“All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king

Hello everybody

Preface- I grew up in Rhode Island and writing/grammar is not my strongest skill.  My character can tend to have strange word choices.  Also my accent and the East Coast in me can sometimes be abrupt and or brash.  However I feel I do have an interesting view and good stories to tell.  Enjoy :)