Bright Children, Chapter 1-4 “Dreadtusk”

“I’ve never heard of more than one coming this far upland,” Shaenyll said. She held out her own focus, a long intricately carved piece of ivory with a narrow tip, in the same manner as Hamon. “I know what I hear,” Hamon said. He drew his focus, a square piece of knotted bone terminating in a series of blunted spikes, back and forth, his eyes looking over it at the horizon. “I know what I feel in the lines two. There are more coming. Two. Three?” His throat grated slightly as he inhaled. “Get the livestock inside the walls,” Shaenyll…

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The Bright Children, Chapter 1-3 “Dreadtusk”

Aphella froze. She could feel her heart beating, but everything else on her body seemed locked up, stiff, cold. Never had she encountered a beast of the wild that did not succumb to fire and heat, but the roaring mass of muscle and twisted hide on the other end of the pit was prove fire did not quell all life. The dreadtusk ended its roar and ground its feet into the wet earth of the pit. It shook its head and grunted, then vomited up part of the snuffler it had devoured a scant minute earlier. It appeared as a…

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The Bright Children, Chapter 1-2 “Dreadtusk”

“The elders are up, yes? Go get them,” Aphella said. “It’s a dreadtusk.” She picked up her spear and bent her knees. Softly she began to incant, and the broad bone head of the spear gave off a pale green light. “What?” Ty said. He fumbled with his lantern, nearly dropping it on the rocks, then held it out as if it too were a spear. A roar like a deep, guttural drum shook them. Ripples appeared from the water as if dozens of rocks had been thrown into the pool. On the far side of the pool, the silhouette…

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The Bright Children, Chapter 1-1

Chapter 1: Dreadtusk Aphella sat on the rocks, watching the hold’s herd of snufflers amble about in the moss pit. Beyond it was impenetrable, unending darkness. Above, there was nothingness. Behind her, the village was alive with light, though she knew the greater majority of the people there would be sleeping. That light of the village gave only a faint image of the moss pit, and ever Aphella’s gaze fell on the end of that light. The dimness and the loneliness was what made times up on the wall, watching the animals, boring and frightening at the same time. The…

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The Bright Children, Prologue: The Darkening

The land of the Bright Children, the Illuminates, was a twisted world – a world of ruins. It was a land of wide untold boundaries, filled with beasts of unfathomable horror, whose dens reeked of death, and whose tusks were stained with gore. Seldom were the dens of such monsters found, even when they were sought out, an action which the bravest and brightest illuminate would find terrifying and abominable. This was because the world, the earth, nameless beyond such simple terms, was above all, exceedingly dark. The darkness that surrounded the Bright Children was nearly a thing unto itself,…

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