Ancienttales Stories

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This book is my first true attempt at creating an authentic, brand new myth for our current time. It has been said by other storytellers that it has been hundreds if not thousands of years since a new authentic myth has been written. It has also been said that one cannot simply decide to create one simply by putting something down on paper, such a tale must be given by the Earth. It is true that our Earth has not given us one in a very, very long time. So why is it that I even believe I could create such myth, a story that would one day join the ranks of other ancient tales? It is because I believe I have heard a calling all my life, and like all hero's journeys begin, I have spent most of my life ignoring that call. There has been a great number of personal cataclysmic events in my life that has always brought with it an urgent, lamenting, pleading call, to share a tale that has haunted me, and grown inside of me, all my life. Yet still I would flee the call to embark upon this hero's journey that I now do truly believe I was born to undertake. As you read on, I will share not only the myth, but the story of my journey, and what it takes to coax the Earth to give us an ancient tale. Trian has traveled through time, returning to us from a future where our world has fallen to darkness, our belief in the light having so completely failed, most belive the creator has perished. Trian has forged the three swords of light, each named for its primary power, forgiveness, mercy, and sacrifice. The last act of Trian before he stepped through time. Having secreted the swords away safely with his twin brother in the future, he seeks to further empower them by drawing on magical strength from our time. Upon arriving he discovers disastrous circumstances that threatens his work. With his own health and power dwindling, Trian fears he will fail to empower the swords of light and they will not accomplish their purpose, protect true love, and banish darkness forever.

Soon.

Vidhenraddddd is a kingdom where the Naruedh River, a ribbon of pure, crystalline water, carves its way through a landscape of majestic mountains. The river, a constant source of life, tumbles down rocky slopes, its waters sparkling like scattered diamonds, the sound a gentle, rhythmic song echoing through the valleys. The mountains, their peaks reaching towards the sky, stand as silent guardians, their rugged beauty a testament to the enduring strength of this land. Along the riverbanks, life flourishes: vibrant wildflowers paint the landscape, and the air hums with the cheerful chirping of birds. Bustling villages nestle in the mountain's embrace, children laugh as they play in the shallows, and farmers tend fields that thrive under the watchful gaze of the peaks. Rising from the very heart of these mountains is Davirk, the fort. Carved into the mountainside, its stone walls a seamless extension of the rock itself, Davirk stands as a symbol of Vidhenraddddd's unwavering strength. The fort overlooks the Naruedh, its imposing silhouette a constant reminder of the kingdom's resilience, a guardian of the life that flows below. Davirk, a fortress of stone, a crown of the mountains, a heart of Vidhenraddddd. It's a place where the echoes of history mingle with the sound of the river, where the strength of the mountains meets the life-giving flow of the Naruedh Witness the Tales of Vidhenradd