It is the end of old times, and the start of new ones. It is an exodus from previous stagnation, to a life of infinite revelations. It is the first chapter for a young man, and the last moment in a child's imagination. It is the first step in a long career for Alack Troyus, a career that will take him to vistas only the stellar privileged are permitted to gaze upon. Join us in his onward trek to become an agent of the special services. Follow his antics, his triumphs and tragedies along the road of life's experiences. Guided by a master puppeteer, who secretly places in Alack his own...
It is the end of old times, and the start of new ones. It is an exodus from previous stagnation, to a life of infinite revelations. It is the first...
What more can be said about the corruption and decadence that breeds decay and idleness in Society? What solutions can be had that will prevent a civilization from slipping from a progressive stance, to a downward slide into obscurity? How can a single individual wrestle with this ugly monster, hoping to bend the brute into submission, his efforts are one against ever increasing numbers? Alack Troyus finds the path his Goddess made for him a treacherous one as he continues to fight within the 'silent army'. But, the Young Man's efforts are not without some reaction from the worlds around, and...
What more can be said about the corruption and decadence that breeds decay and idleness in Society? What solutions can be had that will prevent a civi...
From my father, who I remember as a faded dream, I was given his stamina and the will not to give in. From my mother, who took up the burden after my father left the world, gave me the love and deep feelings I will draw upon when faced with an emotional crises. From my brother, whose scheming and jealousy never ceased, gave me a higher sense of competition that made me better than the lazy peasants. From my fun loving friends, who have all gone their separate ways, gave me that variety of companionship and the honesty amongst blood brothers that shall never perish. From my God, who is...
From my father, who I remember as a faded dream, I was given his stamina and the will not to give in. From my mother, who took up the burden after...
