The Feast of the Bravados. A fascinating poem about heroes. Gold Kingdom, new day Minorca in its glory was no older than three scores, when Mosort Goldmort Puk Shinidei ascended the throne of his fathers. With the darkness that ravaged the reign of Alarien-Eserys Goldmort Puk Shinidei, who history will remember as Alarien-Eserys Kehiratus, or Alarien-Eserys the abominable, for those that don't understand Suwella-the native tongue of Minorca. The people believed and hoped that depravity didn't run in the blood. A fool's hope, you might say. Just as a lion will always give birth to a lion, so as wickedness can only spawn...well, wickedness.
Only this time, it wasn't the blood of Goldmort that dispensed it. But rather the hand of Si Goldmort Wuji Saida-Shinidei-Or Saida-Shinidei Vi'hoki, the Red Queen.
Till this day, there are people who blindly support the cause of the Red Queen. Naming her, the worthy faithful of Tehei Menos-the religion of the five gods. Believing her purge to be justified. The former Shinidei had spat on the gods of his fathers, and erected a temple to serve his gods-The Xei gods. Si Wuji, a former sister of Tehei Menos Voladi was merely restoring back her gods' former glory. And their greed and spite for everyone else-as it turns out.
I guess killing the former Saida-Shunudei, the Alar'Barun, and the Saida-Barun. Drugging her husband-the Shinidei, enslaving a tribe, outlawing practice of any other religion, increasing the taxes. And not to forget the bid to sell the Gold Kingdom back to the Great Burustota Empire. Are all justified means.
When a coin is tossed, either the head or tail suffers. In the Gold Kingdom, the coin had landed again on Tehei Menos. The faithful flourished. The Chaplain and the Sisters flourished. The Aarbart of the Anointed Militia flourished. Every condescending loyalist of Si flourished. The rest, suffered.
But that was going to change. With just the right motivation. The dead body of Osasara Goldmort Saida-Barun.
*COMPLETE* "People don't believe in us anymore. They don't believe that in the end we will do what is right. We can't let them down. We can't let Ben win."
Decisions made on top of the lonely, wind-swept cliff of Lethinor reverberate around the five kingdoms as war begins in earnest.
This is a sequel to Paragon, it's my very, very, very strong recommendation you read it first, otherwise you will be totally lost. I am not joking. If your interest is piqued, here's a quick blurb for Paragon:
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There are whispers across the kingdoms that the Paragon, that strangely gifted person who can wield all four Skills, has been found.
They're wrong, of course. No one has caught the Paragon. Allayria should know: she's it.
But Allayria doesn't want to be the Paragon, and in her pursuit of freedom she finds herself enmeshed in a web of lies, caught in a group who might be even more dangerous than she could have imagined.
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You can read Paragon here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/95374969-paragon
Highest ranking: #86 in Fantasy 2/10/2018
WIP
Cover art and written work by Azi.
Please note: violence, sexual themes, and coarse language will appear in Partisan.