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TEARS OF SILVER SHADOWS
Secrets of the Thrundul
BY MAGAIDH DUNBROCH

Blurb

TEARS OF SILVER SHADOWS
Secrets of the Thrundul
BY MAGAIDH DUNBROCH

Excerpt

Long before the footsteps of mortals stained the Faedoroth, Titans ruled. Massive beings whose powers and passions gave rise to many godly children and, with them, tales. Tales of capricious and devious escapades, daring battles, and jealous love affairs. Punishing all who opposed them.

The Titans grew jealous of their divine children, because of a prophecy the Morai foretold. All Titan offspring would one day rise above their parents’ and wrest control from their hands. They deemed sacrifices‌ necessary to quell this supposed uprising, and so, the Titans chose the strongest, smartest, and most beautiful among their children, and devoured them.

The Gods, fearing for their lives at the hands of their parents, rose against them; creating a bitter and bloody divide. Something the Morai neglected to mention.

Some Titans remained, like Ithronel, goddess of the earth, benign in the endeavors of the Gods and their new far-reaching aspirations. The Horai, who controlled the seasons, left to their boring tasks. Others, like Theia and Hyperion, were content to bear their light-bearing children and diminish before the war overtook them. Aros, Goddess of the Dawn, Eldarin, God of the Suns, and Selune, Keeper of the Moons, whom the other Gods found insipid in their meager talents, remained as well.

When the Gods had won their battle, claiming dominion over their parents and the Faedoroth, Lualdir reached for power and became it. He claimed power as his right and assumed the mantle of Lord God. No longer were they brutish Titans, but a beautiful, refined race; and as the God of power, who could oppose him?

He allowed the three siblings, his cousins, to live under his rule and assume their place in the natural order of day and night, as long as they did as he commanded. In a never-ending cycle, they chased each other in chariots of splendor, pulling behind them the colors of the morning sky, the glaring, oppressive suns, and last, the calm of the night and its always full moons.

Millennia came and went. Lualdir created mortals, with tiny life spans compared to the Gods’ eternal youth. The Pantheon, still under Lualdir’s control, flourished with the prayers of these mortals. Each prayed to a God or Goddess who carried an attribute they wished to gain favor of. They answered some, and others not, and most became pawns in an unwinnable game.

About Author Magaidh Dunbroch…