Fantasy Fridays: Ruinwaster’s Bane — The Annals of the Last Emissary

It lived a long time in my head. The idea started with a single image, a single vignette back on a hot summer day, in an un-air-conditioned sublet house off-campus, between my freshman and sophomore years of college. There are only a handful of things I remember from that time. But the image was clear.

I saw Aenguz (pronounced Aengus) standing on the prow of a primitive river boat of some sort. The rutter was broken. The boat drifted on the current. He wasn’t from there. He didn’t belong there. He was…