Welcome To Team Nariah!
Princess Nariah Alcon, the exiled former Heiress of Ellonai, welcomes you to her side as she strives to save her people.
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**Excerpt from Oracle of Life: The Lords' Gambit Series Volume One**
“It’s normal, you know,” Rowan said, leaning back to look down into her face, “to want forgiveness for a sin you bear at no fault of your own.”
A shadow of sadness crossed the lord of Life’s face, and he tilted his chin up to the sky. Countless stars reflected in the lord’s eyes, and he paused in his dance, stretching a hand up as though he could grab one of them. Gently closing his fingers, he brought his hand down and presented his loosely-closed fist to Nariah with a nod. Slowly, cautiously, she opened his fingers, expecting nothing to be inside. To her surprise, a single crystal hung from a chain of fine silver.
“A wish,” he whispered, offering it to her. “I have the power to grant only one every thousand years—ten mortal lifetimes. I’ve been saving it, wondering how to make right the wrongs that have doomed us all. For truly, it is I who have brought you here. And now, even Mercy is dead.”
“Mercy? The goddess?” The woman in the lodge came rushing back to Nariah’s mind. She shook her head, unable to process what he was telling her. “But a goddess can’t die.”
“That’s what we’ve always thought as well. But apparently, it isn’t true.”
Unclasping the necklace, Rowan secured the chain around Nariah’s neck while her mind reeled with the news he’d shared.
A goddess could die. She could kill them all! Save not only her people, but Irony herself… that is, if she could figure out how Mercy was killed.
Rowan’s warm fingers brushed the stone on Nariah’s chest, and she jumped at the contact. He smiled, taking her hands in his and snapping his fingers once. The bubble around them burst, and their woodland companions cheered. Soft background tunes replaced the dancing melodies, and Rowan escorted Nariah to the food.
“I give my wish to you, Princess Nariah Alcon,” he whispered out of the corner of his mouth as he waved to the beings around them on the way to the troll’s makeshift tables. “Right the wrong that I could not. You’re the Seer, after all; you’re the only one who can see reality for what it really is.”...
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A shadow of sadness crossed the lord of Life’s face, and he tilted his chin up to the sky. Countless stars reflected in the lord’s eyes, and he paused in his dance, stretching a hand up as though he could grab one of them. Gently closing his fingers, he brought his hand down and presented his loosely-closed fist to Nariah with a nod. Slowly, cautiously, she opened his fingers, expecting nothing to be inside. To her surprise, a single crystal hung from a chain of fine silver.
“A wish,” he whispered, offering it to her. “I have the power to grant only one every thousand years—ten mortal lifetimes. I’ve been saving it, wondering how to make right the wrongs that have doomed us all. For truly, it is I who have brought you here. And now, even Mercy is dead.”
“Mercy? The goddess?” The woman in the lodge came rushing back to Nariah’s mind. She shook her head, unable to process what he was telling her. “But a goddess can’t die.”
“That’s what we’ve always thought as well. But apparently, it isn’t true.”
Unclasping the necklace, Rowan secured the chain around Nariah’s neck while her mind reeled with the news he’d shared.
A goddess could die. She could kill them all! Save not only her people, but Irony herself… that is, if she could figure out how Mercy was killed.
Rowan’s warm fingers brushed the stone on Nariah’s chest, and she jumped at the contact. He smiled, taking her hands in his and snapping his fingers once. The bubble around them burst, and their woodland companions cheered. Soft background tunes replaced the dancing melodies, and Rowan escorted Nariah to the food.
“I give my wish to you, Princess Nariah Alcon,” he whispered out of the corner of his mouth as he waved to the beings around them on the way to the troll’s makeshift tables. “Right the wrong that I could not. You’re the Seer, after all; you’re the only one who can see reality for what it really is.”...
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