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Chapter One

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Lachlei A Novel by
M. H. Bonham

Chapter 1

The world was gone.

Rhyn’athel, the god of warriors stood on the charred mound that was once a towering peak within the Shadow Mountains. Nothing but burnt and smoldering ruins and corpses filled the land to the glowing red horizon and beyond. The acrid smell of burning flesh and death reached his nostrils. To a mortal, the stench would have been overwhelming.

But there were no mortals. There was nothing living now. All the races were gone along with the green fields, the majestic forests of pine, oak, and elm, the streams, the rivers, the mountains and the valleys. All laid waste in one single battle.

Rhyn’athel doubted anything could have survived the torrent of flames and the massive destruction that followed. He sheathed his sword, Teiwaz, in anger and pulled off his helm and mail coif, revealing the red mane streaked with gold.

Such waste! The gods of light would have to begin again.

Rhyn’athel was a tall god, but he could see no further than perhaps a mile.

The thick clouds of smoke were too dense and piles of burning corpses too tall to see beyond. His silver eyes scanned the battlefield.

He caught movement and drew Teiwaz once again. Had the demon god returned? What could Areyn Sehduk, the god of death, want with this world now? Areyn had razed the world with the Fyr, the Eternal Fire, and nothing could stand in its way.

Teiwaz, the Sword of Power, glowed a menacing blue-white against the blood-red sky. Rhyn’athel relaxed when he saw the movement was a silver wolf padding through the piles of ashes and charred remains.

“Ni’yah,” Rhyn’athel said. The wolf transformed into a god wearing mail. He was shorter than Rhyn’athel, with a wolf-gray mane and brass-colored eyes. Still, the familial resemblance remained. “Brother,” he greeted the warrior god. “Where is Areyn Sehduk?”

“Back in the world of the dead, I hope,” Rhyn’athel replied. “What of the other worlds?”

“Much the same as this,” Ni’yah said. “Except our own world, Athelren. The other gods and goddesses were able to hold off the Eternal Fire to protect the Hall of the Gods.”

“Nothing more?”

“Nothing more.”

Rhyn’athel shook his head. “Then the Eleion…”

Ni’yah grinned wryly.

Rhyn’athel stared. “Why do you smile? Areyn destroyed everything! Everything!”

“Not completely, my brother.”

Rhyn’athel blinked. “What?”

“You don’t think I would let the Eleion perish, do you?” Ni’yah asked. “They were, after all, my idea.”

A grin spread across Rhyn’athel’s face. “Who’s alive?”

Ni’yah shook his head. “I couldn’t save all. But it’s enough to return the Eleion and the Ansgar races to this world. There’s enough of each of the Nine Kindreds. But yes, your son, Lochvaur, is alive.”

“You brought them to Athelren — to the Hall of the Gods?”

“It was the safest place — considering there were no safe places,” Ni’yah said. “So, what did you get out of Areyn?”

“A truce,” Rhyn’athel said. “We’ve divided the Nine.”

“Equally?”

Rhyn’athel nodded.

Ni’yah frowned. “Next time, have me negotiate. We won, my brother — we should’ve gotten the majority.”

“I tried — but even with Teiwaz run through him and pinned to the World Tree, Areyn wouldn’t concede his four,” Rhyn’athel said. “And this world, the fifth world, can’t be touched by either side until the end of time. It’s neutral ground.”

“What of the Eleion and Ansgar?”

“This will be their world now.”

“No bargain,” Ni’yah said. “The Jotunn and demons can still walk these worlds — they’ll decimate our people.”

“Neither the Jotunn nor the demons can enter this world– not while under the truce,” Rhyn’athel said. “But neither I nor Areyn can enter this world as long as the truce is in effect.”

“I didn’t agree to this,” Ni’yah said, crossing his arms.

“You will abide by it.”

“No.”

Rhyn’athel glared at his brother. “You dare defy me?”

“Yes,” Ni’yah said. “This is foolish — you brokered no peace, brother, you simply delayed the inevitable.”

“And what would you do?” Rhyn’athel demanded. “Areyn can’t be destroyed anymore than you or I. Without a reasonable offer, Areyn has no motivation to keep the truce and then, we are back to this.” He waved a gauntleted hand at the desolation.

Ni’yah shook his head and said nothing. His brass eyes hardened as he gazed at the destroyed world. “What Areyn did is unforgivable.”

“What would you have done?”

A silence ensued. At last, Ni’yah nodded. “I would’ve brokered peace the best I could,” he admitted.

“Which I have done,” Rhyn’athel replied. He gripped his brother’s arm.

affectionately. “I know it’s a delay, but what else can I do?”

“Let’s hope it’s enough,” the wolf-god replied..

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