As the old tale says, two powerful Houses ruled all of Erydan once. Their representatives protected northern borders from the outer darkness and the creatures of Chaos. The Great War destroyed this order many centuries ago.
Now the sun is dying and the Mysterious Void is circling around the Five Lands of Erydan. If the prophecy is true—only the lost heirs of Two Houses have the power to change the fate of the world.
However, there is a mysterious and powerful curse that had been put on all descendants of Two Houses before the northern lands were ravaged by the Great War. That menace still hangs upon them—upon all those mighty and those poor dispersed among ordinary people—drawing evil towards them and sowing discord. Somewhere out there also lurk malicious Bardaugs—ancient curse keepers. They haunt all living descendants...
Young Ainavel who lives like ordinary seaman and sails with his father, an experienced Guardian of the Sea, doesn’t know yet that he will have to face these evil demons one day. He also doesn’t know that he will be forced to embark on a dangerous adventure, a death game that will change him forever.
I’m a huge fan of the fantasy genre. I love worldbuilding and storytelling. I’ve spent years working on the first draft of Ainavel – my fantasy novel about the world of Erydan.
I also love sci-fi, dystopian and post-apocalyptic survival stories. I am the author of Seven Players, a dystopian novella that came out of my fascination with futuristic worlds, and tells the story of teenage actors who are chosen to play the starring roles in a post-apocalyptic serial.
Suddenly Ainavel recalled he once saw an old wanderer who was spreading tales about the upcoming end of the world. He said that birds fell into a deep sleep instead of flying south as usual, that the lands in the proximity of the Darkness were going wild. People were leaving their houses seeking havens lit up with the legendary fire. “But on their way,” the old wanderer said in a low voice,” they would find merely smoldering and musty ruins of the houses. Some people think the abyss of the world hides kind of a magical crystal, the Mysterious Stone, through which the light of our fading sun slips. Don’t believe these tales!”