Blacksmith Of Fate

by AndeeS

Amalur is a kingdom rich in history, culture and nature. It's a land of magic, uniqueness and untold and buried adventures. But all of that is on the verge of being destroyed by the Tuatha Deohn who are corrupted Winter Fae. They have unleashed chaos upon Amalur by waging war against all mortals. But just as all seems lost, a small human, called Elrid wakes from his eternal sleep.

1. Prologue

Hello to all for the first chapter of this new fanfiction of mine. It is recommended you read this Author's note, but if you want to skip, you may do so as it will not harm your experience of this story.

This story is based on my playthrough of the campaign of the game itself with my own character. Of course, not everything will be exactly as it is in the game as that will become boring quickly, but it will be following the canon story as closely as possible. Also, if there is enough interest from you, the readers, there could be suggestions as to how various plot points can develop. This way, you could also in a way affect the way this story is being portrayed.

Thank you for reading this AU note, and I hope you enjoy my representation of the world of Amalur!

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Prologue

From the beginning, we were wrong. And only now, well into the second decade of the conflict, have we begun to understand the mistakes we have made. We lived in harmony among the Fae, in a world awakened to new magic. Perhaps we should have foreseen what might be born on this rising tide. What force might awaken. A force powerful enough to twist even the eternal and immutable Fae folk.

But Gadflow, the new King of the Winter Court, surprised us all. Singular among his people, he was all that other Fae were not: aggressive, ambitious, visionary. He had power like none we had ever seen – terrible and deadly.

Gadflow and his followers, the 'Tuatha Deohn,' believed that a new god was to be born in the East, beneath Gadflow's crystalline fortress of Amethyn. In the name of that god, they marched to war against the young races of Amalur.

Against a mortal army, no matter the power of their god, we might have been victorious. But the Fae are creatures of magic, not bound by the laws of life and death. Each Tuatha fallen on the battlefield would soon rise again, for the Fae do not know death as we do.

How could we stand against such a force?

For ten years, the war raged. For ten years, the armies of men and Alfar fought and died. But as our numbers dwindled, we knew that it was only a matter of time. Our fate had been written. At least, that is what we believed...

Until you died...

From the memoirs of Alyn Shir