
by cicadaverse
Eli Walsh is eighteen and doesn't believe in God. That's a problem when everyone expects you to serve a two-year mission for your church. Eli's drowning under expectations he can't meet, performing belief he doesn't have, with no way out that won't break his mother's heart. Then his best friend Mary—goth, furious, desperate—drags him to an ancient mound and calls to forgotten powers to keep him from leaving. Something answers. Eli wakes in a world of elemental magic and military conquest, where the girl who looks like Mary has a different name and his memories of home are already fading. The question isn't whether he can get back. It's whether he wants to.NOTE: PRIME VERSION. Derived directly from the nightly NaNoWriMo fugue-state. Structural integrity, proper character arcs, and plot-armor amended sanity checks are scheduled for a later date. Read at your own risk.
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