On the first two pages, she spins a story of a world born from joy. A world spun from the thoughts of its great and wild creator. A world abounding with life, spilling over with beauty, and echoing with the endless laughter of all good things.
Until the Shadow is born.
1st Corinthians 13:12 begins with, “For now we see through a glass, darkly…”
In Shiloh that darkness is tangible and has a name: the Shadow. It is a permanent shroud that feeds on fear and stains joy. The veil between what is now and not yet, swirls thickly, seen and felt by all. Beasts made of shadow and smoke stalk all men, intent on death and destruction. All that is bright is hidden, all glory is lost. The children of the morning forfeited their birthright and have forgotten the hand that shaped them. They have forgotten their gifts and their names and are blind to who they truly are.
Brief moments and flashes of glory are seen, but they are quickly forgotten, swallowed by fear.
And then a child is born: Amos. At the tender age of seven, Amos kills a creature of the shadows. He holds power over fire with whisper of his breath and is fearless in the face of danger. But even Amos is not immune to the pain and fear that comes when the walls of your world collapse and let in the darkness.
And it will be up to a quiet dreamer named Simeon to remind him of who he once was.