Children of the God of War, the Seren of the Mountain believe in two things: might is power, and magic is sin. Yet in their hubris, the Clan has forgotten their most important role - to protect the most powerful weapons in all the realms from being...
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CHAPTER 1 - THE FEAST (PART I)
Seras, the Floating Mountain Summer, Sun Year 296 A.T. of the Serenian Calendar
In the shadows of the ferns at the edge of the glade, thirteen-year-old Eliah Taitenschild lay in wait. Gentle rays of twilight filtered through the canopy above, reflecting off floating particles of aeonite to illuminate the clearing with a soft azure glow. At its centre was her quarry. The rabbit faced away from her, nose twitching as it took the time to investigate a moss-covered tree root.
It hadn't noticed her yet.
In one fluid movement, Eliah drew an arrow from her quiver and nocked it to her bow.
Her Da had once said that there were three things that made a good hunter:
Patience...
Ever so slowly, she rose to her feet.
Skill...
Lining up her aim, she pulled back on the string with a soft but audible creak. Her quarry didn't notice.
And luck.
'Eli! Where'd you go?'
The girl jumped and accidentally let loose. The rabbit squealed as her arrow thudded into the ground beside it and scampered off into the night. Cursing, she nocked another arrow, pulled back the string and aimed it at the young man who had appeared behind her.
With eyes as amber as her own, he glanced from the bow aimed at him to the arrow still quivering in the centre of the glade. 'I take it that was a bad time to shout.'
Eliah glared. 'You better have a good reason for scaring off my game, Aramir.'
'Of course I do.' Aramir jerked his head towards the north. 'Signal fire's been lit. The Titans are returning to the village, which means we need to as well. Don't worry about the rabbit. We've got plenty of forage, and I snagged a deer in a trap near the cliff.'
