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Chapters (53)
  1. Map of Kingdom of Finfalla and Surrounding Area- Western Half
  2. Map of Kingdom of Finfalla and Surrounding Area - Eastern Half
  3. Map of Kingdom of Finfalla and Surrounding Area - Full Map
  4. Important Trigger Warning
  5. Prologue
  6. PART I
  7. One
  8. Two
  9. Three
  10. Four
  11. Five
  12. Six
  13. Seven
  14. Eight
  15. Nine
  16. Ten
  17. Eleven
  18. Twelve
  19. Interlude: The River of Life
  20. PART II
  21. Thirteen
  22. Fourteen
  23. Fifteen
  24. Sixteen
  25. Seventeen
  26. Eighteen
  27. Nineteen
  28. Interlude: Fallow Fields
  29. PART III
  30. Twenty
  31. Twenty-One
  32. Twenty-Two
  33. Twenty-Three
  34. Twenty-Four
  35. Twenty-Five
  36. Interlude: Of Man and Monster
  37. PART IV
  38. Twenty-Six
  39. Twenty-Seven
  40. Twenty-Eight
  41. Twenty-Nine
  42. Thirty
  43. Thirty-One
  44. Thirty-Two
  45. Thirty-Three
  46. Thirty-Four
  47. POSTLUDES
  48. Postlude 1: Lana Vica
  49. Postlude 2: Ludo Vica
  50. Postlude 3: Cainan
  51. Acknowledgments
  52. An excerpt from Heartsworn, Volume II in The Forsworn Oath, available for preorder now!
  53. PART I

Thus, there were no witnesses to what happened next. No one saw the shadow darkening the swathe of moonslight, nor the whisper of unfurling wings. No one spotted the gleam of fangs in the dark.

There was no one to hear their screams either.

Nor was there anything to identify their remains the next morning, only charred bits of bone and a tidy pile of teeth.

PART III

Korsiris     Soraya     Tomas

Perfidy     Bryony     Ludo

The role of the Protectors is as the last line of defense against those who would harm Narcissi. For that reason, they must always be on their guard, prepared for whatever is to come. The Guardians, on the other hand, are the scouts, seeking out evil and cutting it from the world before it can take root. Finally, the Sightless are those great and powerful souls who commune with the Goddess Herself, speak with Her Voice, and see with Her Eyes. They are Her agents in all things, and for this reason must be worshipped as though they are gods themselves.

The Forsworn Oath by Cintra con Narcissi

Twenty

Korsiris

Lostwood, Finfalla

He stared at his hands as though they belonged to a stranger. The skin was smooth and unblemished save for the rust-colored bloodstains. He wiggled them a bit, letting the sunlight dance along each finger.

“Why did I do it?” he said aloud.

Shadowy memories assailed him. He’d heard the men arguing about meaningless nonsense. Had seen the moment their argument spilled over into their pathetic form of barbaric violence. Something deep inside him—a voice, shouting through the void—had told him to just walk away from the scene, and yet now he understood that he was never going to do that. And why should he? Would anyone remember the lives of those two idiots in ten years, a hundred? What were their names again? Lom and Gorrison. He couldn’t help but scoff. For when his name was whispered by fearful mouths in the shadows centuries from now, theirs wouldn’t even be a footnote in the annals of history. Void, he’d done the world a favor by snuffing them out before they contaminated the world with their idiocy.

His vision blurred, self-hatred drawing moisture to his eyes.

The familiar voice sounded, as it always did at his lowest moments, but this time he didn’t listen—didn’t want to listen. Right now, he just wanted to feel alone and miserable. Right now, he just wanted to wallow in regret. Surprisingly, the voice retreated, as though even it understood such needs, had once succumbed to them itself.

“Why am I like this?” he said aloud, a question whose answer might’ve been buried a million miles away.