
by SOFIA_MCL
The world hands out territories to those it decides are Lords, and it does not check whether they are ready. They wake alone, at level zero, on a small piece of ground, roughly two kilometers from the next one. Most of them are older than a day. Most of them have met someone before. Most of them, when the System explains what their talent does, think about it for longer than a moment. Sofia is one day old. She has a river, a mountain, a talent for taking things and keeping them, and the absolute conviction that all of it is hers by right. She isn't wrong about it.
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