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Elyndor Chronicles, From the Writings of Tarric Vethrin

Of Shadows and Silent Blades – The Spy Orders of Elyndor

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I should really stop talking politics with people at night.
Yesterday, a merchant sat in my tavern and, after his third drink, confidently explained that Elyndor only works because of the nobility.

That was the moment I realized he was either very rich or surprisingly eager to die. Probably both.

The truly important things in Elyndor rarely happen where everyone is looking.
Of course, the noble houses like to pretend they are the ones running the world. Grand halls. Grand speeches. Grand family crests. Big egos.

And then trade routes suddenly disappear, names vanish from records, or someone unexpectedly falls down a staircase right in the middle of a political discussion. Several times.

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Denizens of Elyndor, Your Journey Through Elyndor

A Name That Never Existed – The Story of Miriana and the Shadow Blades | High fantasy story

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The room was silent. Not the ordinary silence of empty halls, but one that watched—as if even the air itself decided what to reveal and what to conceal.

A uneasy feeling spread through your stomach and deepened as the heavy iron door closed behind you. Silent. Final.

Alone.

You didn’t know who had brought you here. You didn’t even know if you had been invited—or if you had simply… been taken…

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Denizens of Elyndor, Elyndor Chronicles

Fantasy Short story: The Cliffs of Eldar’s Reach – The Tragedy of the Thalvaen Siblings

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Kaelen and Seris Thalvaen were born into a world that was never meant to be theirs. Their family, once highly esteemed, had been brought down by intrigue and betrayal. After the death of their parents, a maid saved the children and brought them to the pirates – traumatized and broken, like two lost sparks in a storm.

They grew up on the decks of storm-tossed ships, learning the wind, the salt, the rules of freedom – and what it means to stand up for honor and loyalty.

Kaelen, the brother, learned that morality is worth more than blood. That one must fight for one’s principles, even if the price is high.
Seris, the sister, learned that power and control are the only means to survive. She was colder, more strategic, willing to do anything to take revenge. He was empathetic, justice-driven – an idealist who did not measure the world by its cruelty.

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