Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Fantasy

    Thurth and all it's suroumding nations had fallen to the Sorin, but one. Gawl had survived due to it's surplus amount of magicians. I was born a magician as well and that is how I survived. The little magic I could muster caught the Sorin off guard. 
    I spent eight years hiding in a nearby forest on the outskirts of Thurth. I used what little magic I had learned to evade the Sorin as best I could.
    One day a Sorin came running to the woods. The Sorin are beings of pure magic. As such their forms are mearly vessals on our plain. Magicians have a similar vestige as a piece of our soul is lodged in our body till we pass. A Sorin, however, has their entire soul on the mortal plain.
    This Sorin, he was different, his soul was fragmented.