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Bitterness had settled upon me like a parasite. I could not touch it, but I could feel it, slithering its way through me, my veins,...

He barely noticed me, 'cause if he had, he'd see the blood in my eyes, the need for revenge. I suppose the great king was too busy setting rules, he no longer considered me a threat, but that would be his biggest mistake.

-Excerpt from Tundra: The Darkest Hour

Taking the wrong fork, I veered onto a curious road where the ground grew increasingly higher, and although my heart warned me to turn back, I didn't, for the curiosities of the mind are much stronger than imagined. During the course of my journey, I noticed trees becoming unwieldy, taking shapes my eyes had not seen. What was this peculiarity that battered my mind with such wonderment? There were no signs, nor directories, not even a guide, but my curiosities did not wind, for too eager was I to turn. So, like a child lost to the night, I walked this lonesome patch of gray until coming across a curve where the forest belt spread like wildfire, and the wild weeds and grasses produced a certain beauty not found in other parts.

Tundra: The Darkest Hour

During the harsh, cold winter nights of January 24th., I proceeded to lock myself within the walls of a room whose deteriorated wallpaper challenged my mind, and the only company kept was that of the shadows within. This lone, empty room became my hole, my dwelling. It is here, where I, myself, grew like the mad, surrounding myself with relics not known to the common eye, and little by little, this face, just like the name, evaporated from sight.

Tundra: The Darkest Hour

I recall long ago sneaking into my father’s study, and a man of great knowledge whose beard touched the ground entered the room and said, ‘What do you plan on doing with the knowledge you attain?’ I had not the answer to that and was more frightened of his Brobdingnagian looks that I grew short of words. Perhaps it was magic? That’s when he walked over, pulled a chair, grabbed a book, and said, ‘One must build upon the works of those that came before him.’ I did not know it at the time, but the course of my life was set that day.

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Tundra: The Darkest Hour

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Born with not a coin to his name, the moment General Vois's hands touched iron, they never parted. Stories of men old and gray claim he earned the respect of thousands on the battlefield when saving the life of King Rubart whose body he dragged. Since then, many follow him and with time he had an army large enough to wage a war. Sworn enemy to his second wife, Alexandra, he now sits imprisoned in The House of Lych-a mental facility.

She didn’t have much, not even a pair of shoes. The soles of her feet ran dry, but they were her shield and with them, she learned to journey, and journey she did, through all types of terrain. Her shoes might have been rough and calloused, but they were strong, and they were her weapon against this cruel and insane world. Having lost her bearings, she too wandered into the shadows of the ground below and for the first time, found solace.

Tundra

The Darkest Hour

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