"The mandate of the tribes was once what held this land together, what maintained our peace and growth without the need of bloodshed...it was something that wouldn't last long. As the holder of the mandate died without any heir, the tribes fell once again into utter chaos, the ones to win were the ones to have the mandate and be the rightful owners of these lands...only the divine beings above us will decide which one will win, yet, as i see, we are all leading ourselves into a path of perpetual torment and hell." -Ratilest, Northern Philosopher and Priest.
This is a small story of sorts i decided to make since i was sort of bored one day and thought "why not", i don't expect much from this, but it's great practice for me to train my writing and also see how to improve things. Perhaps you'll like what i end up writing here, dunno. If ya do, that's great! Though if you don't, that's fine, i am open to criticism.
Heads ups, i have no set day really for when i release chapters or whatever, so don't expect a consistent time with this.All Rights Reserved