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17: Art Of The Gods

Vir startled awake, drenched in something cold. Shivering, he looked around to regain his bearings. Neel licked his face, staring at him with those big beady eyes of his.

What happened? He thought, pushing the bandy back. Panic swelled within him. Badrak’s Balls! The duel!

Vir sat up, katar in hand, ready to defend against Riyan’s...

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16: Rite Of Passage

Vir struggled and strained. For the first time since the Godshollow, he feared he wouldn’t survive. Perhaps… perhaps he had finally met his match.

Scrubbing away for hours on the kitchen countertop, mopping its floors, and polishing the myriad of glasses within. Vir was no stranger ...

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15: Prana Vision

Vir sat cross-legged under the leafless tree that had quickly become his and Maiya’s ‘spot’. His friend was off doing who-knew-what, leaving him alone under the searing heat of the midday sun with his trusty four legged companion. The bare tree did little to protect either of them. Bead...

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14: The Energy Of Life

“Wait here,” Riyan commanded, leaving Vir and Maiya in the hallway as he disappeared into his bedroom. Neither of them had seen the inside of his room.

“What do you think he hides in there?” Maiya asked.

“Why do you think he’s hiding something?” Vir held plenty of su...

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13: Prana Scorned

Vir and Maiya fell silent on the ride home after Riyan’s combat demonstration. Maiya brooded over magic, while Vir couldn’t keep his mind off of the Talents Riyan had shown him. Was this his path to power? Or would he find he lacked aptitude for Talents as well? He wasn’t overl...

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12: Man Of Many Talents

“Vir? Vir, wake up!” Maiya said, shaking her friend.

He awoke with a jolt, drenched in sweat.

“You were sleep talking…” Maiya murmured. “Sounded like a nightmare.”

Morning light  filtered in through the skylight. The burns on his back still throbbed,  but they hurt slightly less than the day before. Riyan’s salves and  healing orbs were working, alb...

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11: Riyan Savar

“You are still  here,” Riyan said, walking up to the two friends sitting at the front  door of his abode. He was tall, and built like an Ash’va, with no trace  of excess fat anywhere. “I commend you for not running off. Of course,  you couldn’t have, even if you had tried.”

“So you were going to stop us,” Maiya said.

The  broad-s...

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(Arc 2) 10: New Beginnings

Vir awoke to  dark and earthen surroundings. The only light in the room filtered in  through small openings high above, with the Godshollow nowhere in sight.

He shifted and realized he was on a small bed inside what looked like a dome of clay. He sat up, but immediately regretted it.

“Ugh…” Pain shot through his body, and the slightest movement aggravated it.

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9: The Ghost Of Godshollow

Terror fueled Vir’s breaths. Blood surged through his legs.

Together with  Maiya, he tore through the Godshollow faster than he ever had. Gone were  any thoughts of exhaustion. What remained was a deep-seated desire to  live. To survive.

Barking, Neel  leaped to intercept the bandy that had pounced upon his master. Vir  didn’t even have the l...

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8: A Father's Love

The day started with a rustle and a chill.

After having  spent much of the night on guard duty, Rudvik entered the tent as  quietly as he could manage—which was to say, not quietly at all—to cook  up some breakfast.

Neither Vir  nor Maiya had gotten much sleep, so they were already up when he handed  them bowls of hot soup through the tent’s door. V...

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7: The Four-Armed Giant

Vir’s reply caught in his throat. Worse, tears started to roll down his face. “I didn’t know,” he managed.

He was named  after Rudvik’s stillborn child. Had Rudvik pinned the same hopes on him  as he had his stillborn son? What kind of torture had Rudvik been  through following the death of his wife and child?

“Ye, well, not ta kind of story that oughta...

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6: Ekavir - Of Godshollow

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Vir had spent so many cycles in the Godshollow that he could almost navigate it blindfolded… during the day. At night? That was a whole different story.

As he plodded  through the inky darkness, boots crunching twigs and leaves underfoot,  Vir felt like he was in completely foreign surroundings. Majestic trees  that shoul...

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5: Into Darkness

Vir never knew  that three hours could feel like such an eternity. After agonizing  alone in silence, Rudvik had finally shown up with Apramor and Maiya.  Now they all huddled over the dining table.

“Well? Why’re all these knights really here? I don’t buy this ‘routine inspection’ grakkery they’re spouting,” Rudvik said.

“Hmm, why indeed…...

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4: Those That Hunt. Those That Hide.

The villagers  of Brij always enjoyed a spectacle, and for good reason. Drama was  usually limited to gossip about this year’s crop yield, or at the very  worst, someone’s husband looking the wrong way at someone else’s wife.  But that was a rare event.

Something like  the arrival of mounted soldiers? Now that was gossip material for years  ...

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3: The Village Life Of An Ashborn Primordial

“You sure you wanna be here?” Vir asked as he walked through the ancient Godshollow with Maiya and Neel.

Their boots  crunched on the dry leaves that blanketed the forest floor.  Thousand-year-old trees the width of Vir’s home towered over them,  disappearing into the sky. He breathed it all in—the crisp scent of  pine, the smell of ancient bark, and the swe...

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2: Death Of A Dream

Aliscia grasped Vir’s shoulders and stared at him with her hazel eyes. “Even if you are prana  scorned, what of it? I don’t have any affinities myself and I manage  just fine, don’t I? Vir, there are many paths through life, even for  those who aren’t good at magic,” she said with the warm smile of a  mother.

“Well sure, but magic makes thin...

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(Arc 1) 1: The End of Your World. The Beginning of Mine.

The Ashen Realm. Year 3744 of the Age of Realms.

Primordial Ekanai would live again.

They called him the Reaper, but as he crossed the gate between realms, Ekanai feared it was his own life that  would be reaped in this world of volcanoes and ash. Not in the warmth  of his home, surrounded by family and fellow warriors, but alone, in a  ...

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