WHEN COMES THE FIRETIDE: INNUNDATION
Tybraes is an unforgiving world, splintered by races at war convinced their fundamental differences far outweigh any common ground. The botanic, fey Erahs seek to remain hidden from the violent warring of the leporine Shae and the red giants, the Ganroth. When an Erahs “Blade Spirit” is found, a gifted time-bender of a lost monk order, the Nelenr, the Shae claim Khes Adaia for their own-- a weapon in their war against the Ganroth. In truth, she is a single cog in a much larger machination against the Ganroth's waking old god, Uvall, who threatens to consume them all. If the mystery of “The Motherless,” why Khes is so important, and how to kill a god is not discovered, a petty political coup will be a good day in Tybraes. They simply need more time.
When Comes the Firetide: Chapter OneChapter One: Blade Spirit
Consciousness returned in cyclical waves of nausea and sensual distortion. Each limb felt weighted by sand, and her head filled with a hot, stinging fluid. The near evacuation of her stomach as she sat up slowed Khes' progress, and only as her hand came to her abdomen did she become aware of her nudity. The girl's bleary eyes blinked wider, forcing focus and awareness as the spasm of realization jolted her to sobriety.
Upon the floor was her dress, the plain blue shift she wore as servant in the Damin's estate. Plain by Shae standards, but among the poorer clans of her own people, the dress was elegant. Only the stigma of station attached to it darkened that elegance. Service was an incorrect description. Khes was a slave. Captured, bought and owned. Whatever had transpired that left her body aching and her mind numb was within her Master's rights. Khes knew this, and loathed the not knowing as much as she loathed that she had failed to prevent it.
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Dragon Chasers
Song Lyrics by Wax Taylor
It has been a while
Since I've seen your smile
I'm even wondering
If I ever knew you at all
You've been chasing time
You say that you are fine
But I guess what's inside
Is darker than you are
Dragon chasers will make the headlines
You're not to blame
It's this world we're living in
Where presidents do cocaine
And sad men seek the dragon
You're not so strong
Empowered by the dragon
Just a lost, lost soul
Into oblivion
Dragon chasers will make the headlines