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.-


1. Prologue



Hidden safely in my cave, I did not expect to hear his scream. But it rang across the land, our land, reaching even the farthest corner were I hid.  I heard it, and immediately knew that Mirrian is dead. 

I expect sadness, some form of grief, but feel only a tinge of guilt for not having been there to save him. But I am safely hidden inside my cave, in the remote Chirsi mountains, far away from civilization. 

Suddenly, my heart clenches. Grief overcomes me, viscous and undying. It feels like my heart is being ripped out of my chest, and I know what is happening. 

I am feeling the emotions of someone as if they were my own. Not unexpected, but before I'd needed to be near someone to witness their pain, their grief, anything that they were feeling. That was why I had isolated myself, driven near to the brink of madness by the magic that I possessed. 

But this was different. It was the feeling of love, overlain with grief and anguish, but deeply hidden, it was love. 

For a second, I am tempted to leave my cave. I curse myself for being so foolish.

Mirrian is dead. I could be next. 

As quick as it came, the onslaught of emotion vanishes. 

I am left puzzled. 

How could I have felt that? The mountains were so far removed from this world only a small fraction of the population even knew of their existence. The Carsi mountains, the mountains of the gods. 

Mirrian had been like a brother to me, but no one knew. I paled in comparison to him. He was a light, shining brightly, and now were left in darkness. 

Fen must by devastated. Fen, the real light, who made even Mirrian seem dull. Fen, Mirrian's beloved brother. Fen, who was currently imprisoned in the Realm of Memories.

Fen, the god of time and eternity.

Mirrian, the god of the moon and stars, the god of Night and darkness. 

Now Mirrian was gone. 

And Fen was free.

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