![]() Any song which ensures I slay more akar is my song of choice.Įleventh Seed: My heart, my head, and my quest. Nora: Music is pointless unless it comes from the lute of an inspired. ![]() And nothing will stop me.Įleventh Seed: I don’t know who… or what I am. Nora: I’m Nora, a soldier from the Clerian army. I’m a nephilim and acting lieutenant general for the defense of Greyhill.ĭalila: I’m just a young girl from the Reed family. Ĭould you please introduce yourself to our readers?Ĭhroma: I’m Chroma, a proud akar living in a refugee camp.Įrefiel: I’m Erefiel, son of White-Hawk and Lady Imrie. Yet the last Seed born hath turned traitor, and the mists which had been pushed back, returneth.” “A seed is born and the evil is slain, so doth another cycle commence. Will the cycle finally be completed? Or will the mist swallow all? And a woman running into front lines and away from home. A highborn stuck between the realm of gods and men. A farmer girl with only love in her eyes. Four mortals will have a part to play in Minethria’s fate. And the constricting mists infect the lands with fear.īut there is more to this tale than just the Elders and their Seeds. The Witnesses pray so that they may not turn into one of the forgotten. It has been a thousand years since the last Seed abandoned their duty. ![]()
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