The red man stood there as it peeled its skin,
we watched it was fascinating to say the least.
He was round and chubby and we stood not at all disturbing him, he may have been bigger then we
were but still we were only seeds compared too
him.Suddenly after he peeled his skin he rose up
and was gone ,we were spread across the ground
as dirt covered us,it made us grow and was even
our salvation to. The red man was gone.A year pass and one by one we grew into bushes then trees .
Our lives were only distubred when tiny worms enter
our bodies or we were picked up from the ground .
We were all like the red men now but different in sizes and shape too. end .
If you took every major epic fantasy that has ever been written and twisted them all into one fantastic tale of magic, sword play, and just plain old fantasy fun, you might get the first half of this 235,000 word monster of a read. The last half is a
The first book in the series takes place on Klairn, a post apocalyptic, yet provincial world where an elite core of Protectors keep watch over those who would cause harm. Becoming a Protector of Klairn is about as hard as making the Olympics on Earth
