IREN ADAMS

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Today, you’ll read the backstory of the gods in my latest writing project–The Broken Sands. You’ll read about Etherea and Livion, two sides of the same sword.

As a writer, I’ve always been fascinated by mythology and the role that gods and goddesses play in shaping the stories we tell, and, of course, I’ve created my own pantheon for the story I’m working on.

So, if you’re a fan of mythology, or just love a good origin story, then join me on this journey into the world of my gods.

Damen tells us about a tribe living in a forest confined only by the shores of an ocean and snow-capped mountains. On the day the moon hid the sun from view, the chief's wife gave birth to twins. A boy and a girl of otherworldly beauty and quiet nature. A girl Etherea and a boy Livion. One opposite of the other in every way but one. Their unmatched rivalry, surpassing ordinary fights between siblings. As they grew older, power surged in their blood. Old and untamed. The pulse of life energy in their veins echoed throughout the whole world. Mountains crumbled, oceans raged, civilizations bloomed and perished. Their tribe knew that only one of the twins should win this test of strength if the world were to survive.

As the moon cloaked the sun for another time, the tribe gathered in the temple they’d built to honor The Maker. A pyramid towering over the forest with silver veins running deep through the stone. That night, the temple pulsed with energy and, as the twins faced each other, the silver lit up with the light of The Maker himself. He would watch the fight and grace the victor of this battle of will and wit.

When Etherea and Livion faced each other, the beat of drums thrummed through the temple. Soon, it echoed every clash of their weapons and the shudders it sent through the land.

Their strength and skill matched perfectly, but even the most powerful grow tired. As a mirror image of each other, they lunged. Their defenses dropped for a single moment. It was enough. The blades pierced their hearts. They fell to their knees, holding to each other as blood pooled around them. For the first time, they saw each other as a part of a whole rather than rivalries of old spites.

The silence that followed stretched endlessly. Even the light in the silver veins dimmed to a soft glow, and from the shadows of the temple, The Maker walked to meet the champions who had fought for his grace.

The Maker knelt next to the twins as only a sparkle of life flickered in their eyes. He had watched them grow. He had seen their kindness and their wrath. He had tested their resolve. Death by each other’s hand was not the end they deserved.

The Maker waved his hand, and the swords disappeared. Blood ran free, and the twins fell, clutching each other as the energy seeped away from their veins. Once they took the last breath, their bodies vanished, and The Maker with them, but their energy thrummed in the temple that from that day became the place where eternity and oblivion met. Twins that only in death had known peace, and from that day forward guided our lives by The Maker’s will. Etherea became The Maker’s bride and brought spirits of elements into the world, but Livion always stayed close, wasting away the world with each passing moment only so Etherea’s will could awaken it anew.

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