Your apprenticeship was almost over. You have spent the better part of four years following your Master into border clashes with the neighboring kingdoms, goblin advances, and occasional tomb plundering. Spell and spear alike have done you well. However on your last defensive sortie all did not go as planned. In a desperate move, your Master cast a spell to transport the troop to safety. It went terribly wrong. Now you find yourself on a strange new world.

I’m going to label this Mature for now, the next few chapters will delve into the history of the main character in his own world so there will be a bit of bloodshed and mayhem. The romance tag I’ll leave up if I choose to continue on a path that I’m thinking over.

-And oh crap somehow I ended up posting a part I was actually working on (Chapter 2). Removing that until it’s finish. Right now it’s just paragraphs of cobbled ideas.