Machine Crown Saga - [On hiatus, working on a comic project]

Welcome to your life.

You are a ferrath. Most of your kind lives beyond the cold northern mountains of Suur-Sumu. You are not like most of your kind.

You have made a home for yourself in The Empire of Grisbania, located in the southern reaches of Candaria. You’ve adapted well enough to Grisbanian life, but you still find yourself missing the familiar streets of home.

You’ve considered moving back more than once, but family matters have made your situation somewhat more complex. After your husband’s passing, you were left as the sole provider for your daughter, and you certainly weren’t well-off to begin with. The Empire has provided a level of financial opportunity you wouldn’t find back home, and your daughter’s future is more secure than ever. Though you occasionally struggle to make ends meet, things have been generally looking up.

Financially, at least.

Your office is located in the heart of Protaskov, Grisbania’s capital city. Many refer to it as “The Supreme Capital”, though you could never muster up the patriotism.

You guess you can appreciate the sentiment.

Due to your experience working in a library back home, you were assigned a job at the Grand Archives. You don’t mind the workload, but you wish you saw a bit more action. The place has been a ghost town since you began your shift, and the clock is ticking forward at a glacial pace. You’re pretty sure you haven’t moved from this spot since this morning.

Through the walls, you can hear the fervent sounds of yet another parade, no doubt an extravagant display of the Empire’s ever-growing military power. As the hours have passed, the cheers have melded into a slow drone, and the horns rise and fall with your heartbeat. In this humdrum state, an odd thought occurs to you.

You work in the Registry. You are entirely capable of giving yourself a new name. Nobody would even know.

The opportunity presents itself.

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Bin - Editor & Assistant Writer