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The First Advar: Gold Heart, Silver Chain Precursor #3

Author’s Note: This is the third and final precursor chapter for Gold Heart, Silver Chain. If you haven’t read the first one, start here.

Genres (so far within the totality of the universe): Romance, Slice-of-Life, Drama, Fantasy.
Tags (so far within the totality of the universe): F/F, M/F, Mature Sensual Content, Mild Fantasy Violence.

Totality Rating: This serialized content is “Mature” due to romantic overtures between adult women and use of hard language (cursing/swearing). No severe warnings currently apply to this fiction. Warnings will be added on an as needed basis.

The Advar were a noble and proud race, clinging heavily to their elemental alignments and traditions held within them. Every year, their most well-respected leaders gathered in select locations to discuss matters of import. That of course, Blagden could do… and he did it very well. As the leader of shadow aligned Advar, he took his role very seriously. Then again all of the elemental leaders were long lived, sensible people… they wouldn’t continue to hold their positions if they weren’t.

He sired many offspring in his time, but none quite as willful as Blair. She was a force to reckon with on occasion. A true and honest child of shadow’s element, raised so keenly within its influence. He often worried about decisions she made. As an adult perhaps she showcased those influences just a bit too openly. Whenever she wanted something, she insisted on attaining it.

“Blair, I wish you’d reconsider. I still don’t think this is the best idea you’ve ever had,” he noted with an air of dry annoyance. “In fact, I’m concerned it could be one of the worst.”

Blowing a small puff of air through her nose, Blair rubbed her hands together nervously. A big decision was in front of her. She needed to make the right choice. “I don’t know about that. I’ve certainly had worse ones over the years.”

“That would be entirely debatable.”

“Then debate elsewhere later and be of use to me now…”

Kneeling down in the tall grass, she gazed at the litter of pups scampering around. Inspecting each of them, she needed to pick the right one. Most of them seemed rambunctious, and she disregarded them immediately. Two of them caught her eye, though. 

“I don’t know how you expect me to be of help… I don’t even agree with this nonsense.”

“Well, which one do you think Valda would have the preference for?” Blair asked. One of the young males seemed friendly enough, and a timid female hid in the tall grass. “That little one seems gentle, but that bigger male over there would be a better protector when he gets older. He might be too hard for Valda to handle, though.”

Blair’s father pinched the bridge of his nose. His daughter had very likely lost her mind. He knelt down too, eyeing them. “Honestly, I’d think she wouldn’t be particularly fond of any of them, given what they are. I’d think they’d all be too difficult for her to handle. These are no run-of-the-mill dire wolves, Blair.”

The wolf pups were no longer mortal, after all. They were beasts tainted by the shadow, same as the mother that had whelped them. This particular pack of wolves were hardly the sort of animals he’d even consider for a Cadfan woman. In a way, they were unnatural, entirely rabid when left to their own devices away from a shadow Advar’s influence.

“I decided that it should be an animal to require my influence as well. It will ensure Valda’s proximity to me that way,” Blair said trailing off. As she looked up to her father with an almost imperceptible scowl on her face, she took a moment to second guess her plan. Then she tossed the concern aside. “I’ve got to get her some sort of betrothal animal, that’s the Cadfan way…”

“Yet, it is not our way,” he said, turning to look at her.

Blair tensed, swallowing hard. “You’re damn right it isn’t,” she hissed out from under her breath. “If I was doing things our way, I wouldn’t have any need to jump through these hoops to begin with. Valda would be at my side already. I’d have no need to appease Cadfan whims.”

“No need, hmm?” He grumbled, knowing that was far from the truth. His own beloved wife had been a mere Cadfan mortal at one time. The near menagerie that woman kept on hand spanned from birds to bears as a result. She rescued and collected animals of shadow, and these pups were now part of that ever growing collection. “If you insist so highly, why not capture some sort of normal creature from the forest? A meek little rabbit or squirrel, perhaps. Something small and cute.”

“That would not protect her…” Blair replied as the runt of the litter, the tiny female she had her eyes upon, crept closer to her. The small wolf pup sniffed the air as it continued to crouch along in the grass.

“If protection is truly of a concern for you, why not something gentle yet robust? An elephant, perhaps.”

“I’m going to give Valda an animal of the shadow as a betrothal gift, and that’s the way it is… we don’t have an elephant to offer, and I’m not about to go out just to find one.” 

“If it must be of our ilk, something easier to contain might be a better idea.” Blagden said to her, but really he felt it was beneath his daughter to stoop to such a tradition. It was nothing like their own.

“I refuse to offer something too weak,” Blair said stubbornly. “I’d give her one of the lion cubs from the pride I’ve been breeding. They’re older though. I doubt they would bond well with her. Hmm, but if a wolf is unfavorable, perhaps a serpent of some nature would please her? A few of the snake eggs have yet to hatch. They’re fairly exotic and intimidating too. It would make a statement.”

“Go with the pup,” the man deadpanned quickly. “At least these ones have been tamed down.”

“That was my thought,” Blair said, plucking a small female she had been considering at length. It was a cute little ball of fluff, dark essence flowing from an equally black coat. Gunmetal eyes looked up to her, and a passive blink sealed the deal. Blair was sure of it. “This is the one, I’d say she would probably be fairly obedient.”

He nodded at that. When raised well, even the wolves of the shadow were little more than overgrown lap dogs, unlike the lions Blair favored. Even the females were hard-headed, demanding a firm hand, let alone the males and their vicious temperaments. It was a small miracle that they favored Blair at all. Animals tainted by the shadows themselves could be foul tempered by nature.

“If you must pick a creature tainted by shadow, the wolves at least tend to be loyal, they’re still canninies, after all…” he said, although he still felt unsure. “I do have that colt we picked up a few months back, you know. You might consider him.”

“No, a horse is too typical, and he’s not a species bred for war. This pup would be a majestic choice, Cadfan do tend to favor creatures known for their loyalty and servitude. I think Valda would do well with her… she seems to like cananines, her sister keeps plenty of them herself.”

“Do you know offhand if Azar gave Varani an animal?”

“Azar was given an animal. Varani was the one to issue the proposal, so she was the one to gift the animal,” Blar said, and truly she envied her cousin’s gift. “Did you know that crazy woman traveled all the way to the Volcanic Circle just to ask Grace of Flame for a fox litter tainted by fire?”

“She did what?!”

“You heard me…” Blair grumbled, her cousin was a lucky woman. She had no doubt in her mind about that. “Varani knew someone who uses foxes and found out Azar found them adorable. She commissioned an entire litter for Azar as a result. She took them to the Grace of Flame personally and asked her to taint them. Then she presented the entire litter to Azar as the betrothal gift. She didn’t end up with one fox, she was given five…”

“And I suspect that is what provoked this whim of yours?” He asked softly.

Frankly, it was always a whim when it came to Blair. He recalled a time when she was still so young, with much to learn about the ways of the world. Even back then, she had been the stubborn sort. How old had she been back then? He couldn’t quite remember. 

Blair had been full of piss and vinegar back then.

“Settle down, girls… settle down… it’s time to go to sleep.”

“But I’m not sleepy, Dad!”

“Me either, Uncle Blagden!”

“We’ve been over this, Blair. Get in the bed at the very least,” he demanded, plucking up his wayward offspring. With three long strides he plopped her atop her sleeping cot. “If you’re looking for a way to pass the time, there’s better ways to do so at the midnight hour. Now, get under the blankets and I’ll spin a tale or two… Azar, you too… get into that cot before I put you there personally.”

“My dad lets me stay up late,” she retorted.

Blagden gave his niece a stern gaze in return. “Any later and you’d be watching the sun start to rise. Your father entrusted you to my care for now, you’ll follow my directions. Now, into bed.”  

The young fire bound Advar rolled her eyes petulantly. “Okay… okay…”

“Oh, now stop pouting,” he said grumbling under his breath. “I have just the story for this.”

“What one, Dad?” Blair asked.

“If you sit still and remain quiet, I’ll tell you,” he said to his daughter pointedly.

Blair’s brilliant sugar-gray eyes were colored just like his own. Her dark, pitch black hair came from her mother. She had his tenacity, and her mother’s serpentine wit. He supposed it would suit her well in life, but for now his little girl was just that… a little girl.

The man sat down on the side of the bed, one hand lifting to his shortly trimmed beard. “Hmm, let’s see now. It occurs to me that I haven’t told you how we came to be. You know, it is said by those of our kind that five lesser elemental beings were exiled, cast away from their effervescent realm…”

“Really?” Blair asked, as she pulled a pillow into her lap and held onto it.

“Why, yes, of course,” he said mindly. “You see, Grace of Light was a beautiful soul… but back then she was too pious, too forgiving, and too merciful. She was unable to govern mortals with a firm judiciousness when they strayed from her guidance… frankly even these days she lacks a firm hand, you might consider that to be a quirk of hers.”

“That sounds dumb…” Azar said to him.

“Well, maybe it is,” he said. “Now, hush and let me finish, agreed?”

When they nodded, he did too. Clearing his throat as he began once more. “Grace of Shadow, Grace of Light’s older and capricious brother, was too sly and too cunning. He refused to govern fairly at all… now, as for Flame, she was hot tempered, tossed out for her willful destruction at every turn. She was the eldest of the triplicate forces, she was also the most unrestrained.”

“And that’s why we’re not allowed to just burn stuff without a good reason,” Azar added excitedly. “I know that part… Grace of Flame always says she worked hard to make Basa, and she’ll be super mad at us if we mess it up.”

“Indeed, anyway as the story goes, Flame was not the only one of her family to be cast out.Grace of Liquid, the youngest of the triplicate forces, had been deemed a hypocrite of the highest order. He could be as uncontrolled and destructive as his sister, Flame. Yet he was also as steadfast as his brother, Land. He could not choose between solidified restraint or unmitigated havoc. It was his worst trait.”

“Why couldn’t he just pick one?” Blair asked, clutching at the bed sheets.

“Because he was stupid.” Azar said to her.

“If he was stupid, Flame was too…” Blair said to her.

“Flame was not stupid, she was super cool!” Azar shot back.

“Enough of that, now.” Blagden demanded, looking at the two of them. Darker natures touched upon their personalities, and he couldn’t allow those natures to take hold. He sighed at length then, the reason for this tale pinching his brow. “They were all very short-sighted, and that is a fact. There was only one outcast that wasn’t foolish at all. Grace of Land, the steadfast middling child of the triplicate forces was very well-liked. However, he defended his siblings until the bitter end, and in doing so, he also paid the price…”

At that, Blagden laid back on the small cot between the girls, and looked up to the top of the thick leather tent. He placed one arm around each of them, pulling them close. “With no home to welcome them, they wandered the endless cosmos and mortal lands alike. One day, they were lucky. A mortal man befriended them, teaching them all about the struggles of a mortal’s life. Inspired by this, they aligned with the man who was not godlike at all. These elements promised him that he too could be made into an entity like themselves, if only he wanted for it…”

Blair nodded, biting her lower lip. “And he said yes, right Dad?”

“Yes, he agreed to go with them wholeheartedly. Together, the six of them left for the deepest corner of the cosmos they could find. Then they made these lands and named them, Basa… but they weren’t done yet. The five outcasts had become six now, and that just wouldn’t do… a mere mortal could not stand to govern these lands without something more.”

“So they each gave him some of their powers…” Azar said with a smile. 

“That’s right, Azar… they gave him a fraction elemental essence, so that he could stand among them as greater a man than the societies they intended to build. Then, they made the mortal peoples and creatures to live among these lands. The gentle exiles wanted a people of their image, and so the Aasa were born. The capricious exiles gave rise to the Cadfan. They governed this way for a short time, and a few setbacks aside, they considered their creation a great success.”

“But, they weren’t perfect,” Azar said. “My dad says that because they were lesser beings, they made a lot of mistakes. A lot of the problems we have now are because of those mistakes.”

Blair bit her lip at that. “They’re rulers… they have to be perfect.”

“They’re far from it, but that is a lesson for another day,” Blagden replied with a soft smile as he looked to his daughter and his niece fondly. “Sadly, as all mortal men do, their dearest friend died.”

“He died?!” Blair cried out.

“Yes, he did…” Blagden murmured gently. “Bereaved as they were, they decided there was only one thing to do… they each set out to make a person they believed to be in his likeness. However, none of them could completely rekindle his image.”

“Shadow was mad about that, wasn’t he?” Azar asked. “I know Flame was really mad.”

“They were all a little angry, yes… but what they soon realized was that none of them could hope to replicate their dearest friend. He had learned their ways, just as they had learned his… so, they did what he would have done. They set those creations free to walk the lands, named after their dear mortal friend Advar… we are as varied as our creators intended, failed attempts of attaining his image. That is why when we pass on, we return to our element, fated to be reborn…”

Where had the time gone? How did Blair go from a child so small, to a woman ready to be married off? It seemed so incredibly impossible. It always did. The flow of time was not something so easy to measure by the sun and moon. Blagden didn’t care to do that. Rather, he measured the passing time in the changing seasons.

He flicked his gaze over to the woman carrying the small pup back to their section of the camp. The tiny shadow covered creature was cute enough for now. Yet, one day, it would grow into a majestic wolf of the element it harbored. A fierce and deadly beast. The pup was entirely unaware of her newfound fate as a glow covered both the small creature and the woman holding her.

As their souls joined, the act ensured the pup’s placidity and loyalty. 

Still, only an Arvad could bind to such a creature changed by the elements this way. Blagden still wondered if it was the right decision. He doubted that Blair was aware of her own fate, or what rested ahead upon the path she wished to take.

“Be mindful, Blair,” he said to her gently as they walked along the campsite. “Valda has a lot to learn about our ways. If you do intend to marry her, it will be your job to impart the lessons required. A creature tainted by shadow will always be prone to the shadow, you had best make that known to her. You wouldn’t want her to get hurt.”

“I’m aware of that… and I will make sure that she won’t come to harm.” Blair replied, holding the pup just a little closer to her chest as she sat down at their own fire. “I’ll teach Valda everything there is to know, and I’ll be sure that she doesn’t have a want for anything… she’ll be pleased at my side, Father. It would be beneath me if she wasn’t.”

At that, he merely sighed. “Do not allow your pride to consume you… nor your capriciousness…”

End of Precursor…

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Nuptial Letters: Gold Heart, Silver Chain Precursor #1

Author’s Note: I cannot promise you the most brilliantly written story on the planet, it won’t be perfect, it’ll have its own flaws. What I can say is that this story will offer a bone to chew and food for thought. If that’s to your liking, you may find something of worth here.

This is a precursor to my serialized fiction releasing on this website on May 4th, 2022. I hope you enjoy this tiny glimpse into the fictional world I’ve created, as that’s what this primarily is, just a hint of world building for you all.

Do bear in mind the totality of the story tags found within this fictional universe.

Genres (so far within the totality of the universe): Romance, Slice-of-Life, Drama, Fantasy.
Tags (so far within the totality of the universe): F/F, M/F, Mature Sensual Content, Mild Fantasy Violence.

Totality Rating: This serialized content is “Mature” due to romantic overtures between adult women and use of hard language (cursing/swearing). No severe warnings currently apply to this fiction. Warnings will be added on an as needed basis.

Nuptial Letters: A Gold Heart, Silver Chain Precursor
Setting: The Black Causeway

Atop a formation of boulders lining a sea of inky black liquid, a woman sat with a pen in-hand. A pad of thick paper rested in her lap as she acted as a scribe, detailing her thoughts. They were as complex as a puzzle, but as simple as nature itself. A quandary and mystery rolled into one.

To my dearest Valda,

The moon shines brightly on this night, its glow reminds me of you. A sea of endless stars twinkle in your image. Tiny fractals cutting through the depths of the universe, just as you have cut through me. You’ve left behind an imprint, Valda…

It is one that I couldn’t hope to cast aside. Even if I wished to remain a solitary entity, joining souls is the Arvad way of existence. It is time for me now, I feel that ancestral urge within my being. An Arvad that does not act upon that calling, withers away to return to the elements once more, so they say.

Maybe it is true, perhaps that is what I am feeling tonight. The calling of my element, of the shadow, warning me that I shall be returned to it, if I cannot find a presence upon this land to be as one with...

With a tongue peeking out to wet her lips, Blair sighed softly. She felt that a hesitating pulse would be of a rather profound company at this moment. Sugar-grey eyes blinked back a salty sting, because she knew it was not folklore. No, it was the truth. Arvad were primordial, but they were not everlasting. They were given form by the desire of loved ones, parents who wished for a child like themselves. Yet, they could not maintain a bodily form forever, never upon their own merits. Smearing the sweat from her palm onto her tunic, she continued her letter.

It has been a month now, since we collected and crested upon that dance floor. In one single night, one of your kin, became one of my own. On that same night, I felt this distant unease that your presence so swiftly soothed…yet, to me the passing time feels like a vortex between yesterday and an eon ago.

I recall the celebratory drumbeats ringing in my ear. The shimmer in your eyes that night were like the stars above. The way that the flickering firelight played against them, just as the twinkling stars play against the swath of Basa, lighting the way across the lands. It looms within me so perniciously now, a thought that ghosts across my hands and my heart.

Her time was almost up. She could feel it, and her parents concerned themselves over it. Once an Advar came of age, a mortal soul had to accept them. A mortal had to give them a reason to walk the vast tapestries of Basa. She needed a tie to the mortal realm before she became nothing more than scripture… but to tie her soul to that of another wasn’t an easy thing. Convincing a Cadfan or Aasa to join souls with hers would promise their own ties to the shadow, and upon their deathbed, they too would become an Advar like herself.

Fated to an eternity as an Advar… with no afterlife to hope for, or cling onto… just a life of wandering the lands, and little more. Could she truly ask that of anyone? To be bound and unified endlessly like that?

I am happy to report that we have finally finished our business in the volcanic circle. My father says that we should begin our journey northbound. In general, it seems to be raining as we traverse the rocky channels of the Blackened Causeway. It is an arduous task. The tar pits in this region are just as I remember them; inky blackness and dead foliage as far as the eye can see. An endless vortex of searing blackness.

I’ll have you know, that there was an overflow recently. The tar has blackened the pathway once more with its wet and sticky ichor. This is a desolate place indeed, not even our best horses care for it. Northbound journeys tend to take some time though. I have come to expect the mutterings of the pack mules as they continue plodding along in the mud and muck.

I have often wondered, Valda, why do collections of your people see fit to inhabit places such as these? It cannot simply be for the highly priced commodities you see fit to barter with, can it? Although I can ask that, you’ve never been to the volcanic circle before, have you?

I wouldn’t blame you, if you haven’t.

Blair swallowed back a lump in her throat, she felt it stood to reason why she would be so greatly disliked, and why most of the Advar had the same issue. Flame, liquid, land, light and shadow, it didn’t matter. They were all outcasts, every single one of them. That was the way of the world, echoed as it was through the souls of the elements.

To befriend and Advar, to love them, that was not often seen as a natural thing.

Personally, I have never cared for the ash looming so predominantly here, not the heat that never ebbs. The wretchedly thick scent of sulfur burns my nose. Alas, here I am, burying my face beneath my cloak as grey water falls from the sky. The water stains upon the paper can be blamed upon that, but perhaps that is a comfort to you. At least you know that you are always persistent in my thoughts… distant and dreary although they are.

I have to send this letter now, before we take our leave from the outpost we’re currently residing in. I am afraid I’ll be out of a serviceable reach for quite some time. I’ll let you know when we re-settle. Until then, I’ll send you letters at every trade post and village that we pass by.

Wait for me, Valda.. and while you’re at it, just agree to marry me already. I know of your fondness for me. The way your hand fits in mine goes without saying. You belong at my side, in your heart of hearts, you must know that by now.

Fondly awaiting the day when we shall meet once more,
Blair Blodwyn.

Setting: The Vamon Coast

“Princess, another missive for you…”

“It had better damn-well be important,” Valda replied softly. She didn’t bother to look up to the servant. “If it isn’t, cast it into the fire. If it is, place it upon the table and leave me to my thoughts.”

“As you wish, Ma’am.”

She could not be bothered with the man disrupting her now. She was too busy penning a letter of her own. Delicate fingers plucked up the paper, scanning her words.


I’ve received what I hope to be every one of your letters. I don’t believe there could be one missing, but one can never be too sure. The carriers often have difficulty traveling about this time of year, what with the snow, and all.

Esoteric banalities of my feelings for you aside, you know that I cannot simply agree to marry you. You have to pass the approval of the eldest in my family line. Royal blood is not so quickly cast aside to the likes of an Arvad, much less an Arvad woman… the Birendra name is one not to be sullied by unfortunate blood. What could be more unfortunate than that of a woman without lands to call her own?

Oh, now I know how that sounds. I most certainly do not need a several page diatribe from you in return. Particularly never upon the merits regarding the Arvad way of life. I know just how deeply connected your people are to the ebbs and flows of the greenest pastures and deepest forests. The elements that so bind you, you would never be able to part with.

Ah, yes now, that is the problem, I’d say.

Of course that was the problem, and it prevailed in her mind for the reason why her family might decline. She thought on this, reconsidered her words, but there was no kind way to gentle her thoughts in the matter. As a Cadfan woman, she was lacking. She couldn’t do battle the same as her elder sibling, she could not bring herself to be conniving like her younger sibling, the best of the saboteurs. She could only do what was expected of her, and what was expected was to be of support to a noble lineage.

Sighing to great length, she looked up to the painted image upon the wall. The likeness of herself and her family hung there. Her father, once a principled and proud man, was also the relaxed sort. Temperance firmly in-hand. He could no longer speak on her behalf. If he could, he likely would have waved his large hand and sent her on her way. He would have blessed her to live a life as she saw fit… her elder sibling was not so easy-going.

Even the Aasa have kingdoms and villages to call their own, Blair. It is true that eons of war and separation have made them detest our ways, generally speaking… yet, it is the Arvad that continues to face the utmost scrutiny. That said, my betters have agreed to have a nuptial meeting with you… that is all they have agreed upon, mind you… I suppose it is the best we can hope for.

The best, and the worst, a fact Valda had to keep in mind.

It was not the fact that Blair was an Advar that posed the issue, no, far from it. Her elder sibling was also bound to an Advar after all. It was that Blair did not intend to settle, or to live the Cadfan way of life. Who knew what would come of this meeting?

You really are something of a ragamuffin, Blair… always complaining about the way we Cadfan enjoy our idle luxuries. You should know just as well as I do that we aren’t so affected by the locations we inhabit. That would be exactly why we call them our home in the first place. It would be completely preposterous to think otherwise.

No, I have never been to the volcanic circle. I have, however, heard wondrous things. The power plants are reliant on the volcanoes there. If only we in the northern and southern tips could harness that power for ourselves, we’d be much better off. Alas, unlike the searing heat centralized to Basa’s center, we know only the bitter cold bite of a never-ending winter… it gets colder by the day it seems. There is no useful seismic activity for us to draw upon, either. Only the whims of the winds and waters that pass us by.

Then again, we are a people that do not travel much. We have so little use for wandering a landscape that hardly welcomes us. In fact, quite frankly I should think that you’re a fool… why even take an interest in me? It makes such little sense when you are such a restless person.

I will await your missive once again, I hope your ensuing travel doesn’t take an eternity.

Cordially yours,
Valda Birendra

End of Precursor…
Precursor #2 will be released April 20th, 2022
Precursor #3 will be released April 27th, 2022
Chapter one to be released May 4th, 2022

Go to Precursor #2 (does not release until April 20th 2022)

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