Here's your sneak peek into the first episode of For the Light!

The sun wakened just enough to greet Mariel to the new day, who had been awake early enough to sing to the stars before they faded. She continued her song as she tended to her family’s field, being taught from a young age that music was the secret to growing healthy plants. Wiping her brow, Mariel looked towards her home, expecting to find her brother calling her back home for breakfast. Their morning routine was the same for years. Amon would come out, scold her because she got so dirty before their meal, especially her long white hair, that she forgot to tie it back again. A smile grew on her face as she fiddled with the hand carved beads braided into sections of her hair.

“Mariel! Breakfast is ready!” Amon shouted, running towards her. “How are you this dirty already? And your hair too? You should clean up first.”

Her cobalt blue eyes shined with her laughter. “You’re too predictable, brother.” She slung an arm around his shoulder, slightly pushing him forward from the impact . Mariel was tall for a woman. Even as a child, she towered over everyone. Her warrior like body primed for a battlefield she had never seen, sun-kissed muscles displaying unyielding power and stamina. 

Amon, on the other hand, was prone to sickness and his body never allowed him to live up to his sister’s might. He’d complain sometimes that he didn’t like the dark hair and eyes that he inherited. It seemed so dull compared to what Mariel received from the gods. As the pair turned to return home, he caught sight of a local villager rushing over.

“Isn’t that Mr. Finley? What could he want this early?”

Mariel rolled her eyes. “Something annoying probably.”

The very round middle age man stopped in front of them moments later, lungs burning, sweat dripping into his mustache, and panic in his eyes. 

“Mariel! It’s terrible. That damn boar has cornered Clarence in the woods! It means to kill him.”

“I’m sure it does. I’ve told your dumbass son several times to leave Alboda alone.”

The father winced at her words. “Please, I know my son is a failure, but I just can’t bury him. You’re a Paladin, the boar will listen to you.”

Mariel crossed her arms in response, her brother scoffing at her. “The gods chose you to protect the people.”

“I don’t give a damn what the gods chose me for. Besides, it doesn’t seem like the gods want him alive. This is the third time this month that idiot has been in some life-threatening predicament. I say let natural selection take its course.”

Stay tuned :)