The Silver Warrior

In the beginning, The Tree Of Life colored the world in his image.

Taller than the mightiest mountain, the topmost part of the tree can only be seen at the edge of the world. His immense colorful leaves purify the air with Light.

His enormous roots are the foundation of the very earth, like veins that carry blood through one's body, so do the roots of the Tree of Life carry Nature all over the world.

Alas, Strength, the third magic aspect, can only exist within a heart.

So life began.

Father brought Light together, giving birth to souls.

To vessel those souls, he colored our bodies in his image, enriching our flesh with Nature.

In the end, he flooded our bodies with Strength to carry out our spirits.

Giving us each a heart.

Thus, even a little orphan child who knew nothing but misery can shine bright, grow strong, and love fiercely.

That child was Helena...
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Helena has always been especially small, shorter than other girls her age.

Her features delicate, and her body thin from malnourishment.

But In this world, appearance can be deceiving, and no one was ever foolish enough to call her weak.

She was a Warrior, her body and spirit overrun with the magic of her class.

Usually, one look in her cold icy-blue eyes alerted most people that this small, expressionless girl should not be treated lightly.

In this world, people seldom allow themselves the luxury of trusting their own eyes.

The truth lies within the soul, and reality is clouded with lies.

People lie every day.

But the most believable lies are the ones we tell ourselves.

And no one can lie better than Helena...

~~ Warning: Trigger Alert ~~
This book may include graphic references to violence and sexual assault. Please read with care.