Out of the west, shall he come
from the narrow entrance,
Into of the storm, shall he go
In the time of the One
Darkness shall haunt his steps
But Light shall he be
The sword of the One shall he bear
Darkness and Light meet in battle
In the time of the One 
Signs in the sky signal the beginning
In the time of the One

I write this history so the truth is never forgotten. I well know even if I scratch not a single word across this parchment, the memory shall fade not among my kin. The brand marks on our hearts and spirits shall, I pray to the One, fade in the endless passing of years. Yet they shall never wholly vanish.

Nor should they.

I write not for my people then, but for the mortals of later ages who shall only hear of this as a grand tale long vanished into myth and legend that is heard by the fireside to stir the heart and so shorten a long winter’s night.

But these heroes lived in truth. They fought and suffered in truth. They wrote history in their blood with their stalwart endurance of torment brought upon them by my own kind. I write to honor them. Many passed into the protection of the One in valiant struggle against powers far greater than they. If the memory of the darkness of those days shall not entirely fade, neither shall the memory of the lights that shone in the night and defied it by their courage, love, and sacrifice. ‘Tis that this history celebrates to stand witness to those who became friends, as dear to us as our own blood.

I’m excited to introduce you to my new fantasy series, The Storm Chronicles! The first volume will debut later this year, but you can get a sneak peek with Part 1 if you sign up for my mailing list.

See you in the storm!