Argonaut 51

On a planet defying reality, where men could grow strong enough to throw a moon, break it, and reassemble it, a civilization with justified pride fought against a universal threat. The Nightmeir. A literal force of darkness and chaos. It was a fact that it had been held at bay for hundreds of thousands of years. A fact that was about to change. ----------------------------------------------------- On a desolate moon, a heart beat for the first time. This heartbeat resonated across Veria, heard by the strongest beings. His heartbeat would be despised by many for what it signified. For what it was. For what it could become. But with the Nightmeir rising once more, Veria would need every capable fighter. Human or Machine. With the world literally stacked against him, Aedhira would have to show them that heroes aren't born. They are made. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (New chapters every 2-3 days; the first few chapters will be rough as I'm still getting my bearings. Newbie writer—sorry) (If you read my story, please leave a review; I welcome any criticism you have to offer!) (This is NOT a power-leveling story, at least not in the conventional sense. Don't expect any linear power progression)