Ferds Of Time
In the mystical realm where gods weave the very fabric of existence, a cataclysm unfolds. Imagine, if you will, the celestial tapestry torn asunder. Satakal, the ancient serpent deity who wove the threads of time, lies slain by an enigmatic sorcerer—a wizard whose motives remain veiled in shadow.
As Satakal’s divine essence seeps away, the world trembles. Time itself unstabilizes, like a delicate spell unraveling in a tempest. A mysterious ailment afflicts mortals, pulling them from the temporal flow. These afflicted souls form tribes and cults, their minds unmoored, their bodies adrift between moments. They rise against the once-mighty kingdoms, their allegiance to chaos and entropy.
And before this turmoil, Alron, a humble lad from the tranquil village of Wolfur nestled within the spine mountains, faces an extraordinary twist of fate. His days were once filled with village festivals and stolen glances at Freya, his heart’s desire. But destiny, capricious as a fairy’s laugh, intervenes. Alron and Freya, without warning, hurtle forward through the eons. Two hundred years hence, they find themselves strangers in a world bereft of familiarity. Their quest: to mend the fractured strands of time, to restore balance, and perhaps, just perhaps, to reclaim lost love and forgotten memories.
