They gaves us a world in ruins. Wars, poverty, disease and disasters abound. We were the the product forged in the fire. The world a forge too hot for the brittle ingredients meant too make up the future. Our future.———————— The continent of Ragun was a land of idle powers controlled by weak men. Weak men who created times so hard that diamonds aplenty were compressed under the enormous pressure; so hard that even the greatest of potentials were crushed. Continuous wars pushing and pulling borders across the lives of too many. Among those displaced refugees many accepted their hand and settled in their own lot in life. This is a tale of the few who were unsatisfied with their designation. Beaten by these hard times did nothing but make them aware of malleability of the world around them. Curtains are drawn open on era generations in the making. Refugees abound gather around the Free Cities of Aventis on the eastern coast. Panic and fear is all they carry with them as the flames of war chase them away from their homes in Drun Land behind them. The Larson Empire and other opportunist forces tormenting all those left behind. Regardless of whether elderly, women or children all are swept up into the merciless storm of war. Masu with half his family gone finds himself among those fortunate to have escaped this tragedy; waiting on the mountains by the Free City of Galis with others anticipating an opportunity to step inside its protective walls. Looking at the misery and misfortune he, his family and loved ones are surrounded by he makes an oath. “I’ll find a land where they can all be safe and free… and if I can’t? I’ll make it myself or use my blood to water it’s land.” ———————— This is a work in progress. Just tryna figure out my writing style and flesh out a my own fictional world. All feedback, criticism and the like is appreciated. Thanks for reading the synopsis at least.