Since no one grabbed lonely letter "I", I took it upon myself to tackle the challenge. Immediately, I thought of a key element in my Tallenmere series: Innessa. As both the name of a goddess and a continent, Innessa is pivotal to the world of Tallenmere. But, maybe you shouldn't take my word for it. Let's hear from the goddess herself.
I is for...Innessa
Omri decided to form his own sentient creatures and called them humans and halflings. He gave them short lifespans, but they were peaceful and worshiped him unquestioningly. I must admit to a having a competitive nature, so I created the elves. Wood elves to be guardians of the plants and animals and high elves, my masterpiece, blessed with my spark from an early age. And I granted them all the gift of long life. One thousand years to be exact. No more, no less. They called the world we had created for them Tallenmere, and to my great delight, they named their land after me, Innessa. Still besotted with our accomplishments, I later formed the faeries out of the giant blossoms of Faewood and the dwarves from the very stone of the Eastwood mountains.
After much debate, I'm sorry to say, I relented.
Tyr cut the light of day and added hours of night. He created races that would exist only in a mortal's nightmares. The First Ones--winged, scaled, vicious bipeds with a constant hunger for flesh. Then came ogres, trolls, and finally, his pride and joy--the dark elves.
For a while, balance did exist, until Tyr's First Ones became more then even he could handle. I cannot begin to tell you how wicked and destructive they were. Not even the dark elves, with their high intelligence and love of the dark arts were this evil. Omri and I sought Drae's council, but he declined to become involved, saying we brought this upon ourselves. Until this day, he remains apathetic to our plight. Therefore, Omri and I cornered Tyr and demanded he destroy those things. He refused at first, yet I firmly believe he was afraid of them. We decided to take things into our own hands after they almost devoured the entire halfling race, but discovered the disgusting things had suddenly vanished. Tyr said he disposed of the First Ones. Omri took him at his word, but I did not believe him. To this day, I think he has them exiled somewhere, though I cannot locate their realm yet.
Tyr distances himself from us, for good reason, yet his laughter echoes through the abyss of the universe. He's quite pleased with himself and takes the souls who have fallen into darkness. Omri and I fight tirelessly for the souls who can be redeemed, often pulling them out of Tyr's in-between realms to bring them into heaven. We intercede when we can for the living, especially to those who remain faithful. They are, in the truest sense, our children.
Though Omri and I have created life on other worlds since Tallenmere's formation, we've lost our zeal. We cannot bring ourselves to destroy it all and start again, so we persist in the hopes that at least some of our children can feel our love for them. Isn't that every parent's wish?
Mysti Parker divides her time between raising three crazy kids (4 if you count her husband), running this blog, and writing about the magic and mayhem of Tallenmere.
To see the world where these gods and monsters wreak havoc, while ill-fated couples battle unspeakable forces to find true love, read her Tallenmere fantasy romance series, starting with Book One, A Ranger's Tale.
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