A kingdom down under, once it had prospered, expanded, built, and conquered, till all they thought of worth was theirs. Peace ruled for a time, the people absorbed in their own self-satisfaction. But eventually old urges returned. Conquest called, though this time there was no outside outlet to turn it towards. So, for the first time in ages, the kingdom turned upon itself. War raged for many years, no one coming close to being considered a victor, it appeared as though this self-destruction would go on till nothing was left.
Many, if given the chance, would have claimed that would have been a mercy for this kingdom and its people. For as they killed and butchered each other over things they already owned. Vibrations traveled through rock and stone, guiding things best left alone.
Creatures came, things of horror, armed to the teeth with claws, fangs, and armor. Cities fell, and were consumed, not even bones were left, for these creatures hunger knew no limit, had no end. The kingdom rallied together once more, what was left. They fought and fought, but their Nightmare had no end. Their greatest, brightest minds worked their magic, carved into stone. Wards they called them; these would keep their Nightmare away. They abandoned attempts to fight and focused on walling every surface of their kingdom with these Wards. It worked mostly, and an illusion of peace returned, one that crumbled often.
So here we start our tale, after ages have passed for a walled-off kingdom, hunted by a never-ending Nightmare. With a poor, but deserving soul born into the realm. $0.99 on Kindle.
