies
their venom drawing memories to the surface
whether wanted or not.
A Land Better Left Undisturbed
Nocthyr breathes with the remnants of a dragon who never truly died.
It is beautiful
dangerous
strange
and endlessly patient.
Those who enter may find answers
but rarely the answers they sought.
For in Nocthyr shadow has weight
memory has form
and secrets do not remain silent forever.
EVERGROVE • From the Light of Luceryn
A Kingdom Born From Radiance and Rooted in Destiny
Few realms in The Fractured Star Chronicles carry a history as ancient or awe-striking as Evergrove, the luminous kingdom forged from the fall of Luceryn, the Dragon of Light. When she descended in the First Sundering, her radiant scales shattered across the land. Her divine energy seeped into the soil and awakened something entirely new.
What rose from her sacrifice was not desolation.
It was life.
The Birth of Evergrove
Legends say that when Luceryn’s spirit burst free in a final blaze of brilliance, the earth absorbed her light like water. By morning, an entire forest had erupted into existence. Trees grew to towering heights in a single night. Leaves gleamed with impossible colors. Gold. Silver. Amber. Jade. Soft white.
Evergrove became a land where dawn never fully fades and the air carries a gentle, shimmering glow.
Creatures adapted to the radiance as well. People speak of the lumin-elk whose antlers refract starlight, the lantern-foxes whose fur glimmers at twilight, and the firefly serpents that slide through the underbrush like ribbons of living light.
At the center of the kingdom stands its heart.
The Heartroot Tree
The Heartroot Tree is the oldest living thing in existence. It formed from Luceryn’s luminous scales, fused together by ancient magic. Its roots pulse with soft golden and emerald light. Some claim the tree holds the first memory of the world, and that the earth listens when it speaks.
Auroralyn • Jewel of the Lightborn Kingdom
Rising from this radiant soil is Auroralyn, a capital city carved from dawn. Its marble towers shimmer with shifting color as sunlight refracts through enchanted windows. Crystal bridges arc over quiet gardens. Suncrystal lamps illuminate every path at night, creating a city that seems touched by the sky itself.
Auroralyn is not only beautiful. It represents the kingdom’s soul. It is the home of the Dawnchild. It is the seat of the Heartroot Council. And it is the birthplace of two girls whose destinies will shape the entire saga.
The Night of the Red Comet • Two Children Born
On the night of the Red Comet, omens erupted across the land. Bells rang without hands. Candles flickered into strange colors. Priests claimed visions from Luceryn herself. To them, the comet signaled one truth.
A child of destiny had arrived.
They were partially right. What they did not realize is that destiny had chosen two.
The Birth of Princess Lyrianna
Princess Lyrianna Aeloria Valewyn was born in the highest chamber of the palace. Golden light filled the room. The priests called her the Dawnchild. They believed she was the one foretold to rise when the realms grew dark. Every prophecy seemed to point toward her radiance.
The Birth of Elara
Across the palace, in a quiet servant’s chamber, another child entered the world. When she drew her first breath, every candle went out. Shadows trembled across the floor. The air stilled as if waiting.
Her name was Elara.
No priest recorded her birth. No ceremony welcomed her. She was marked only by silence and the soft curl of darkness that gathered at her feet.
The palace believed the prophecy belonged to the princess alone. They believed only one child mattered.
The prophecy itself tells another story.
It speaks softly of a second child.
It whispers of a shadow that will one day save the world.
Elara grew up in hiding.
Lyrianna grew up in ceremony.
Yet their fates were never separate.
Evergrove Today • A Kingdom Shifting
In the present timeline of the saga, Evergrove remains a land of beauty. But beneath the roots lies unrest. A strange blight has begun to appear at the forest edges. Sacred beasts grow uneasy. The Heartroot Tree pulses with warning light as ancient dangers stir.
The comet has returned.
The cycle repeats.
And Evergrove begins to fracture around the two girls it once ignored and worshiped in equal measure.
Light is no longer certain.
Shadow is no longer silent.
The prophecy begins to reveal the truth it kept hidden for fourteen years.
Why Evergrove Matters in the Saga
Evergrove represents the bright side of a world shaped by the fall of dragons. It mirrors Emberfall, a land created by fire rather than light. It is the origin of Lyrianna, a girl raised to believe she is the chosen one. It is also the birthplace of Elara, a girl the world never expected.
As their stories unfold, Evergrove becomes the stage where prophecy, politics, and ancient magic collide. The kingdom will test their loyalty, their courage, and the fragile bond that ties them together.
Evergrove asks one question.
Destiny answers with another.
Does salvation belong only to the child of light
or also to the child of shadow.
Exploring the Fiery Realm Forged by the Fall of Ignivar
In the vast tapestry of the Fractured Star Chronicles, few
kingdoms bear an origin as violent, or as awe-inspiring, as Emberfall. This
land of molten rivers, obsidian valleys, and glowing emberstone flora did not
form over centuries of slow erosion or gentle shifting earth.
It was born in a single moment, carved into existence by the
dying crash of a primordial dragon.
That dragon was Ignivar, the Primordial of Flame.
The Death of Ignivar: A World-Shaping Impact
The legends tell of the day the sky burned.
Ignivar fell from the heavens like a living comet, his wings
engulfed in fire, his roar shaking the bones of the world. When he struck the
earth, the impact split the land open, igniting molten rivers and shattering
the bedrock into sharp, blackened glass.
Where other kingdoms trace their lineage to ancient tribes
or patient builders, Emberfall’s foundation is literally the bones and final
heartbeat of a god.
The crater left behind became a caldera of eternal flame.
From this epicenter, the new realm spread outward, heat, ash, and raw power
reshaping the land into something dangerous yet strangely beautiful.
A Landscape of Fire and Living Stone
Despite the violence of its creation, Emberfall is not a
barren wasteland.
It is alive.
Lava rivers wind through valleys like glowing arteries.
Emberstone veins pulse within obsidian cliffs.
Fireshrubs, embergrass, and ash-ferns thrive on heat and
sulfur, painting the dark land with flecks of red and gold.
Even the wildlife has adapted to this extreme environment.
Creatures such as:
Ember-stags, whose cracked stone hides glow with inner fire
Ash-wolves, grey and smoldering, stalking among rocks like
living smoke
Fire-kestrels, birds whose wings shimmer like burning paper
These beings stand as reminders that life, in all its forms,
adapts, no matter how violent the beginning.
The Kingdom of Cindervale
At the foot of the massive obsidian mountain, Ignivar’s
burial mound, lies Cindervale, capital of Emberfall.
Built from basalt blocks and emberstone, the city glows
faintly at night as if it remembers the fire that birthed it. Towers rise like
cooled lava spires, and great furnaces run day and night, powered by the
volcanic energy beneath the earth.
The people of Emberfall are known for their resilience.
Living on shifting ground has crafted a culture defined by adaptability,
strength, and an unspoken reverence for the fallen Primordial whose death gave
them a home.
Emberfall’s Role in the Fractured Star Chronicles
Within the broader saga, Emberfall stands as both a warning
and a symbol.
A warning of what happens when primordial power is
unleashed…
A symbol of new beginnings forged from destruction.
As tensions rise among the Seven Kingdoms and the prophecy
of the two Children of Promise begins to unfold, Emberfall remains a realm
shaped by fire, destiny, and the legacy of Ignivar.
It is a land where creation and destruction walk hand in
hand.
A reminder that even in ruin, something magnificent can be
born.
Explore More Realms of the Fractured Star Chronicles
Emberfall is only one of the Seven Kingdoms forged in the
wake of the Sundering. Each land bears the mark of the Primordial dragon whose death
shaped it. As the saga continues, Emberfall’s fiery past becomes a crucial
thread in unraveling the prophecy that binds the main characters Aeron, Elara, and Lyrianna to the
fate of the world.
I will be posting the history of each of the Seven Kingdoms over the next few days. As well as the religion and politics that have formed around the unique magical powers each kingdom possess. There is even a secret cult that worships Vaelgorath that has remained hidden in each of the Seven Kingdoms!
This blog explores the world of The Fractured Star Chronicles diving into its mythology, characters, kingdoms, and the creative process behind the series. Here, readers will find behind-the-scenes lore, writing insights, previews of upcoming books, and discussions on storytelling, fantasy worldbuilding, and the enduring power of imagination. Whether you’re a longtime fantasy fan or newly discovering the saga, this blog offers a deeper look into the epic tale and the craft that brings it to life.
The Fractured Star Chronicles: A Saga Born from Dragons,
Shaped by Prophecy
Every epic fantasy begins with a spark, but The Fractured
Star Chronicles begins with a sacrifice.
Long before the Seven Kingdoms existed, the world was shaped
and guarded by eight primordial dragons. Their fall an event now known as The
Sundering reshaped continents, birthed nations, and buried an ancient terror
beneath the Obsidian Mountain.
That buried terror is Vaelgorath, once known as Vharox,
Firstborn of Creation, now a sleeping god twisted by Death itself. His dreams
still shape the world. His awakening would destroy it.
But the true heart of the series lies not in the past…
but in the prophecy that emerges from its ashes.
The Prophecy of the Two Children
As the Second Age dawned and mortals rose across the new
kingdoms, whispers of a prophecy began to spread, fragments of vision, omen,
and ancient truth:
Two children would be born to restore the balance the
dragons lost.
One child born of flame and shadow, a legacy tied to
Emberfall and the remnants of Vharox’s lost power.
One child born of light and storm, a spark of the forces
that once guided Aerithor and Luceryn.
Together, they are the Children of Promise, destined to
unite the Seven Kingdoms and confront the rising darkness beneath the Obsidian
Mountain.
Together, they stand as the world’s last hope…
or its greatest undoing.
What the Series Is About
The Fractured Star Chronicles follows the lives, struggles,
and intertwined destinies of these two prophesied children each born into a
fractured world shaped by the fall of the dragons:
🔥 Emberfall, kingdom of
fire and forge
🌊 Tidereach, realm of
tides and ancient currents
⛰️ Stonereach, land of mountains
and iron
❄️ Frostmarch, frozen and
enduring
⚡ Skyrealm, built upon floating
storm-isles
🌿 Evergrove, radiant and
life-rich
🌑 Shadowfell, a land of
dusk and secrets
Each kingdom carries the scars and gifts of the dragon whose
death created it.
Each kingdom clings to its own legends.
Each kingdom fears Vaelgorath’s return for different
reasons.
And yet
only united can they survive what is coming.
Book One: The Sundering Prophecy
The story begins with Aeron, the first child of promise,
raised far from the truth of his lineage. He is marked by forces he does not
understand echoes of fire, shadow, and a past sealed in myth.
Aeron’s journey begins when he is born under the red comet,
the ancient sign of Vaelgorath’s stirring. His path draws him toward forgotten
ruins, forbidden magic, and the realization that the prophecy is not merely
legend…it is unfolding around him.
As Aeron struggles to understand his purpose, rumors arise
of the second child, whose appearance will reshape alliances, ignite conflict,
and threaten the fragile peace between kingdoms.
A World on the Edge of Awakening
At its core, The Fractured Star Chronicles is about:
Prophecy and choice
Buried truths resurfacing
Kingdoms forced to confront their past
Power inherited from gods long dead
And two children who must decide whether destiny binds them…
or breaks them
Vaelgorath sleeps beneath the Obsidian Mountain, but the
world grows restless. A comet burns across the sky. Ancient cults stir. Magic
swells in places long dormant.
The world is shifting.
The prophecy has begun.
And the Children of Promise are running out of time to find
each other.
Ash Wildroot 