I was advised on reddit to change my original novel synopsis as I was told it was felt too vague, cliche, uninteresting, and overdone. I just need some input on whether my new synopsis need to be re-scrapped as well or any modification or if it's fine as it is while also being intriguing.
Here's the original:
Nearly 5,000 years ago humanity was embroiled in war, death, and strife. Famine and disease were rampant while hope was almost lost. At its lowest point, humanity cried out for a savior and in return, the gods blessed them with the Ancients, an order made up of all races and cultures, young and old alike who were guided by visions that gave them the ability to ride and tame dragons. A long era of peace soon followed after—a peace that no one thought would be disrupted—until one of the Ancients betrayed his own kin without explanation and then slaughtered the local lords of the Xhuria Kingdom as well as the High King before seating himself on the throne and ruling over the kingdom for the past 4,000 years within an iron fist.
Clerun Witven, a 19-year-old, abandoned by his mother and brought up by his grandmother never expected his life within the kingdom to change. Content with his life inside of the kingdom’s borders. He expected to live for the rest of his days in the kingdom, marry, grow old and die there. But an odd discovery of an egg hidden within a hay pile on the property of his home is set to shatter those dreams and set into motion a war that’s been broiling while forcing Clerun to examine his own preconceived beliefs and truths as he comes to realize that good and evil are far more complicated than they seem.
The revised:
Fables and fairytales were just as easy to tell as lies. For 19-year-old, Clerun Witven, he was comfortable believing that when humanity was at its lowest, embroiled in a constant state of war, strife and death that people prayed to the gods to give them hope. And hope they delivered in the form of the Ancients, an order made up of all races and cultures, young and old alike who were guided by visions that gave them the ability to ride and tame dragons. Clerun believed in none of that, chalking it up as no more than a tale told by mothers and wet nurses who were eager to keep little children in their beds at night.
However, when Clerun stumbles across a dragon egg that hatches for him, he’s forced to accept a beast that would rather bite off his hand than let him touch it while being thrust into a war that he never asked to be part of. As Clerun attempts to run away from all these responsibilities that were shoved onto him, he must confront the fears that haunt him with every step.
Is he a warrior or just another coward?