by theduckwithapen
None shall speak of it. Nor does anyone remember.The death of dragons. Rampant mana poisoning the very air. Unimaginable monstrosities. A world driven underground. All of it — the work of a single man named Kael.For three hundred years he has lived with that. Alone. Hiding. Waiting for nothing.Then a child comes floating down a river. And something in him refuses to keep walking.
No streak history
