Sons of Gods
Arthur J. Gonzalez
Publication date: January 25th 2018
Genres: Fantasy, Mythology, Young Adult
Long ago, the wrath of the three God brothers marked the onset of the Great War. The other Gods watched in horror, until they, too, were forced to take sides. Their beloved Mt Olympus collapsed, ruin was brought to all Divine, and the Age of Darkness gripped the world in its clutches. But a group of Gods was wise, and before their impending deaths, they had crafted a pact, committing to one day rebuilding the Territories – the Heavens, Seas, and the Underworld. It would usher in the world they protected and honored out from its darkness. And from it would rise the new Greats: the Sons of Gods.
Cienzo has always had an affliction for metal and fire; never did he anticipate it would one day translate to wielding dormant powers. It is during a journey to fulfill a promise to his dying sister, that he is plunged into a dark and magical world, and where great responsibility is bestowed upon him.
Is he worthy of assuming the throne of the Territories? Can shattering steel and splitting fire change his mind?
HE WOULD ANSWER, if asked, that life had not been soft on him. He’d lost one parent to disease and grief, the other to murder. But despite life’s penchant to complicate his days, he’d chosen to survive. He’d say that life was full of bumps, and a life without any would be a life riddled with banality.
Plus, he had a sister to live for. In fact, she was all he lived for. Little, kind Isla, whose budding, innocent laughter could be heard across the villages; whose smile cast light down on the gloomiest of days. And though she battled the sickness that tore their madra’ from their clutches ten years back, he’d fought and held on to the withering scraps of hope. For if not her, what else would he live for?
These were the thoughts that plagued Cienzo Lansolav, and not for his own self-pity, but because he found a symbol of its reminders in every step of his days. Even then, as he crossed over the Lovenji Canal spotted by dusty gas lampposts and out to the far paddock where the few sanctioned Crothian Mender’s practiced their Theurgy, he set his gaze over the impressive Monastery of Hephaestus. How it reminded him of his dapa’, Demetrios. It towered high and mighty before the land. Its steel structure had been built by the callused, bleeding hands of the finest blacksmiths in Cienzo’s family. A hammered-metal silver dome topped off its central rotunda tower, just above the flame-shaped windows. His dapa’ had been a frequent visitor here and he could feel him as he stood in the empty space. Cienzo whispered a blessing and kissed the ring that draped from his neck—the ring Demetrios gifted him before he was brutally murdered by the Roamers—and then crossed into the field.
There it was, his sister’s tent, as it had been for the last several months. Yellow, emerald, and white fabrics woven together in stunning design. Mild smoke plumed from a loosely patched tear in its roof. It was at this moment when Cienzo’s fingers always jolted in tremor, for it was when he contemplated whether he’d emerge a loner or a brother still. Furthermore, and far worse, was when he couldn’t conclude which of the two would better serve Isla.
Then he’d remind himself: If not for her, then what else would I live for?
Arthur J. Gonzalez is a Young Adult author of the Photo Traveler series. Originally born in Miami, FL, you can now find him living on the West side in Los Angeles. If he’s not drinking coffee or playing with his adorable Schnoodle, Sookie, then he’s probably enjoying a nap. Also, he forgets the lyrics to nearly every song.
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