Welcome to The Ederren.
Here you will find excerpts, lore and short stories from the other world. Maybe one day it will see publication. Many lives, many perspectives, all bound in the same world. Regular updates no longer a possibility.
Enjoy your stay.
Between the reeds which cover the ancient path is a whisper heard by few. Guarded by time and inconvenience, it sits quietly out of the way. Continue reading “Between, below.”
A barricade of flesh stood before the shattered gates. A gruesome sight of the slain acting as gatekeepers for their foes. Continue reading “Besieged.”
Should it be within my power, I would not suffer the dishonest or dishonored. That I would not be subject to the whims and fantasies of those who would see the world as that which owes them rather than what is. Continue reading “For all it is.”
An awkward relief and silence always fills the battlefield when the fighting is done. What once were screams and bashing and clashing of metal and wood is now replaced a gentle breeze, the distant celebration of those who survived, and the agonized cries of those who barely escaped death. Continue reading “Aftermath.”
The horizon shows its majesty in the light of day. The clouds below make their way between the mountains as though following the paths so they might fly above the valleys. Continue reading “Beneath the ledge.”
