Semmonet was born in the waters of the Roundabout River. The people of Errandia don't know much about him except that Queen Lilliput appointed him as her vizier, and that he loves curling his long, vandyke beard.

His father, Pharusus, loved Semmonet's mother but she mysteriously disappeared one morning when Semmonet was four years old. She was never seen again. Pharusus became an exceedingly bitter old man... he was cruelly strict and irritable. When Semmonet was a teenager, Pharusus died of heat stroke.

Semmonet didn't know much else except to take after his father. He grew up with animosity toward everything because he thought that that was the only way to be manly.

Semmonet's favorite hobby is to slaughter creatures of the desert.

Semmonet named his two sons Kerisus and Neires.

Below is an excerpt from the Lyraka novel written from the narrative viewpoint of Neires:

I could actually hear garbled screams underwater as I read about an old coastal village that worshipped a strange god from the sea. But then I looked up.

My father was dunking Kerisus mercilessly in the small pool in the center of the desert oasis, easily overpowering the frail boy .

I feared that the malignity that was my father would grow even more hazardous, prompting even the snakes of the earth to strike, if I were to flail myself to my brother's rescue. With urgent necessity stabbing at my already broken will, strewn about like pieces of a puzzle, I managed to pin down a fragment of resolve.

Knowing full well that I would be taking his unholy wrath upon myself, I sacrificed my well-being once again for my asthamtic twin brother. Right then I taunted him. Hardly would I dare such a feat but the circumstances had grown dire.

Instead of the expected and routine concussion that I had developed a tolerance to, he did something even more frightful. He glared at me. I was trapped, his eyes holding me as though my wrists were in shackles. My courage departed as scorn flashed like lightning in his rancorous, dark orbs which sent a feverous chill throughout my cowering spirit.

I shrank back despairingly, desperately summoning some inkling of strength within. I wished fervently that his fury would miraculously subside so that I might aide my sputtering sibling who was apparently in shock. But wishing was not allowed. Not ever.

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