Chapter One
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During the age of Theokrone, before the endless vegetation throughout the plains had grown from rich and tender soil, or the towering mountains of the north had pierced through the more fragile atmosphere which kept the heavens in motion; there was the Syrieng.
Theokrone, at its heart, began as an expanse of absent color and neutrality. The existence of a separation of distinction had not yet come to be, until an array of tension carved a path through the desolate abyss. Destined cracks bled through the expanse unnoticed to the naked eye, but nevertheless a transparent wire was strung out; at length to forever float amongst the inanimateness of origin. As it drifted lifelessly, one end swaying like the bellow of the wind and the equivalent side like an untamable storm; such intermittent actions discovered their ‘key hole’ counterparts. However small they may have been, these sudden connections of puzzle like convenience; it was more certain that they represented ‘the unknown’ of the abyss and what more left there was to unearth. And so, the struggle of direction and destination for ‘ends’ to meet thus produced the deities amidst the age of Theokrone: a positive and a negative.
Like all Gods, perhaps even in expanses beyond this one, they hungered to achieve ambition like the tiger to which names himself king after an arduous prance through conflict and bestial sacrifice. Though absent of time, the scale of days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months which eventually ruptured themselves into the years just before the Syrieng. As the absence existed, so did the being’s adventures into their individual and uniquely adapted understanding of an inner might: an entity. Each of the gods was possessed by such strength. The positive god, Vitunne, had infused the celebration of balance and existence together hoping to create beauty not only received by the eye of the beholder. On the opposite spectrum, however, there was a deprivation of fertility and sympathy jutting through the abyss as if the mere actuality of fire was born from dominion. Therefore, the god of negativity sought after devastation and the suffering of emotion, calling himself: Malyste.
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Dear Readers,
This is an excerpt from my first fantasy novel debut! It is almost finished, but I think if any part speaks for itself about the novel, it would be this part.
I hope you enjoyed it, as it is a very clear sign of what is to come and how it is written. I've read a lot of your comments about my other works and since have re-adjusted most of my work to fit your critiques. I hope it was for the better
-The Written Chef
