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Jeff Easley
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The Fire Era was a harsh and cruel era for Arden. King Ilùviuks, the Fire King,
destroyed peace and created unbalance with fire...but Water is next!

The work on the The Chronicles of Tristan began in August of 1997, but the Realm of Arden was already in concept from years ago. The Realm of Arden revolved around a story that I thought of after I put my faith in Christ and God. The Chronicles of Tristan is more of a serendipity and a nexus to the Realm of Arden, for without this story, there would be no hope in Arden for eternity beyond Plíagge, the realm beyond the pages of time. In 1989, the Realm of Arden was first thought of while Role-playing in the game of Dungeons & Dragons and there the ideas lingered until 1997, when I finally wrote them down on paper. That year, the idea for a story from the realm come about, a story which would entertain matters of faith in God and the Saviour, Jesus Christ. The era of the Chronicles of Tristan Trilogy is centered around a cataclysmic point on Arden's Timeline. This is known as the brutal Fire Era, a tragic time of Arden. This is a time much similar to the times we live in as a society now with war, crime, hate and deception.



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The Chronicles of Tristan is a story which spans over a length of 24 years. It is rightly called a trilogy, because the Dreams and Hopes of a single man have culminated and faith is wielded like a sword at the end of Chronicle Three. The beginning of the First Chronicle takes place at the very end of the Kíette Era, the re-birth of Realm of Uran. The Kíette Era was a utopian time, a glamourous time. There was peace in the elements and with the races. The Utopian Era is centered around the Element of Air. Unfortunately, Fire needs Air to thrive, so this peaceful reign turned into a fiery one later.

Before the First Chronicle, the long Kíette Era was ruled by the new King Exiv, promised back in Akkoá: The Created Morning. His name was King Tristan and he ruled Uran once again for 1,500 years! Long before the Kíette Era, redemption was lost with King Exiv and the Elemental Point of Uran. When the light went out of King Exiv, the elemental points were unbalanced, and the Elemental Point of Uran became obscurity for ages to come. This one important Elemental Point was the key to Arden. It held the others in place. To lose it would throw the others Points out of alignment, like a chain popping off a bicycle.

Arden is given another "chance" to balance the Elemental Points with King Tristan, Exiv's successor. History would record King Tristan as the one who recaptured the essence to the lost elemental point of Uran. He redeemed the lost point, but the Elemental Points still remained incomplete without full "access" to the Fifth one, the Unseen One. Yet all Four Elemental Points were in the palm of Tristan's Power, the Unseen Element remained a mystery to him. He could not solve it, but he knew that the essence of the Unseen Element bound the Realm of Arden and motivated life somehow. The Chronicles of Tristan introduces this Elemental Point and it's purpose in time. The climax of Arden's Timeline lies within the Fire Era of King Ilùviuks! The Trilogy touches up on the Unseen Element and the true motivation behind all of Arden's Elemental Points.

"To suspect your own mortality is to know the beginning of terror; to learn irrefutably that you are mortal is to know the end of terror." Children of Dune (Frank Herbert)

Our destiny is fallible. That is the terror of knowing your own mortality. Living in a society such as the Fire Era of King Ilùviuks, it was said, "all life was threatened by the fire of his cloak." All the races of Arden enter into a crucible of fire and the terror of their own existence. This period of time of Arden is a bleeding time, a time so desperate for someone to show the way for immortality and everlasting life. In this crucible of fire, the secrets of the Elemental Point of the Concordant Summit are refined and understood by a single man, a half-elf. While being tested by the terror of his own existence, the secret is found to unlock the boundary of Plíagge, freeing the land. By one man's Dreams and Repentance, does the secret unfold! We do not have to fear the fire of his cloak any longer, he proclaims. We are fallible, but we can live beyond this life! Suddenly, a new fire burns, a burning fire to end the terror of mortality. That is what the Chronicles of Tristan is a story about: The ending of the terror of mortality.

Beginning this journey towards a tale of immorality, I used dreams, ideas, inspirations and faith to begin the long series. Originally, The Chronicles of Tristan was going to be one book, but since the story ends with a cliff hanger, I decided it was going to need more work to complete the plots and themes. One common thread which remains in the Chronicles of Tristan is the Kinkayle Family. The importance to Arden's future is centered around the lost Clan Kaíl, the clan of Daulky Kinkayle. It is Daulky Kinkayle who picks up where The Last Guardian left off after the restoration of Mount Kravòkalla in the Tales of the Last Guardian, many millennia before in the year 12,000 BA.

There are several plots and themes within the story and they all play together with the main character, named Daulky Kinkayle (Chronicle I). The Second Chronicle is centered around the same character, but told by Daulky's brother-in-law, Itheùks àul T'Bleth. With the Third Chronicle, I have not decided how the story will be told yet--first person or third. I am leaning more towards third person for Chronicle Three, using the Priest, Vinsalla, from the First Chronicle. By the time Chronicle Three begins, Daulky's son, Coànir, is on the scene. Little does Coànir know, but he is the chosen one to "balance" the elements with the help of the unseen Concordant Summit, the uísara uír. Coànir becomes known as the "Elemental Wonder."

While writing the work on the Chronicles of Tristan, I had the support of a few friends that I worked with at a job. To pay tribute to those who helped and encouraged me, I have dedicated the Trilogy to them. Thanks to the hardworking crew of Ponderosa #629 in Brunswick OH! Steve Kindel, Kyle Hennessey, John Reece, John Schofield, Shelley Theman, Dani Briscoe, Jessica Strong, Daizy Dhariwal and others. These people encouraged and helped me along the way.

An excerpt from the diary of Daulky Kinkayle

Nluáimh da Ichòain - Dàulcá Cgínncáelha
Shammíta Struíllach - Garroàsha 19


           Go hechlágh an òi, lá dedhràs na Uímh da Tharshaghain, í hechloír òi mhíoreàchain beshíra. Dta forèchadh mo bhí hechlághnoín, àm noàgaoín an besh, hIsceàllain da Lùttan, thaoín Oímh na Struíllach. Nanoí, beá ghashíra dTarshah an ghòallain lím hIthòeuícs, na-fór ghafhorch - dta dedhràs athlas na Seàmh Saà-Scàutágh, mharg còa í beàr - sólseárragh àal còuirbh hIsceàllain da Lùttan mheàgbhíar. Go hichàul an uá í iá, dann achguíllain hIthràcgachòain òish an mo gcínn, go òuieldain òig na hIsceàllain da Lùttan. Àugma an snàm ní mhanbhíar cGeàrdach-hIthròuicgain, í ashleàng còua bergcòa odairn an àugmaoínn.
             Òish cáterain an frípàucsain nen Àul-Scoàllagh, go liánnain gceárreól da Shammíta-Struíllach. Pheácha pleàfadh, go bríhelliópain sólgraigh athlas mír. Àal nlocuímain mirreách oshan na hEcsíemhain, ghatírna an òi à frí dTarshah an ghòallain. Àal gcínn ashleàng òi mó chroí, ghatírna òig an òi lím sraòch nen mó oíagh. Atlas uá nharcíl domhain go pleàfoín an òir gcòa man. Fór mhíorreàchain oshan gharuíf, shoàllaoín òish leàbhír, àm sra - threàchain gruaim an solaim nu. Àal ghareàffa òi aluín à far sólgraigh da shammítagh, àm sollaoín gruaim òair, berhelliópha noría an duàth níc scoíra da shammíth mheàlla. Go gelgàlcoín an muíg noría eís à uámhair, ghanuim òi leàbhír domh ní bpreàfas, í gharuíf òuicg òaira solaim òir. Òi gcalla sùras na shólgraighain, í-narch ghalíemh òig mhanbhíar ó eàchòain, í beá stoírrach nen hIthòeucs, go callain òigòain í sùras. Òi solaim - haphuá òirach à sùras, í ghalíemh òi uáfhoínn duàtha an eluíl òig, àm hòaiggain í bríhelliópain òuicg mhoír. Í-far solas an besh, í àm glíemhain bho ghoàg pheàcain. Òi go ghasash lá ha, forèchadh - dta, an eólch ninaòth, nharcíl scoàladh à nog man scoíraul da shammítagh. Na-fór hachàugma òi an gmeórch à thilsra, àal róthreff beshír na òir. Sha beshíra solas go gcoímheàdh lá gcoím-òuicgs mhoír í eólch. Beshír gcínn go treffain an ra na òir, í gharuíf mó hàugga an nuàth íthreàthain bho fhalóagh beshíra. Ghalíemh an òi àm eís. Na-fór íthreff fhalóa na fhaòl cgí òir, í àugma beshír an dreàoim í domh boàch.
              "Issaò òir!" gharuíf besh an boàch. Í-ra gharuíf besh, ghaleào beàog beshíra bercoím òir lím graòf illuísh.
             Fór gharuíf beshír, àugceànn òirrach à òig eís an òi, í dtreff sùras na shólgraighain í hIthòeuics. Àm callain sùras frídh negàrchain òair, àal dtref òi, gcalla òi nloígc, alíeth, nuór hrím cgí dhrí, go thòuigruífain uámhair ní shammíth. Òi íthreff àm rátreffain í solaim - haphuá òi iá lím srasreàsh. Go dtaòumh an tá uáfhoínn mhoír í fairain!
             Òi rádtreff sùras í sareàs uí na eàchòain nen shólgraighain, í nlaimh Ithòeucs go ghanlaòch à uí nen haleár nír.
              "Od nloígc íera marg gcalla òi aòthlas man!" Àugma an àug Ithòeucs.
             Ithòeucs ghanuim ní bpoímhas da Àul-Scoàllagh, òig reàcs an paíf, í go uámaerain sha beshíra an entrópaphas.
              "Òi gcalla nirgruíam entrópaphas àu aòthlas man!" Stoírrach Ithòeucs, àm oèmheàin sùras na shammíta mhoír, àal ghoág pheàchain.
              "gCalla nhu an od aòthlas?" Ghanlaòch òi an gmeórch.

             I was astounded by Tarshah's love for the goddess, and I respected his beliefs. It was amazing that he detested Iskàul, the primary god to the Struíl. Perhaps, when Tarshah befriended Itheuks, this love he had for the goddess would be a bonding against Iskàul, the god of agriculture and water. It was a known fact that we Ikhthrakon also had no tolerance for Iskàul. Ask anyone in the Corridor, and they will tell you.
             We spent the rest of the day at the Skoàl Outpost, enjoying the serenity of Struíl Forest. Night began to enshroud the area. Saying our prayers to Exiv, I found myself next to Tarshah, praying. As I mentioned previously, I have not prayed with zeal in years because of my downfall. After our prayers, we gathered up branches and twigs to build a fire. As I strolled off into the forest away from the clearing to gather my share, an eerie breeze swept through the tranquility of the peaceful forest. Feeling the cold breeze, I put the wood down and pulled my cloak around me. I looked back towards the clearing but did not see anyone, and when I called out for Itheuks, there was no response. As I turned back around, I saw a strange robed figure off in the distance, standing under the moonlight. It frightened me, because it repealed the harmony of the forest. Then I gasped, as the figure began walking towards me. His face was hooded, and I only saw his mouth, because of the hood. He continued walking and the leaves under his feet crunched. I stood frozen. Then the figure stopped at a pace's distance from me and spoke in a low, raspy voice.
              "Help me," the figure murmured. As he spoke, he held his hands out in agony.
             After he spoke to me, I was able to move from my frozen state, and I ran back to the clearing. Looking over my shoulder as I ran, behold, I saw nothing except a layer of mist blanketing the forest ground. I stopped and turned completely around in bewilderment. The figure was gone!
             I walked back and met with the rest of the group at the outpost, and Itheuks seemed excitable for some reason.
              "You'll never guess what I just saw," Itheuks uttered.
             Itheuks sat at one of the benches, stiff as a rod, and his face was pale and formidable.
              "I saw something frightening," Itheuks said, pointing back towards the forest.
              "You saw it too?" I exhilarated.

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