The Ballad of Tears

by Kratos Storm

The Shadow looked at what they did, and saw and loved, and feared. And the Shadow shivered, and the world shivered with them. And then they said:
‘I will be one with what I made, but promise me, father, promise to look after this world. Let no evil touch it.’
And the father gave his word to the child he loved the most.
He failed.

Overview

Before the dawn of time, a god gave themselves to protect this world. Their name and form are lost to history. Only the Regent remembers but the last person the Regent talked to, was the very First Vandrainor – a being more legend than legit: She rallied the forces of the continent to fight against the darkness that threatened to take over the world for the Unknown.

Wonders were lost in this war. The giants are gone now, the Green Mountains fell in the wrath of the gods –
But the splitsouls, the Vandrainor of Old, they are still there. And as humanity’s strength weakens, they are called to the Dead Mountains, driven by mystery, prophecy even.
To face a long-lost foe – and answer the last question: How important are warriors – if there is no war?

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Content Notes:
The Ballad of Tears deals with some heavier topics including racism, ableism, domestic abuse, sexual harassment, death, and rape.
There might be contents I am unaware of and please feel free to contact me.
I will try to list certain contents at the beginning of a chapter but please keep these overall things in mind. I don’t want to trigger or cause harm to anyone who tries to enjoy the story.

The Ballad of Tears has no regular update pattern as of now, because of who I am as a person.

Newest Chapter:

• Chapter 19: Trees and Shadows
  “What are you writing?” Kirdain Vandrainor strode into the room without pausing to knock. If Ashra hadn’t been aware of his intent and proximity, that was on her. His carefree attitude didn’t smoothen the creases on his forehead or hid the bags under his eyes. “The report,”

Header: Untitled (landscape, man on horse) by Edward Mitchell Bannister, born St. Andrews, New Brunswick, Canada 1828-died Providence, RI 1901 (This link will open in a seperate tab and redirect you to the Smithsonian’s page about the picture.)

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