Guardian

What is one, lowly peasant boy in a world of implacable Kings and scheming, murderous Nobles?


One with a destiny beyond imagining.


Young Braen is a simple shepherd, like his father, and his before him. Nothing ever changes in the village of Stonesthrow, save for the turning of the seasons.

But when death finds him, the young man quickly learns that 'the end' is not so clear-cut.

At least, not for those granted the gift of immortality.

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(Some of the names and terms I've outright invented (which is most of them) might be confusing as far as their proper pronunciation goes, so here will be a (likely) ever-expanding list to aid you, dear reader, with just that!)

Braen - Bray-en (Celtic inspired)

Rion - Rye-on (Celtic inspired)

Meira - Meer-a

Patras - Pah-trahs (Mediterranean inspired)

Kleonic Marathon - Klee-oh-nik Marath-on (Kleon is derived from the Greek word 'Kleos' which means 'glorious'. 'Marathon' was the site of a famous battle during the Greco-Persian wars.

Urik - Your-ik (Anglo-Saxon inspired)

Obfuscationist - Ob-few-scay-shun-ist (Obviously not a 'real' word, but it damn well should be!)
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4. Chapter 4

Braen shook his head as he made his way back to the pasture.

 

'The old Man must be losing his wits!' he silently reassured himself.

 

'Whirlwind of destiny?'

 

'Hidden nature?'

 

'Ha!'

 

But at the back of his mind, a small, niggling doubt wouldn't leave him be.

 

How had all those people, including his father, heard a message completely different from the one he had heard?

 

And why couldn't he remember the fight between him and Rion?

 

Growling in frustration, the youth threw the gate to the sheep pen open and went to his Father's side.

 

Nothing was going to happen. 

 

He was going to grow to be a shepherd like the man who had sired him, and his before him.

 

Everything would be back to normal soon enough, Rion would get his comeuppance.....

 

......and one day, maybe, he was going to ask for Meira's hand.

 

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'If only existence could be so........simplistic' said the old Priest as he looked solemnly from one of the narrow windows of the Chapel.

 

'If only these mortals knew how well off they truly are......'

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