The Unheard

It’s strange how the sting of wanderlust a late winter night, with howling winds and snowy roads, can set in motion such a brutal story as The Unheard. It’s even more strange how this story contains all these things too. I guess snowy and stormy Norwegian winters aren’t all bad:)

Although The Unheard is just the working-title, but I still kind of cling to it. It’s a much more concentrated story than The Battle of Urno, it’s fixed on fewer characters and is much darker and pressing. Though I still have my love for background stories, particularly the tragic ones. I guess it helps give my characters… well, character!

 

“When the Bozuk Ruh attacks came out of control, a monstrous being which prayed upon humans, King Vadim desperately created his blue-eyed soldiers. A hybrid. Half human, half Bozuk Ruh. Their sole purpose; slaying the Ruhs.

Even the king feared his own creation.

 Many claimed this impure being were too primitive to have a language, since they never spoke. Others claimed they had had their tongue cut out. Therefore they were refereed to as The Unheard.”