Many a story had gone to war.

Many more would simply cease to exist.

But none of these could claim they have seen glory. To be the main story written in the halls of the Royal Roads. Engraved into the stones and filled with gold and silver. Eras of the damned call to them, but they run and whisper. Praying they too would find honor in the knee deep rivers of red ink they tread.

Read them. Give them glory. Maybe one day they too would see light of day?

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Stories written by WDCrew that might never be published. Just thoughts that turned into coherent ideas. And finally into a few thousand words. A couple battle scenes, and maybe a plot to look forward to. Subscribe for more.

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