allenantarex
Far beneath the desert sands, buried under the weight of stone, a stele of golden-hued metal slept. On one polished face was a map of an alien sky: constellations displaced, their connections tangled, tiny lights smoldering in neat rows. Some had already gone dark. Another point trembled, flickered - and vanished. A ripple spread across the heavens, like water struck by a thrown stone. The world's familiar pattern cracked.
Her own kin betrayed her family. Her home was reduced to ashes. Now her path lies within the harsh lands of stone and wind - where hard labor and the study of runes forge greatness. A narrow trail hisses beneath her feet, while a thin thread of those gathering sacrifices for a dark ritual trails behind her.
In a world where the Church and the gods play their own game, she is not one of prophecy's chosen. She is the one they told, "There is no future." To break the circle that has always closed around the defiant, she will have to carve her way through the prayers of others and pay a price dearer than gold.
A dark fantasy about family, survival, and choice. Slavic motifs, dwarves, runes, cultivation, and a harsh road to power.