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.-


10. Chapter 9



Grief for my brother plagues me, but anger and the need for vengeance keeps me going. It takes the entire day, then the entire next day, and half the one after that before we reach the House of Bones. 

An army of skeletons and souls greets us, and we fight our way through. I hack and chop at anything that nears me, sending spirits wailing in protest and skeletons crashing to the ground, which is composed of cool white stones laid in a walkway over pristine grass. 

The palace itself is carved from solid white marble, blinding white in the sun. But despite its light colour, an air of darkness radiates off of it. The scent of rotting corpses wafts on the air, nauseating.

We begin to fight our way through the army of guards that rush to meet us. 

I stab and slice with my golden daggers, slowly hacking my way through the amassed crowd. Any foe who draw too near is punished by a dagger cutting them open. Bones clatter to the dead, rocky ground as skeletons fall, and spirits are sent wailing away. 

The battle is a terrible thing, but we begin to cut through. 

My powers blossom inside me and girl outwards, as time begins to slow down. Sensations are magnified time one thousand. Everything is so much sharper, my eyes now having more time to assess details. 

Runa, Praa and Cyepa begin to force their way into the castle, destroying anything that nears them. They force their way into the castle, and that is the last I see of them before I return to the fight. 

I am coated in blood, most of it my own. Some is the ichorous black ooze of the souls, but most is liquid gold, glimmering in the light.

I keep an eye on Piad. He is the youngest of the Three Ancients, but is powerful nonetheless. He is a light, he is the light. He is the god of the sun and day, and it shows. In his healthy tan complexion, in his humorous emerald eyes, alight with joy, even in the heat of battle. 

But then he disappears into the sea of bodies, and I feel a dark fear rise up within me. 

I will not lose another brother

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