Long ago Estra was bright and vibrant. Lush green forests met sandy beaches leading to sparkling prestine waters. The air always smelt sweet in a blend of scents from beautiful aromatic plants.


Land, sea and air alike were teeming with creatures great and small of all types, including those of magic, ones our universe only hear in stories. Fae, elves, dwarves, mermaids and so many more. Humans and such magic creatures lived in harmony and mingled. Some even had interspecies relationships and children. Houses created from natural materials lined the meadows and necessary supplies were hunted, gathered or created from the abundant land and where either swapped, kept or given to another out of kindness. Greed was very rare to those of the land.

There was a king or/and a queen. The title was passed on to the next of kin who was willing to recieve despite their ancestory spicies wise. The royalty were in place to oversee peace and barely raised themselves much higher then others

But when King Harrison inherited the title it all changed. Harrison, unlike many, was rude, arrogant and selfish. He was the third child of 6 but his oldest brother decided he did not want responsibility of the throne when his elven girlfriend fell pregnant and the next child died from an unknown cause leaving Harrison to the throne.

At this stage royalty was made up of mainly human blood, barely a sliver of magic DNA in them. Due to this Harrison felt something many did not in those days, something very deeply. Jealousy. He envied those with magic blood. He envied their advanced abilities, their superior knowledge, their powers and their connection to the land. Harrison had plans for the world that could destroy much of it and when the news was spread there was an uprising, mainly made up of people with magic in them, and this angered the new king. He convinced humans and those with so little blood they didn't have even a slight magic ability that those who had magic abilities were evil and sentenced all those to be hunted and killed.

470 years later. The world is so different. Very few forests still stand, their plants no so bright, the aroma not so sweet. The prestine waters have faded and were often murky. Civilisations are built on concrete jungles and all products are brought with metal and paper they pretend is important. The throne was passed from terrible king to evil queen and magic and its creatures has becomeof myth. There's rumour, however, of the few who believe this myth is true; Deep in Harganger Forest a civilization has been formed of those with magic blood. Only those with enough magic ability to be slightly more advanced then humans, faster, stronger and wiser, and one day these people will rise up and bring the end of the bloodline's reign out of vengeance.


Life in foster care, all you've ever known, right? All you've ever had. Well aren't you mistaken? That's what they want you to believe, that's what they've brainwashed you to believe. Of course the detail they went into is so exact there's almost no way to deny your life is a lie... but it is. There's a first time for everything, right?

The day started off as a usual Saturday like clockwork. Nothing seemed strange or odd to you or any of the other 5 teens in the foster home. All 6 of you had all moved into the home at such a young age you regarded each other as siblings but your lives are soon to be turned upside down when events lead you on the verge of being murdered by the woman who cared for you all those years and 2 young adults come bursting in to save you.

Soon you discover your life wasn't as you thought. You're part of a tribe, a civilization of magic blood and the 6 of you were a rebel group sent into the city where the royalty lived to start the first stage of revenge and your civilization's guaranteed safety, that was before you were caught and your minds wiped, replaced with fake facts. That incident happened 6 weeks before.

Each member was given a guide, someone who was once significant to them, a brother or a lover or a friend or a rival someone like that, before your memories were replaced. The 2 of you doing those parts can figure out how they knew each other.

Back in the forest you once knew so well but now a mystery, it is the job of your guide to assist you in finding your way around your homeland, help you piece back your identity (without directly giving away who they once were to them no matter how much it hurts) and train the rebel group back up to once again fight the evil, envious royalty.

Will you remember who you are? Will you be ready to fight soon enough or will you be forced to watch your sanctuary and your people die?

Any interest... at all?

BUMP?