Ending an Ending: The First Book of the Laurian Pentology
by Danny Birt

     Existence is not supposed to be optional in this flat, polytheistic world - it is the dictate of Etre, one of the world's three founding gods. But Sanct, a man lacking memories, skills and purpose, possesses (or is possessed by) an object that seemingly ignores the gods' rules with impunity. To make matters even more confusing, Sanct is purportedly one of the gods' servants.
     But when deities are forced to play by their own convoluted rules, even they can make mistakes.

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     Out of the Lej forest, past the Torberepar continent’s shoreline, across the maw of the massive whirlpool, up a Torunmem river and under the surface of the Merian Lake, a woman’s eyelids reflexively blinked in a fruitless attempt to clear her prophetic vision. It was a natural reaction left over from when she spent more time in her body looking through her eyes, but no matter with what she “blinked,” the wriggling semicircular cataract defied her.
     She withdrew some of her concentration from other pertinent areas in an attempt to refocus her Portent to a more short-range view of time in the affected area on Torberepar. The great crystal dome under which her body resided normally helped the Prophetess clarify such spots of temporal difficulty, much like the curved, polished glass in spectacles might help a myopic person. However, even this great tool was unable to pierce the clump of presence that blocked her prophetic vision over the north continent.
     The Prophetess was not used to “interesting things” happening so close to home. She wasn’t sure she liked the idea, either. It was she who made things happen to others; very little ever happened to her.      She refocused her crystal dome and cast her gaze upward into the sky to scrutinize the stars. There was no significant change in the heavens; no one up there had brought about this challenge to her powers. But if it was not Their hands which had crafted this problem, whose was it? Why?
     Lacking necessary information but loath to have nothing to show for her efforts after having traveled so far, the Prophetess checked in on some of her side projects in the Osilorn and Wisp lands on Tortryst, and was satisfied with their consumptive results. She glanced at the Lich’s lands, but as usual he noticed her peeking immediately and thrust her out before she could see a thing. She frowned, then checked in at her shrine and answered a few of her more worthy petitioners’ questions.
     Yet still she was unable to see through the blur over Torberepar.
     Eventually, she gave up and decided to wait the annoyance out, hoping that whatever the little cataract was focused on, it would blow past in the next few days before she needed to see events occurring in the area. All her careful planning would be set back decades if she did not reap any rewards.