ASHBORN: A TALE OF THE FORGOTTEN THRONE

he scent of ash

he trees like the memory of a forgotten dawn. Sable, her black-feathered companion, perched

membered. The name whispered by the wind, her name. Not the one the villagers

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name. It felt like a

now strung around her neck. Obsidian and silver, shaped like an eye wreathed in fl

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nes of the keep. Something had awakened within her last night, something tied t

uiet shell of what was once her home. The

r shoulder, Ashr

ots forming a path as ancient as the stone ruins she'd left behind. Ashra moved with careful steps, eyes wary, hands c

e went, replaced by silence

time had erased its face. One hand pointed north. On its base, a sin

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hit her lik

h flame. Soldiers in black armour, swords dripping with bloo

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, si

est heaving. The rune on

ening to me?"

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hind her, the

d robes the colour of bone. A mask hid their face, and in on

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"How do you k

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step back, he

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o its heir. And the world will

staff. Sable flared hi

then a spark leapt from the en

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carved from bone and obsidian. A crown broken in half. And a c

dark

f. "You must choose Ashra

hed her fis

your veins is not just

ed and vanish

t was pounding. Her purpose is

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