I’m writing summaries of parts of my book.
I hope you like them.

In Tarrow, there was a war that lasted hundreds of years. Everyone was fighting but no one knew why. In the end it all worked out I guess.
Except for the wizards.
The wizards were powerful. Some could win battles single-handed. Kingdoms were hiring them and sending them to war. Then they wanted more of an advantage.
Enemies would hire assassins to kill wizards on the opposing side. One by one, the wizards were erased from existence. And with them magic.
Now no one knows magic. It has been a hundred years since the end of the war. Everything is like it was before the war started(I think. I don’t know I wasn’t there). But magic is the one thing that we can never gain back from it.
So, ummm, yeah.
I sat down. ‘That essay could’ve went better,’ I thought.