In a time when the gods ruled over man, when strange, monstrous beasts roamed freely the land, there lived a man, Acheas was his name, a simple man, ordinary and plain. A life he made for himself by farming, hard work and toil, but still close to starving. Sacrifices of blood made to appease, ignored by those they had been made to please. When times were hardest, no hope existed, by a lost woman he was visited. She seemed regal, of the grandest visage; secrets she held, no mortal personage. Immediately was he enamored; forgotten, the fields where once he labored. To woo her he must, to hold and wed her. Impossible tasks he must first endure set by a father who thought his scheme grand, No mortal living could meet his demand.
A tale like those told in long ago times, when men told others stories, voiced in rhymes. An epic poem, years in the making, this a hero’s adventure, The Aching.