lacey-books

The world ended, no one remembers how exactly. This ''''new'''' realm lives in the scraps of the old, likely greater world. There are no machines of war ravaging country sides anymore. No old men playing politics. Few people remain, and no one cares. The old world burned in its flames, and only the ashes remain. Yet it still has its guardians, even if they are rusted statues are all they remain. Yet people still live their lives in general ignorance of what was. This is just a small part of that.