Welcome
Brisk the air, a fall breeze sways the tree on this new land.
Forest druids can be seen but be wary on approach.
Most of the land still stays unmanned.
Streams flow through the forest full of loach.
Elves guard the entrance of the misty woods, don't try to sneak in.
Head west and you will find the true horror wars can bring.
Orcs walk over corpses, goblins scavenging the battlefields pulling off skin.
The fairy folk tried to hold them off but lost their wings.
Cast down to the ground they were outmatched.
Retreat was inevitable, victory was already snatched.
A thousand years past, fairy folk extinct, it's the birth of man.
A new era was born, towns popped up, the land was untouched no more.
Guilds soon after, adventures were born, the land was changing to its core.
Before then let’s talk about the war.
This is the first entry to my high fantasy Chapbook I will be releasing later this year. All input is welcomed and helps.
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