The story is being told from a place called Eamelor. A land where the Gods rule. They shaped the Methuda and let them inhabit Eamelor. Naked men and women with wings who can be a few thousand years old and who posses the skill to look far and further. Alas, the Methuda are extinct en Eamelor is now inhabited by Methuda who lost their faith in the Gods and tribes who came from overseas. This book is about finding answers to questions. 'Can you change the future. 'What is love?' 'How do you celebrate the moment?' 'What does it mean?' These and more questions are just one shape the story can turn int0. I wanted to fill the rest of Eamelor with a brilliant story about mythical creatures and the struggle of gods. I have chosen a main character who is going to lead Eamelor through lines of fineness. he grows up in the forest Samiring. Nobody had gone in or out of this forest for 20 years. Here he he learns to shoot a bow and... well , basically his mother hides him from the world. But luckily she will not do a great job. Which will lead into an amazing tale of Judgment and Sacrifice


To give you a taste of what this story will become

here i have a first sip,

Eamelor: Heelka

Sometimes we kiss
Sometimes we embrace

Screaming the time out of our aged bodies
by expressing ourselves of how we once were

Our children travelling the world and we are most happy
with our souls intertwined
alone, behind walls who divided us from the adventures
that we once had

50 years ago, the world was in her upmost struggle to defeat the outsiders from Eamelor.
The Metalex, Nolgers and even the Fread were confronting the Meads by the Whirlwind Of Time.

The lake, near the sea rocks, which bears the name of the goddess who jumped in and traveled through time.
Or so the Fread believe,
But here it was, where the War of the Four Armies was being held; and I wished for Methuda to take me out of that place: it was a slaughter of the lowest skill. Yes, I was present and killed more Meads than everyone else did. I was standing in the front row when they came, thundering, roaring: eager to kill. Death reflected in their eyes and they didn't care, every scumbag knew that their end was near and they didn't care. As the walls crashed into each other, all sense of direction was lost and friends and foe were alike.
And like a beginner I felt like a child; my feelings, a turmoil of independence. My path was clear and there was no time to turn back. As I was getting closer to the Whirlwind of Time - where the enemy ships were located - I felt my energy leaving my body and with no friends nearby I knew that the end was soon to come. But never giving up, I gave them the revenge where Eamelor should be proud of.
My sword showed no mercy. To doubt was to die.
Every limb that came in view I sent flying. Blood made my fingers slippery and when my sword fell to the ground I grabbed another one from a Mead who had no arms anyway. My short blond hair waved amongst the chaos.

I swiftly took every opportunity to bring death. But as I jumped and slashed, my mind was not busy with this. As my sword felt no resistance, my head was filled with the need to come closer. Working in front of me, I managed to clearly see the threat of thousands swords around me. Ready to take down the foolhardy bitch who killed their friends like she was slicing bread. My eyes were located on the main ship, where their leader waited for me, to take his slimy head of his shoulders. With every second more enemies fell before me. A stab of cold metal met me, I felt my left shoulder tense. I turned, pulled the dagger out of myself and slashed the owner’s throat open. A sword flew above my head when I ducked, decapitating the person to the left of me. To doubt was to die.