Tuesday, June 27, 2017

A Small Gang of Authors: Hun Mythology #OurAuthorGang

A Small Gang of Authors: Hun Mythology #OurAuthorGang: Mythology and Fantasy Since I was a young child, I was fascinated by legends and mythology, especially Hun legends such as Emese's Dre...

Hun Mythology #OurAuthorGang

Mythology and Fantasy

Since I was a young child, I was fascinated by legends and mythology, especially Hun legends such as Emese's DreamKing Attila, and the legend of Turul bird
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According to http://turul.info/, the mythical Turul bird is one of the most important symbols of the Hungarians. The Turul is seen as the ancestor of Attila and is often depicted carrying the flaming Sword of God.

The legend of Emese, who was the descendant of King Atilla and wife of Ügyek, once had a dream. As the Turul bird appeared in her dream, a crystal-clear stream started to flow from her. As the water flowed, it grew into a mighty river. It was thought that the dream represented her symbolic impregnation by the Turul, and it meant that she would give birth to a line of great rulers. Emese found out shortly after the dream that she was pregnant. She gave birth to Álmos, who was the father of Árpád, the great leader of the Magyars and founder of Hungary. This legend reaffirms the Hun-Magyar kinship and the knowledge that the Magyars re-conquered Hungary as their rightful inheritance from Atilla's great Hun Empire.

In my fantasy series, The Ancestors' Secrets, I weaved my favorite legends and bits of historical facts into the story, that plays out in the present and past, with intriguing tribal secrets, magical heritage, love triangle, and an exciting and dangerous life in a secret society.

I love this beautiful video about the ancient beliefs, the mythology of the World Tree. It also mentions Attila the Hun and the Turul bird that carries the Sword of God.

Video credit to Mythology https://youtu.be/NLxEl7pnsMc

Read short excerpts from book 1 of The Ancestors' Secrets Trilogy


I lit the sacred candles infused with herbs and then placed them in a silver candle holder on a small round table. The ancient wooden male and female figurines holding hands stood between the candles, with our delicately carved Turul bird with a crown on its head and a sword in its talons. The Falcon held widely stretched wings over the figurines as if protecting them.
The statues had been in my family for centuries, they were small and had a deep, warm brown color. The rich, shiny brown hue came from the hot herbal tea Elza poured over the statues every morning, as my ancestors had done for generations. Beside the statues was an ancient, dark leather-bound book. Its permanent place was on the Prayer table, and every Hun family had one. I had leafed through our book many times. The first few pages remained empty to me, but the rest of the book contained my ancestor’s names and achievements, written in ancient handwriting. Mom had said when I asked her about the empty pages, “The Book will reveal all its secrets to you, but only when you when you reach the age of maturity.” I wondered if I were ready; I was entering into Hun adulthood after all, so I made a mental note to check the book the next day, after prayer time.
Elza wrapped the ceremonial shawl over my shoulders as I took a deep breath and held my hands above the table. I began the prayer by reading the Hun writing, carved into the leather cover of the book of my ancestors. Following the ancient traditions, we prayed as a family in the morning to the First Mother and Father, and we prayed to the Creator at night, in solitude.

Mother and Father leading in unity,
Protected by the Turul for eternity,
Guide my soul and keep my body healthy.
Test my courage and try my patience,
Let me prove I have endurance.
Let compassion always guide me,
Make me wise to help the needy.
Challenge me on my daily journey,
And give me the strength to prove I’m worthy.

Closing my eyes, I held my hands in silence over the table for a minute and embraced the serene feeling I always had while saying the prayer. Warm energy flooded my insides, and I experienced a deep connection to something powerful, majestic and welcoming.
I was still a little angry with Elza for not letting me read her feelings. She was murmuring under her breath, as she did every morning. It was a low, rhythmic humming sound, but I did recognize some of the ancient Hun words. She refused to give me an explanation whenever I asked her about it, but I’d seen her doing the strange whispering, at Morning Prayer, ever since she came to live with us.

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I turned and saw Joland collapsing on the ground in agony. He held his head with both hands, screaming in pain. I didn’t understand what was happening to him. He didn’t appear to be injured.
Elana made it clear, “It was foretold. The minute the child is born, Joland will lose all his powers.”
I watched Joland wiggling on the ground and then he went still. I thought he was dead, but then he moved. “Curse you. I curse you all,” he shouted.
He stood, climbed up on his horse, and nudging it he started galloping out of the cave. Cheers erupted, and Joland’s remaining army rode after their defeated leader. I dropped the shield and shouted, “Wait, Joland!”
He looked back with a murderous look in his eyes, “What? You defeated me, and I’m nothing but a broken man. I won’t stand your gloating.” He turned.
“I can take you to Morana. You can spend the rest of your life with her.”
He turned back to me and gave me a suspicious look, “Why would you do that?”
“Because… It just feels like the right thing to do.”
He rode closer and slid off his horse. “You would do this for me? After all I have done?”
“Yes, I would.”
He gave me a long and hard look, and then the fierce look on his face slowly softened. Tears filled his eyes and rolled down his face. He knelt before me, “Then I’m your servant,” he said.
Mundzuk drew his sword and took a step toward Joland, “You can’t trust him,” he said with a sneer.
“No, don’t hurt him. He’s an ordinary man with no powers,” I said. “He can’t harm anyone. I will take him to our timeline and unite him with his love.”
Mundzuk obeyed and put his sword back, “You are a noble person, Ilona. I would not have been so generous.”
A sudden bright light poured down from the ceiling of the cave. A 3D picture appeared before us. It seemed so real. The sacred Turul with a flaming sword descended slowly and hovered over us.
“The Sword of the Gods!” I heard Elana’s voice.
I felt a burning sensation on the side of my neck and itching under my left eye as I stared mesmerized at the lifelike image of the magnificent bird.
“Ilona!” I heard Elza’s voice, “There is a mark of the sword etched into your skin, and your Royal mark has changed.” She reached into her pocket handed me a makeup compact with a small mirror. I saw the sign of the Queen on my face.
Mundzuk kneeled, “My Queen.” He said, and the others followed. I looked around frantically and saw everyone kneeling and offering their service and life to me. The kneeling people around me had the expressions of devotion and submission on their faces. Bela knelt with the others and looked up at me with devotion, deep pain, and acceptance in his eyes.
I was stunned and automatically froze time. I was surprised to see the group of spirits still moving, gesturing and every one of them looking at me with expectation.
“Chosen by the Sword is a great honor and also a great responsibility.” I heard Tua’s voice.


This suspense fantasy takes the reader back to the life of people in ancient times.

"You are fate’s shadow or fate’s sun, depending on which way you turn." ~Terri Guillemets

A romantic suspense novella. Dark family secrets separated Emily and Daniel when they were teenagers, but fate brought them together again. Jayden, Emily’s brother, finds a leather book in his grandmother's secret room that was written in 426 by a shaman. Emily can read the ancient runes and finds out that if the family curse remains unbroken, it will bring ruin their lives as it destroyed many of their ancestors' lives for centuries. Can they find the way to break the ancient curse? Could Emily find happiness with her childhood puppy love, Daniel?
"Szabo expertly weaves this story through both today's timeline and that of yesterday's and brings us out on the other side with an amazing ending."

I write fantasy novels, children's books, and health-related books. Visit my website: http://www.authorerikamszabo.com

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Erika M Szabo

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Thank you Rick Haynes! I'm glad you found my post enjoyable and educational :)
 
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Mary Anne Yarde

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I love all things mythological, what a fascinating post, Erika. Great excepts too!
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Thank you Mary Anne :)

Cristina Grau

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I love Mythology but I was not familiar with this tale. Very nice and great video.
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I love the video too Cristina :) Hun mythology is not widely known, but when I was a young child, I loved listening to the older people's tales about King Attila, the Turul bird and of course, Hungary's famous ruler, King Matyas

T.C. Rypel

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Make that a clean sweep of surprised and intrigued readers with my two-cents' worth here, Erika---I had never heard of the Turul bird either. This, despite being married to a Hungarian, having a stockpile of world-myth books on my shelves, and even having set the entire Gonji "Deathwind Trilogy" in the medieval Transylvanian Alps. (And, in the unwritten story that would immediately precede that trilogy, Gonji is in the service of a Magyar chieftain!)

Great stuff, and a very engaging sample from each of your series books. Consider them added to my tottering reading queue. They read like captivating storytelling. And considering how well you do everything else in your publishing experience, I have no doubt that they won't disappoint.
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Thank you so much for the compliment and for your faith in my ability as a storyteller! I hope reading the series will not disappoint you :) Hungarian history and Hun mythology is not widely known. It was a powerful and proud nation for centuries but bad political decisions made by its leaders, the Trianon Treaty had torn the country apart and the small middle part of the country had to fight for survival instead of nurturing the traditions. The past few decades brought positive changes and historians discovering new facts about Hungary's rich history every day and the ancient writing, called Rovasiras, once again learned by children and adult as well. The Turul became the symbol of Hungary once again and now most Hungarian towns are proudly displaying the statues of the Turul, including the town I grew up in, Sarospatak. Thank you again for your compliment and I hope you will enjoy my Ilona's story :)
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Mackenzie Flohr

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As someone who also enjoys mythology, I really enjoyed this article and your excerpts. I was not familiar with the Turul bird. Thank you for writing this!
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I'm glad I was able to show you something new Ami :)

Lorraine Carey

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Erika is a most talented author. I've read a few of her books and was able to get transported to another place in time. Yes, she has the ability to take her readers there.
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My pleasure Erika. 
 
+Erika M Szabo You're very welcome! 

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Author and illustrator Erika M. Szabo​ is featured today on A Small Gang of Authors, where she talks about Hungarian mythology, which is so integral to her fantasy novels, the Turul bird, and Attila the Hun. She also provides us with a very cool video about the infernal Underworld of Hungarian mythology, as well as excerpts from her novels.
https://asmallgangofauthors.blogspot.com/2017/06/hun-mythology-ourauthorgang.html
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Thank you for sharing my post Joe!
 
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Rick Haynes

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All countries have legends from the past, the Hun legends unknown to many including me. It was interesting to learn that Attila carried the Flaming Sword of God into battle sweeping all before him. Better still was the details of The World Tree, with the Gods, the Moon and the Sun inhabiting the Upper Tree, whilst humans and mystical beings lived in the Middle Tree. The Lower Tree was the domain of bad souls and evil spirits. An educational post all round.
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Joe Bonadonna

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As  lover of mythology who often draws up it for inspiration in my own work,  I found this a fascinating article, especially since I had never heard of the Turul bird until today. It's relationship to Attila is something I need to explore in more detail. That cool video has stirred some ideas for a series I wrote for, Heroes in Hell. Thanks so much for posting this, Erika.
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Thank you Joe! Hun history and mythology is not something that is widely known, but it is indeed fascinating :)

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Mythology and Fantasy Since I was a young child, I was fascinated by legends and mythology, especially Hun legends such as Emese's Dream ,  King Attila , and the legend of Turul bird . According to  http://turul.info/ , the mythical Turul bird is one of the...

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