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.-


5. Chapter 4



In truth, I was worried about Runa. I am one of her closest friends—and allies. Our alliance had formed before Mirrian's deaths so I knew all about their love. She had felt his death harder than anyone, and grief had all but consumed her.

But now all she wants is vengeance. She wants to stop Topu, save Piad, who has lost everything, all his alliances with mortals and gods alike, who is the less-popular third brother and third member of the Three Ancients. She also talks of Fen. Of if he was capable of defeating Topu or not. If he would even try, the god of eternity being known to be a pacifist—most of the times.

Runa and Cyepa are with me now. We are heading north on foot, seeking the aid of goddess Praa, renowned recluse and goddess of forbidden love, who was claimed to be an enemy of Topu, and a possible ally to our cause.

Our cause: defeat Topu and avenge Mirrian.

We will need all the help we can get. 

"Jidi!" Cyepa shouts, drawing me from my pleasant thoughts. 

"What!?" I snap, glaring at her.

"We see the mountains!" Runa answers, a rare smile on her face, an air of pride radiating from the very core of her being. Then her smile turns sad, eyes lowering as thoughts of Mirrian clearly dance through her mind.

We break into a sprint, and I suck gulps of air down. I didn't like running. Despite being slender, I was not made for athletics. My chest begins to ache, protesting for rest. 

Still, I push myself, not wanting Cyepa and Runa to have to suffer because of my physical incompetence. My knees ache, my arms feel like they are being ripped off. 

But excitement, and hope, burn deep inside me, keeping me going. There is also a flicker of doubt, growing stronger, why did Topu need to be stopped? 






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