Five centuries after Fatedawn, the world has entered a new age.
Technology has eclipsed faith.
Magic has thinned to myth.
And the divinity of the Pendragons has gone dark.
Even when a celestial marriage bound the realms together, their children were purely human. Mortal. Fallible. The gods did not return. Kings and queens still ruled—but the title Monarch was stripped of meaning. They were ruled by tradition alone, relics of a dead age.
Humanity no longer needed a monarch.

HEY BIOTCHES, im back, i know i lied i know, but good thing i was or else the pendr4agons would have been stuck in fatedawn and not here 500 later… and i cannot promisethere will be more after this, but what i can say, is that i am not done, im just getting strated with fanatsy, and there will be more..


Chapter 1 - AUTHOR NOTES