Many years later after the first war was ignited from the south, huge numbers of lives were lost. Three factions on the surface of the “continent,” the only name these people could think to call it. A land where there are still mysteries abound, waiting to reveal itself but only when things should be.
The story begins with a simple view of the outside from the perspective of our main male character. Who is he? Well, I rather not introduce him so early on here in this block of text. He’s on this train, yeah just a train. Nothing extraordinary from reading that so what exactly would one think might happen?
Perhaps to give this one a try, might be worth rolling a die. As the reader, would you be willing to see it from his eyes?
(Story is currently on hiatus, when I get back in the mood, I'll be revising some chapters first before I add new ones)
(This description, the story genre, and tags may change from time to time as I am new to story writing)
[Please read the Important Info, before jumping straight into the story unless you are able to handle reading it with ease then you may skip this.]