The Legend of Aerin

That which is forgotten, will be remembered.

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49: The Bloody Battle of Gelonus

Gelonus, this sacred land let none disturb it thus for we the Geloni are committed [to protect], committed to its legacy.  Forever wild let us be the guardians of such unbridled forestry. The Book of Bryansk, A Secret History of Gelonus There is a great pleasure derived from walking amidst the wilderness of the forest for Aerin took much delight in taking long deep breaths to savour the pure…

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48: He Shall Sing and the World Will Listen

Orpheus nodded, “the cat does climb this tree quickly, and with purpose” he whispered, in reply.   Egil and El Pada had, at this, quietly undertaken to string their bows each with an arrow and pointed their tips down through the canopy upon which they sat, tracing any movement that caught their sharply-sighted eyes.  Hephaestus stood curling his beard about his fingers deep in thought, and upon…

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The River Flows Again from Frozen

Laoch the sea warrior sat astride an upturned tree pleasantly amused by the gypsies’ banter as he gazed into the thick forest in wonder. The dying tree was a hard-timbered oak. Its large exposed roots poked intermittently out of the ground for many feet around the oak’s carcass, for even though the weight of its falling trunk and all must have been immense, it had not been enough to dislodge all…

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46: Upon Strange Lands

46: Upon Strange Lands

As the cockcrow sun rose resplendent clement rays did warm the stone caves within which the gypsies slept, yet it was their hunger that woke them and forced them from their beds rather than the sweet sound of the day’s aubade.  They were hungry beyond measure and thought of nothing else!  Egil, Aerin, Hermes, Orpheus and Chiron arose early to find raw herbs, which they found in great abundance,…

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45: The Celtic Warrior

Another chapter for your reading pleasure- no. 45, The Celtic Warrior #longread @legendofaerin

It was a dank night and the gypsies huddled about the fallen stranger with breath leaving smoke-curls in the air.  Aerin’s skin felt prickly with hardened goosebumps The poor stanger could do little but whisper his own name, “Laoch” he said wearily, “please…help me”.  Orpheus peered through the darkness at Laoch before hurriedly turning his head upward to search the open skies for any sign of…

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44: The Fallen

Chapter 44 hot off the press #longread @legendofaerin The Fallen - check it out!

Let it be known.  Giants are hardy folk.  Though mortal (as like man) they do possess immense strength and courage, quite surpassing even the towering form that they do take to the naked eye.  Now Heimdallr himself was no ordinary giant, for he was, though he would never mention, a giant of giants.  The shield that he had carried so lightly was seven ox-hides thick and covered with Giant’s…

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43: The Waking of the Giant

Latest chapter for fantasy #longread @legendofaerin "The Waking of the Giant" - check it out!

And while by ocean’s rugged bounds I muse Thy solemn influence o’er my soul diffuse: Whether thou wanderest o’er the craggy steep, Where the lone spirits of the tempest weep, Or go’st with trackless footsteps o’er the waves Or wak’st the echoes of thy hundred caves With joy I hail thy visionary form. Rough dark gust, an’ clad in night and storm. To me more dear thy rocky realm by far. The cliff…

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42: To Giants' Causeway

Another new chapter in fantasy #longread @legendofaerin - two in two days. Probably a record.

Aerin opened her book of Magick hoping for some rare good news to emerge from its pages but was, not unusually, treated instead to the book’s usual disdainful tone.    Finally.  Are we there yet?  It appears we have stopped in Elgol, of all places!  “What is wrong with Elgol?” Aerin dared to enquire.  Oh be it far from me to criticise…  Aerin thought it quite like the book to criticise but said…

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The Last Land of Elgol

Belated new post from fantasy book-in-the-making @legendofaerin, relax and sip a cup of joe!

Coal clouds washed the skies with ash.  Whispering tree leaves touched each others slender hands and chattered in the breeze.  Otherwise the world stood still.  Aerin lifted her leadened chin forcefully skywards and swept matted hair, twisted barnacles from her face.  You could see deep Stygian circles around her dark irises that meant her gaze was like staring into a chasm.  Souls had been…

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40: The Land of Albion

40: The Land of Albion

Albion was that named at the beginning; the land, the sea and all that belonged to it.  The white cliffs that mask the shore stand tall as Albion did, the first giant of the earth.  Giants were the first to inhabit the land, and with our strength will be the last.  Upon the creation of the world giants built great volcanoes, carved the rivers betwixt the mountains and held the great waves at…

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39: The Secrets of Minsden Abbey

39: The Secrets of Minsden Abbey

The sodden gypsies slept past dawn and ’twas only once light had slipped into day that they turned in their beds to waken.  Sun had risen long ago and yet it seemed but a moment ago to Aerin that they had bid farewell to Hermes who sat a broken man at their table alone and quieted.  Aerin had felt but a small scrap of sadness at leaving him there, yet it was done.  She could not think how their…

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38: Hermes, and the Tavern Brawl

Chapter 38: 'Hermes and the Tavern Brawl' @legendofaerin . To be read with pint in hand.

Upon waking soon after the sun dawned and shadow rolled up its covering quilt to let in the morning splendor ‘pon the horizon Aerin climbed out of her bed quietly to avoid waking her still-sleeping compatriots.  Her toes curled upon the soft rug beneath her feet as she crept, book tucked under arm, to stand and stare out of a round window situated upon the eastern wall of the room.  Here she…

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37: Ye Bandit’s Bower

New chapter for #fantasyfiction long read @legendofaerin 'Ye Bandit's Bower'

Light trickled through the damp and warmed still weary bones.  Dark and damp clung to fabric and skin with ready ease.  Blades rusted and joints stiffened.  Orpheus and Fjalar busied themselves lighting fire with what little wood they had beneath the ground and the band of travellers nestled close, each appreciating the presence of the other.  Caves are lonely places and earth absorbs every…

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36: Light Amongst the Dark

36: Light Amongst the Dark

Through the night Aerin awoke several times to hear the Keres calling to each other squawking wildly overhead and shattering the peace of the night’s blanket on the forest.  Their chilling screeches vibrated through the air piercing ears like ringing glass that smashed on hard rock floor.  Nothing else made a sound.  In fact one time Aerin woke to catch a glimpse of clawed feet scraping across…

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35: Nyct The Owlman

New chapter 35 Nyct the Owlman #fantasyfiction #freebook online @legendofaerin -check it out!

Those ill-fated travellers sat amongst the wetted cave and waited  for many hours staring into the miserable gloom and watching the furious rapid waters past swiftly by their feet with furious roared until even the sun sank below the gorge’s edge and they were cast in shadow.   Aerin sensed something other than the light had changed and felt the hairs prick up upon the back of her neck.  She…

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Wings of Nyct

I have written a new chapter 'Wings of Nyct' for #fantasyfiction online book @legendofaerin

As was the way of Centaurs, Chiron commanded a great sense of awe and calm (Fjalar the dwarf would say “too calm”) and the companions happily journeyed from the murky depths of the quagmire back into the forest heartland no longer concerned for the stresses of their morning.  It was but half hour later when they returned to Chiron’s twisted oak tree home and sat betwixt its splendour to sip acorn…

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Oak Forest of Foloi

Check out new chapter online #fantasyfiction book @legendofaerin 'Oak Forest of Foloi'

Egil the Archer, with her long flowing redded locks did lead the way at brisk pace through a dense maze of oak, fern, barbed berry, ivy and elm.  The air was thick with the sweet aroma of fruitful forest and Orpheus, who knew many-a-land remarked upon its mysterious beauty and uniqueness, nestled tightly on the plateau of the Foloi mountain that lay to their west.  In between the large trunks of…

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