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Serpent Dunes.

An island continent full of magic dwellers of both the old arts and the new.

A home to normal magical creatures and humans, but beneath the golden waves of sand lie ruins and remnants of folk so old, so powerful, so cruel, so vile, so hateful, and magical they could send a chill deep into your bones and fear into the deepest, darkest corners of your minds.

The Na-gin.

The Serpents.

Even after countless wars and battles leading to ruination they survive albeit in very, very few numbers with a blood thirst that the deserts cannot dry nor the sun diminish. 

Humans, on the other hand, prosper peacefully and happily on their side protected by stone and the wild jungles. Humans have been living harmoniously for centuries now and have long forgotten the blood wars their ancestors sacrificed themselves for. They have long forgotten the rivers of blood that ran instead of water, the mountains of skulls and corpses, the changing of the land as it soaked the blood of both human and serpent.

But the serpents have not.

They still remember their dead, mourn their lost and sing songs of their vanquished sons and daughters.

When the current Sultan faces threats of a long dormant foe starting to stir from its nest, he summons powers of the ancient to kill the evil festering at his wall. He searches high and nigh, day and night, in hopes of finding a warrior worthy to wield a sword, carry his nations flag with pride, and magic course through his veins.

The Sultan does not expect to find a snake fighters blood in a extraordinarily beautiful golden eyed babe, a fire burning in her magical eyes that could drown out stars with veins pulsing in magic and a destiny rare receive.

The fate of Serpent Dunes relies on a young maiden.

The last Snake Fighter.

Table of Serpent Chronicles (BOOK 1):Ongoing

Table of contents

Volume 1