A/N
Welcome one and all to the first Zerahypt fanfiction I've seen outside of the forums! I know you probably don't want to read the tiresomely long author's note, but I just wanted to clear some things up, otherwise you'd go into this being sorely confused. First of all, if you haven't been briefed on the available canon of Zerahypt, this won't be a very understandable story. If the names Zerana, Cythas, Targilin and Tyg are completely unfamiliar to you, please go to YouTube and look for Syrsa's non-canon Zerahypt briefings. I tried to follow what little of the canon material I could find, but, much like the setting of this story, the wiki is a barren desert. I had to improvise. Now, without further ado, the prelude. (It's really short, I'll post more later.)
They stood by the riverside, hand in hand. They stood tall like the hyptian palms that swayed above them, fronds like the wings of a wild falcon. They were impassive as the mountains of sandstone, worn away by the whipping desert sands, yet still standing. Together, the Agratyrdans stood, their eyes locked on the swirling sapphire waters of the Agra river. They stood waiting for the one foretold, the one who bore destiny's mark. They awaited the child.
