Chapter 1

Book1_NewFor those who were never satisfied
to be the damsel of another’s tale.

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There is an ancient ash,
there upon a rolling hill,
‘bove a winding road,
‘midst a peaceful field,

none know how long it stood,
does seem ‘tis always been,
old thick ‘n tangled branches,
grown nowhere near such kin,

an’ for that forlorn sentinel,
there sprouted far from home,
the lands and those err born,
were ever named Ashton…

– Ballad of Adel Ashton, 620 E.R.

The Autumn Child

Who is to say if the word of a god can be trusted?  Not I. I’ve met but the one, and am most hopelessly biased on the subject.  Still, to have walked in such circles, to have seen such things with one’s own eyes, it is not unreasonable to confirm the basics, and take a great deal more on well-earned faith.

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