A Bond Broken by J.T. Wright
English | 2020 | Fantasy | ePUB |399 KB
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Having experienced his first survival type Trial, Trent Embra is eager to explore what else the world has to offer. There is only one problem. Not everyone comes away from a month of constant fighting untouched. Trent’s friend, Tersa is unhinged by her time in the Land of the Undying Lord, and Sergeant Cullen means to see her fixed. Trent, enlisted to help, is dragged towards another Trial, mostly willingly. Only time will tell if Tersa still has a place in the Guard, and what the Infinite World has indyh
There was no God of Truth. Whether there had ever been a God or Gods of Truth, was a hotly debated topic amongst theologians. They debated the existence of a God of Truth, and, if he had existed, where would he fall in the hierarchy of the various pantheon? The only thing all sides could agree on was that there was no God of Truth living today.
Before the fall of the Al’rashian Kingdom, the Al’rashia people could have settled this argument. There had never been an acknowledged God of Truth, unless you counted the Creator, the Keeper, as such. This statement wouldn’t be given any credence whatsoever even if theologians heard it. The argument that a Keeper stood at the top of the divine hierarchy was widely discredited. You might as well tell them that the Infinite World herself was the Supreme Goddess, and the Keeper was her husband and partner. No one worshiped the World; how could it be divine?
But this was the truth. The World and the Keeper were the only true gods, the only beings of absolute power. They didn’t depend on worship to give them authority or power. They were authority and power. Any Al’rashian child could have told you that. It was common knowledge before the fall of their kingdom.
There were two amongst the lesser gods, the servant gods, that held positions related to the truth. The God of History and the Goddess of Knowledge. They were considered dead gods as well, amongst those who knew of such things. Darak Faidor, once king of the Al’rashian people, could tell them otherwise. Like the Supreme ones, Imrihil, the God of History, and Althea, Goddess of Knowledge, didn’t require worshipers; they were sustained by the essence of what they represented.
Darak Fairdor could say this confidently because, at one time, his people had built temples to these gods and received the benefit of their guidance. It wasn’t out of reverence. Imrihil and Althea didn’t need that from their followers. All those two needed to be was for others to listen and accept, with minds uncolored by ambition or vanity.
The Al’rashia had managed to do this and gained greatly from it. They had also suffered for it. When the Elves had claimed to be the eldest race, the Al’rashia had refuted them. It was humans who were the first to walk the face of the Infinite World. Elves had been a poor second, a place they shared with Dwarves, Al’rashians and Goblins.
The Elves had immediately declared war because of this insult. To suggest that they were second to the short-lived and weak humans was bad enough, but to be placed on the same level as Goblins, that was a fact the Elves could never accept. Their armies had marched as soon as they could be gathered.
That war had not gone well for Darak’s ancestors. At that time, Al’rashia was at peace. They had had warriors and military forces; the Infinite World was not kind to pacifists. However, this war was the first they had participated in since the Awakening. The Al’rashia defenders were used to challenging the Trials and fighting Beasts and monsters. They were unprepared to meet a unified and disciplined military force.