Bat of the Opera
At the hour of their birth, their hearts were replaced, one by one, with one of nine fledgeling stars. As the children grew, so did the stars and their power. Each of these stars is a key to keeping their world safe. They are the nine chosen, the nine descendants of the original guardians of their world. They must learn to control their power before it controls them.
A dark power has arisen to take hold of Der-Kherel. The dark god Arothar plans to take whatever form or risk need be to take the guardians and turn them to ‘dark stars’.
Tac, tac, tac, came the sound of the small hammer hitting a hollow needle in a darkened room lit only by small lamps. On the floor, Brendilyr lay stretched out on his stomach, chin on his hands and biting his tongue to keep from wincing. This was only the beginning of the marking process, the filling in would come later. The only other person in the dim room was the marking master, nude to the waist in rough-hewn and worn breeches and sporting his own markings, probably done by himself or the previous master, bent over the younger Elf’s back. How he saw anything in the dim light was beyond Brendilyr. No-one knew much about the master beyond what he looked like, what he did, and his title as ‘The Master’.