Destiny splits before me into two unrelated, straight lines: 
one leading to a palace and city ablaze, the Kingdom overthrown, the Earth bearing suffering, and Life enduring torment in this Fire.
And the other leading to the pinnacle of Ancient Kings, where deities in the clouds personally crown me. I don the laurel wreath, basking in the cheers of the mountain. My gaze pierces through the mists of history, my Knights conquer lands for me, my Sword cleaves through obstacles, leading my people to victory.

I take up this Scepter, holding the Authority of the World in my hands. I overlook the multitude, altering the course of history.

I am Brand, King of Vorn, and this is my Legendary tale.

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Plain version synopsis: This is a story about a Senior Warrior with memories of rebirth, crossing back into the World he once fought for to alter the strands of history and make a mark in the sands of time.

"Silver Elves?" Bran tilted his body, propping his chin with one hand, "Of course, but my friendship with the Silver People is one of my final trump cards. Unless truly necessary, I will avoid playing it." He asked, "Is there anything else?"


Chapter 504 - Act 2, Letter (2) (Double Monthly Ticket Request for Next Month, Explosion Tomorrow)