In the small city of Havenworth, gloomy skies paraded acrosses the muddy roads. Passing over the worn down building, and spiritless residents. The townfolk had been used to the dark days, the sun rarely shined here casting the city in everlasting darkness.
In the middle of the stood city stood a majestic mansion, or atleast the shell of one. Though worn down now, one could see the traces of nobility that used to dance through mansion and on one of the balconies of this worn down manison stood a man. This man was the ruler of this land, Baron Waylon Zale, He stood there looking over the city in front of him with a sadness locked on his face.
"Ancestors" Waylon spoke "I'm sorry, I've tried my best but the hole that bastard dug us in ran deeper than any of us thought." The man looked at his hand.
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Hello Readers. It's your soon-to-be favorite Author. This chapter is a preview to my first Novel: I'm My Ancestor?
The first chapter will be uploaded next Wednesday, and you'll get one chapter every Wednesday after that.
I hope you enjoy.