As I pointed out in my previous posts I have just finished writing the first book of a Series called Tales of Arnaticum...
Here is the blurb that I wrote for that piece. I would truly appreciate any comments
; grammar, content, anything. Please, feel free to take it apart. I would be truly grateful if you can tell me what you like as well as what you don't like about it...
There has always been war, they say. Going through the parchments of old, I realize the truth to their words. It all started eons ago, before the arrival of men, even before our forefathers took their first breath. Then, the old races of the land and the seven Gods of Arnaticum combined their strength to oppose an enemy so vile, that even its name cannot be found in the records of old. They fought bravely, they fought with resolution, but they fought knowing that they cannot win...
The conflict raged for ages, but unlike many of the wars that followed it, that was a battle not for conquest or power but for survival. Then, when all seemed lost, the moon first appeared in the dark sky. The God Arwenai and his people the Gar' Azur created the heavenly body to guide their path to victory, we were told. As Arnaticum bathed in its gentle light, our race came into being admiring the pale beauty of the moon's radiance. The enemy, however, cried out in pain... It was a small victory, indeed, but it gave hope to the people of the land in times when hope was nowhere to be found in the world of Arnaticum. Then came the sun...
Few seem to remember how the war ended. Some say the enemy was defeated so thoroughly that it will never encroach on our world again... but others know better. The enemy is locked away from our lands, they claim, but as the years pass by under the watch of Chronos, that lock is bound to one day fail...
Still, with the enemy gone, the older races finally earned what they had spilled their blood for since the beginning of time... With victory came peace. But, with peace came conflict. The old races realized that ice and fire did not mesh, nor did order and chaos... yet, after enough carnage had taken place, the Gods agreed to never allow their races to battle for supremacy again. The peace held, at least for a while... until the last two races of the land woke to the light of the sun. Men and Orc arrived in a place free of conflict, but a place that had already been scarred by the wars of old. Soon, the two youngest races comprehended that those scars had affected them more than anybody else...
Then, the Wars of Heaven began... The books of old blame Arwenai for starting the quarrel although we are not told why he chose to march against his own kin. Slowly but surely, every race that resided under the light of moon and sun was drawn into the conflict... The war raged for a century, they say, and the damage caused by the Gods and their people exceeded anything Arnaticum had ever seen. In the end, Arwenai was defeated and his race payed a dire price for its failure. Realizing what they had done, the Gods abandoned our world. Only Arwenai was left behind, his eternal spirit captured in a rock somewhere in the mountains of the North... But the Gods left a gift for the people of Arnaticum, a gift that was meant to replace their primal energies in our world. They left us the One Stone...
For the past thousand years, we have tried our best to bring peace to our lands. We have failed... and now we are at war again. We are on our own, with no help from our God. We still ask him for advice in our prayers, but we know that he will not answer... And, as Arwenai's hosts march on us again, we fear for our very survival. War has come to Arnaticum once more, war that may bring the end of us all...
Chefo
Here is the blurb that I wrote for that piece. I would truly appreciate any comments
; grammar, content, anything. Please, feel free to take it apart. I would be truly grateful if you can tell me what you like as well as what you don't like about it...There has always been war, they say. Going through the parchments of old, I realize the truth to their words. It all started eons ago, before the arrival of men, even before our forefathers took their first breath. Then, the old races of the land and the seven Gods of Arnaticum combined their strength to oppose an enemy so vile, that even its name cannot be found in the records of old. They fought bravely, they fought with resolution, but they fought knowing that they cannot win...
The conflict raged for ages, but unlike many of the wars that followed it, that was a battle not for conquest or power but for survival. Then, when all seemed lost, the moon first appeared in the dark sky. The God Arwenai and his people the Gar' Azur created the heavenly body to guide their path to victory, we were told. As Arnaticum bathed in its gentle light, our race came into being admiring the pale beauty of the moon's radiance. The enemy, however, cried out in pain... It was a small victory, indeed, but it gave hope to the people of the land in times when hope was nowhere to be found in the world of Arnaticum. Then came the sun...
Few seem to remember how the war ended. Some say the enemy was defeated so thoroughly that it will never encroach on our world again... but others know better. The enemy is locked away from our lands, they claim, but as the years pass by under the watch of Chronos, that lock is bound to one day fail...
Still, with the enemy gone, the older races finally earned what they had spilled their blood for since the beginning of time... With victory came peace. But, with peace came conflict. The old races realized that ice and fire did not mesh, nor did order and chaos... yet, after enough carnage had taken place, the Gods agreed to never allow their races to battle for supremacy again. The peace held, at least for a while... until the last two races of the land woke to the light of the sun. Men and Orc arrived in a place free of conflict, but a place that had already been scarred by the wars of old. Soon, the two youngest races comprehended that those scars had affected them more than anybody else...
Then, the Wars of Heaven began... The books of old blame Arwenai for starting the quarrel although we are not told why he chose to march against his own kin. Slowly but surely, every race that resided under the light of moon and sun was drawn into the conflict... The war raged for a century, they say, and the damage caused by the Gods and their people exceeded anything Arnaticum had ever seen. In the end, Arwenai was defeated and his race payed a dire price for its failure. Realizing what they had done, the Gods abandoned our world. Only Arwenai was left behind, his eternal spirit captured in a rock somewhere in the mountains of the North... But the Gods left a gift for the people of Arnaticum, a gift that was meant to replace their primal energies in our world. They left us the One Stone...
For the past thousand years, we have tried our best to bring peace to our lands. We have failed... and now we are at war again. We are on our own, with no help from our God. We still ask him for advice in our prayers, but we know that he will not answer... And, as Arwenai's hosts march on us again, we fear for our very survival. War has come to Arnaticum once more, war that may bring the end of us all...
Chefo
