Looking back, maybe it wasn’t all that bad.
Sometimes I wonder if life would’ve been different had we forgotten the path, if I had never discovered the truth.
Maybe that’s selfish.
But we might’ve been happier… or at least, that’s what I like to believe.
Magic flows through this world.
Spark flows through our veins.
Ash makes dreams of the impossible… possible.
Not much is known about the phenomenon that struck the world
on the day a tree was born,
and on the day a tree died.
It goes by many names, but serves the same purpose:
mana that binds the soul,
pulse that strengthens the body,
enchantment that changes reality.
Even now, no one truly understands it.
It chooses its own vessels, and once it touches you,
it never truly lets go.
I wish that was all I had to tell you.
But my story is darker, filled with sacrifice, broken paths, and loss.
My name is Maddox.
We should’ve never left the orphanage.
But what choice did we really have?
House of Hules
by Doxx