The Rising – The Lost Children of Managrail

War had been set in motion. The thundering marches of the Grengal army, staves in hand, tramped with a fierceness to protect the Realm. It didn’t matter that they would come against brother or friend. Both had abandoned them. A soft mind is easy to control, and Shantra had enjoyed molding them as she saw fit. In the quiet morning deafening sounds of snow crushing underfoot made their way to the fringe of the White Realm. The Ebata heard, and the lines were formed, soon it would begin.imageedit_4_7770791016                          http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00814YWME