The Gnomes rule the lands above. What have it the Dwarves, you may ask? They rule those lands below, kingdoms underground. Like small cities within the deep of caves.
Twenty long years in the making -- she had taken nearly everything from Gabriel, everything they said he would have: a life, family, company, but not a purpose. No, however, a purpose altered, reconfigured by a long sought vendetta.
Giants like pillaring shadows, shadows who move swiftly, shadows who would rule the days to come, leave the world dark again, consume until there's none.
But I want to let you in on a tip: Even the smallest of progress is still progress, folks. And allow me to let you in on another: JUST writing alone, sometimes won't cut it. So... what do you do?