Old Scars

The world is in grave danger. The Three Ancients, three gods that hold unmeasurable power, have been brought to their knees in the wake of the Last Battle, leaving them vulnerable. A new God, Topu, is trying to worm his way in, while one of the Three Ancients, Mirrian, has nearly faded away entirely, having sacrificed himself to save Fen, an Ancient who had been held prisoner. Meanwhile, Piad, the last of the Ancients, has lost all his alliances and is struggling to manage the brunt of his power on his own. But all is not lost, Praa, a minor goddess, has come out of hiding after nearly forty years.

Runa, a young mortal girl and once lover of Mirrian, struggles to right the wrongs and stop Topu, with the help of Praa and a small her band of allies, Cyepa and Jidi, all while grieving over the loss of Mirrian.

-undergoing editing!!! But essentially, all chapters are finished.-


4. Chapter 3



My life was a mess. And I was stuck living it. Forever. 

My mother, an Arben particularly skilled with magic, has disappeared. My father was killed in the Last Battle, a viscous battle fought by weak human resistance against Topu. It is referred to as the Last Battle, because it was the first and last battle ever fought against Topu. 

My only light had been Mirrian, but he was gone. 

The memory still haunts me. 


I am swimming lazily in Azura Lake with Jidi, Cyepa and a friend of Cyepa's, Dirial. I get the sense that something terrible is about to happen. 

A phantom of pain creeps across my chest, causing me to halt my swimming and begin furiously treading water.

"What's wrong?" Cyepa asks, immediately sensing something's up.

"My chest!" I gasp. The feeling isn't like it belongs to me, it's like I'm feeling someone else's pain, but I knew that if that was the case it would be much more intense.

Suddenly it clicks.

"Mirrian! Something terrible is about to happen to him!" I shrug off the pain and sprint for shore. 

"What?" Dirial asks, having no idea about me and Mirrian. Dirial is the only human of the group, myself Arben, Jidi half-pixie and Cyepa a Lupine, shifting into a wolf by choice. 

Dirial was sixteen with dark brown hair and eyes so dark they appeared black. She was tall and lithe and despite being mortal did not fear mortal things, like death. She was a warrior at heart, having lost both her parents to the Last Battle.

I ignore her and grasp the charm on my necklace, a slender piece of black onyx carved in the shape of a sort of three-looped infinity sign. I close my eyes and picture Mirrian. 

The necklace was a gift from him, a key to the land of the gods. Anytime I needed him, the necklace would bring me to him. But this time, he needed me.

I feel a rush as I'm whisked away to another place. 

I recognize the place from paintings. The Realm of  Memories. A dangerous place, the place where Fen was imprisoned. 

A second later, I know I'm too late. 

I feel the pain like before, only more intense. I fall to my knees as tears well in my eyes. 

Then I see him. 

He is collapsed on the ground, looking just like I remember him as. 

His chin-length black hair was lightly splayed across his face, sleek and glossy. His silver-black eyes were open, staring into space and glazed over. His skin, ghostly pale even in life, had lost its ethereal glow and had turned ashen grey. A golden blossom spreads across his chest. Clutched in his hand was a ceremonial dagger, ornately carved from black onyx.

I start sobbing. Mirrian, god of night, was dead. 

And I, the human girl who he had loved, was too late. 

But then I see Fen.

He is pale, like his brother, but very much alive. His eyes are brilliant blue with a burst of gold in the centre. His hair is like pale gold, fine and glimmering as it spills across his face, shorter than Mirrian's, but falling over his ears.

He swallows. 

He thinks I'm human. He doesn't know of the secrets that flow through my veins, of the Arben powers I possessed. 

I reach out and grasp Mirrian's hand, feeling his wrist for a pulse. His skin is ice cold. I feel, to my surprise, a faint hiccup of a failing heartbeat. 

"Runa," he gasps my name like it is the answer to everything, the key to the universes.

"Shhh... you're gonna be alright, you hear me? You are gonna be alright."

"No..." he sighs. His skin is like ice, but I hold his hand in mine, not caring. 

Then he lets out a faint breath, his last, and I feel warmth spread through me. Peace, calm. Momentarily blocking out the grief. But it doesn't last. It spreads through me, then fades. I don't know what the feeling meant until Fen speaks up.

"He gave you his immortality."

Then the world shatters. Into three pieces, to be exact.

Piece one: Mirrian is dead

Piece two: He gave me his immortality, I will live forever. Without him.

Piece three: Fen is free.

Did Mirrian sacrifice himself to break the soul-lock and save his brother? Something tells me no, even though that is what the world will grow to believe.


But there is still hope. Still hope for a ruined world, and I wouldn't of believed if not for Jidi and Cyepa, who relentlessly and furiously drilled the hope into me. 

But why why bother hoping?

Topu was trying to steal power from the Three Ancients, he had imprisoned  Fen, and killed Mirrian, but at the last minute Mirrian had sacrificed his soul to free his brother, making sure he didn't die in vain. He passed his immortality onto a "human" girl, who was actually a member of a secret race known only by few. 

Many people devoted themselves to Topu. Most considered him replacement for Mirrian. But a handful despised him, faithful only to the original Three. I seek those few, those still loyal to the original Three Ancients, and enlist their help in destroying Topu. 

My name is Runa Bure, and I was once in love with a god named Mirrian who was killed. My mission is to avenge him. And I will fight, tooth and nail, to get that.

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