Táltos of Godwhip

Eighteen years ago, between the mountain ranges of the Karrabata in Madüjawr, on the same day, barely half an hour apart, two children cried for the first time in their lives. The daimon king was reborn, and a little boy was also born, whose legacy was lost in the darkness of history. Their paths intersect again today and as the secrets come to light, the daimon song begins again and the Godwhip snaps.



I greet everyone in Madüjawr, follow the path of young Rahul as he discovers the story of his family and the secrects surrounding everyone he comes in contact with. Prepare for a really long ride, the story goes slowly, with hidden plotpoints and references. Every detail is important, if you think something is unimportant it probably can and will be built upon later. So feel free to theorize, that is what makes the world of the hegins so interesting.



This is a translatoin of my Hungarian work over on Wattpad titled, Istenostor táltosa.