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.


Author's note

(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!)

2. Chapter 2

'I shall now recite the vision of Saint Patras, who was granted a seeing as he dreamed'


Old Brother Davin had been the stern but fair spiritual pillar of the community for longer than most could remember. Generations had been held in his gnarled hands and sanctified upon the altar.


Braen still had vivid, terrible images of his Mother's Body upon that very alter: torn and ripped by a monster that many had believed was not natural.


Stories of said attacks were becoming all too common across the land to be mere superstition. Even a backwoods village such as Stonesthrow wasn't isolated from the fearful rumors.


'My Brothers and Sisters, do not fret or despair when darkness falls; when all is madness and ruin, and Men are as but prey to evil: know that, as the sun sets and the moon's pale light shines coldly down upon things terrible and gruesome, surely it shall rise again!'


The elder looked upon the faithful with unusual severity before continuing.


'In those days, the sons of perdition, who fell at the beginning of time shall break their chains, and they will arise from their prisons, and proclaim the whole of the Earth their own'


Despite the entire village having flocked to the old stone building for the weekly sermon, Braen couldn't help but notice Rion Thatcher's absence. 


The sandy-haired mischief-maker was probably feigning sickness again.


'But take heart! For in that time shall there also be great Men of righteousness'


Suddenly, the man of the cloth was staring at Braen, and the boy nearly jumped.


'And they shall be called heroes'

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