Îra lay on her back reading aloud the novel Erna í Cí[1] while Fallajon listened and watched the night absently. “Catchan qan íní à meníath indrê. Jílía Fallabâ haer sie ilelkan à—”[2] Fallajon gasped. Îra looked at her, wondering what was so shocking, and saw her friend’s face turn white. “What is it?” she asked….
It was the day of simulated battle between their squad and Pôtheem’s. The two squads traveled a mile into the woods around Bethjuedt, where each staked out a headquarters. Using swords, arrows and spears without heads, and strategy, the two would battle for the championship. For ten years, Îra’s squad had been the one to…
“My good captains and leaders,” Çawl said at supper, “it is my pleasure to introduce to you marquísah Aichan, a new transfer. Aichan shall be partnered with marquísa Îra.” The soldiers chorused greetings to him. As the hubbub died down, Çawl asked Aichan to lead them in giving thanks to Aia for their meal as…
Here are a couple pictures of characters and a map of Maraiah: Ira Aichan Fallajon Map of Maraiah
Îra stood abruptly at his last word. Aichan stepped forwards, stretching out a hand to greet her. “It is my pleasure to meet you, marquísa,” he said in a deep voice, trying to look into her eyes. She ignored him. “Commander,” she protested, “surely there is a mistake. I am a squad leader, and squad…
Îra[1] glanced out of the window from the room she shared with Fallajon, another squad leader. The room was on the third level of Îderie Lacon[2] in the circular city of Bethjuedt. The first level of the castle was underground and housed the quísah[3] of the Rebellion[i] who were stationed in Bethjuedt. The second level…
This blog contains the story I have written/am writing. It is the ninth book in its series, The Story, and shall be the first one of the series to be fully written–a bit like C.S. Lewis wrote his Chronicles of Narnia out of order. As it takes place in another world, and is the first book…
