Greetings, All! My name is, of course, Christopher Malachi Denton, and 'The Children of Akka' is my very first book. I was fifteen when I began writing, and though I was truly terrible at it then, I am somewhat less horrible at it now (or so I stubbornly believe). In actuality, it was a video game that initially inspired me to write, for in this particular game (The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers), there is a certain level atop the Deeping Wall of Helm's Deep, where the player must repel the hordes of orcs and uruk'hai. And if the player fails this mission (which I sometimes did simply for this reason), the player would then be shown a short cinematic of our heroes--Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli--perishing valiantly in the battle. It was at this moment, sitting in awe before my television, that I said to myself: "I want to write a beautiful death." Thus, with pencil in hand, I set myself to the creation of my own amateurish narration, and for nearly two years thereafter, I labored and toiled to invent my most beloved masterpiece. 'The Children of Akka', however, is not that story. No, my original tale is still too dear to my heart to give here, and it must needs be postponed until another decade, when I, hopefully, will be better equipped to compose it with the detail and depth that it deserves. For the present, my mind is focused on the saga of Moreyar, and there is indeed much that remains to be told.
I was about eighteen when my uncle gave me a graphic-novelization of R.A. Salvatore's 'Homeland'. I myself had never read any of Mr. Salvatore's work before that day, and since then, I have bought every Drizzt Do'Urden book I could find. I was so enamored by his depictions of Menzoberranzan and the Drow that I also was fiercely inspired to describe my own sort of Amazonian-esque society. The very next day, I pulled out my private notebook and began envisioning the vast forestland of Akkallah-Besh and Arra Olama as she stood upon the Cliff's Edge of Mount Surana. Originally, my little pseudo-fan-fiction was supposed to end there with only a vague history of a people and a place. But I simply could not pull my mind away from it, and I kept going back to that world and writing more about the House of Olama and all the intrigues emerging in Heled. By approximately the third chapter, I had finally concluded that my miniscule fable needed a storyline, so I pondered this dilemma for a short while and eventually devised a rather elaborate weave of betrayal and revenge. Again, this plot is not in 'The Children of Akka'. Yes, 'The Children of Akka' is a story about vengeance and betrayal (one that I often feel came to me, not I to it), but the original scheme I designed for this book I ultimately decided had to be delayed until book two. So, if you desire a grander epic of bereavement and vengeful ambition, then you must be patient, for I have only just begun the chronicle of 'The Lays of Moreyar'.