The Legacy of Tremuir Book One Beginnings
Tremuir Book One: Beginnings
By Amber Rendon & Kitty Bullard
Copyright © Amber Rendon & Kitty Bullard 2013
Cover Art: Amber Rendon
Published by: GMTA Publishing
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Prologue
For ages it has been known that the gods are responsible for shaping the destiny and lives of every creature that dwells upon the Earth. What is not known is the true reasoning behind this. Why do some fail? Why do others succeed and gain wealth and glory in the process? Why do some fall to the wayside to be left in squander and turmoil? It is all for one specific reason only, the gods do not bestow the fates upon the populace of any given city in order to help or punish. They do it only for their own entertainment. Just as we grow bored with our daily lives and long for something different or profound, so too do the gods and here in Tremuir it seems their boredom comes upon a whim. Life is to their discretion, they choose the paths for us all and there is nothing we can do about it. We are powerless to change the course of our own existence and therein become their pawns. The story you are about to read shows the inner workings of what can happen when the gods decide to play, and what happens when the boredom becomes so vast that they no longer wish to play at all. This is where the Legacy of Tremuir beginsÉ.
Chapter One
Deep within the thick folds of time, a place of utmost tranquility was hidden. An idyllic retreat for beings bestowed both with unrivaled power and strength. Yet this world, for all its elegance and comfort, lacked a certain pleasure for those who inhabited it. Every second much rivaled the one prior, becoming tedious and tiresome to the troupe which lived upon its plains. The Gods, a small society of ten mighty individuals, had frolicked for an ageless era, and found themselves at long last, suffering from the acute pangs of boredom. So abundant was this new tribulation that a plea was finally voiced, and in answer to the need, Aloyn encouraged his entourage to seek out a new playground, which might offer the deities a veritable salver of greater pleasures. So far, none had found a haven suitable of replacing their current nest. For days now Eon had been making sport with the ships upon the open waves, tossing them harshly so that they spilled their worldly goods into the ocean offering him yet more treasure he could never gain happiness from. It was in this sport a new playground would be found, for there was one ship destined to a land that was mildly inhabited. A land where a King lived in sadness as he and his wife had yet to gain an heir. William was his name and he was spoken of with reverence by the men upon that ship as they fought hard against the boundless winds that threatened to break their sails. Eon listened close, his ears so accustomed to the racket he could make that he had no trouble hearing the words over the din. Even the sailors thought it odd when the winds suddenly stopped and their sails righted. The oceans grew calm and the sun broke through the clouds as though the horror of the past few days had all been a nightmare. Streaking through the water, his scales leaving a silver trail of light behind he came to a point where he would not be discovered as he called upon Sipher, the messenger to take word to Aloyn of a land called Tremuir. Least menacing of the Gods, Sipher dutifully responded to Eon's request and sped, upon winged feet, to deliver the message directly. What he lacked in strength, Sipher made up tenfold in speed. Jagged mountain peaks, which would give any mere mortal pause, posed little problem for the messenger, he surpassed the towering peaks quickly, bursting onto the cloudy dais with a breathless exclamation. "Eon has found it!" Quickly bowing to those gathered, he continued in a rush as Renae, the fairest of all Goddesses straightened in anticipation. "A land called Tremuir." A table laden with some of the best food sat before him, a thick piece of meat held between two fingers glistened with a thin gravy like substance that dripped onto the plate below. The ascent to parted lips was halted as Sipher came rushing into the hall where the majority had gathered this day. Without hesitation the meat was dropped with a wet plop upon the plate and he grasped a napkin to wipe his hands before turning his full attention upon their flustered messenger. "Sipher... are you sure?" Eyes of deep amber rested on the face of the wing-footed God as he waited for the full explanation of what it was exactly that Eon had found. "Tremuir...." Even the name sounded like an unlikely Utopia. Aloyn stood slowly and beckoned Renae to his side. "Tell us more." "A land most ripe, laden with beauty for as far as the eye can see, Lush foliage, crystalline seas; truly an oasis fit for only us." Sipher's voice quivered as he verbally painted a picture for the Gods. With each word, his hands moved with polished fluidity as his own excitement was shared by his kin. While most appeared captivated by the tale, there was one who maintained a reserved expression. Ucipher, the master god of death, held up a hand to halt the messenger mid-speech. As darkly glorious as Aloyn, Ucipher arched his ebony eyebrows, beneath which he stared coldly upon Sipher. "As lovely as that sounds," His tone was measured, though a hint of mockery curled the corner of his lips. "Do we not have such splendor already?" Languidly, the God stretched a well defined arm across the table's width, collecting Aloyn's discarded meat. Gripping one end of the cutlet between his forefinger and thumb, Ucipher hid his humorless smile behind the meat. He'd began to nod, his head dipping in a solitary movement that denoted true appreciation and yet his cruel opposite denied Sipher's words causing even him to pause in his acceptance. His arm woven tightly around Renae's form he turned his gaze to Ucipher and sighed with that old patronizing air. "Sipher... I have to admit as much as I hate to that Ucipher is right. Splendor and beauty is not all we are looking for, the main question is... is there sport enough to entertain us?" His eyes remained leveled on Ucipher as he spoke those words as though asking him to be patient just this once. He knew well that his darker counterpart was unable of patience even in the best of times. Finally, that gaze returned to Sipher as one hand lifted with a motion so fast it seemed never to have been made at all. "Speak on. Tell me of the people." It was easy to be awed by the two master gods, and Sipher was no different in that respect. He listened, struck by silent immobility as the pair debated his news. He had always faired favorably in the eyes of the Goddesses, and was at least acknowledged by the remainder of his peers. However, two in particular always gave him pause; Ucipher, of course, as well as Tudor - the war thirsty son of Aloyn. "Sport enough for even you, mighty Ucipher." Sipher responded with carefully chosen words. "A humble race of simple people, who pay their homage in daily toil, I have yet to impart the most rewarding token, your majesties. They are indebted to your subjects, the sun and moon, and thus, indebted to you. To all of you!" He rushed to finish, indicating with a wave of both hands to the troupe before him. "While some live to worship the moon, others pray to the sun. Yet, they do not begrudge one another happiness. Surely, diversion is to be found there? I ask you most modestly, come and see. Eon awaits your perusal." Was it wrong that Aloyn's smile began to grow at the news? As he listened to Sipher's explanation he became excited even anticipating a journey to this land which would take them but the gust of a small wind to reach. "The sun and moon... this is what we've been waiting for. We will go." Often it seemed that Aloyn was the deciding factor but in fact he always looked to Ucipher to tie up the ending decision. They were two sides of the same coin, one could never have existed without the other and this land, Tremuir, seemed to be just the catalyst they needed to continue that existence. A new playground where they could manipulate and mold the lives of the people at their will. Waiting for Ucipher's ascent he glanced round at the other faces of the Gods lining the hall. They all seemed in agreement and just as he, were waiting upon the word of Ucipher to make it so.
