The New Dawn Chronicles
These are tales yet to be told.
Not a homespun story of the days of yore, nor a fiction of the mind concocted to quicken a child's heart upon a chilly winter's evening. The only fantasy herein is that fraction of the fantastic which suspends our belief. No matter how far this journey takes you, however fraught the paths that lead us there, never forget one thing.
These are tales which will come true.
For in a far-distant corner of another galaxy lies a bright yellow star little larger than our own. Two billion years have passed since its birth; thirteen billion more still remain before its doom. Around that heavenly body six guardians silently circle, but only the second giant planet concerns our story, for lost amongst the near endless oceans teeming with great leviathans lays a single lonely continent. No life yet stirs upon its shores, save for in its deepest lakes and widest rivers: were this to remain the case this telling would be quickly concluded.
In the future, though, grasslands will roll past a hundred horizons, along with forests full of trees as tall as skyscrapers. Sapphire egrets shall peck ticks from the backs of herds of plains buffalo, and swamplands will ring with the nightsong of innumerable amphibians. This is not a tale of birds and beasts, however, no matter how unusual they may be: we must instead steer our gaze far to the south-west of this foreign land, for these are the stories of men.
