Four Stones Trilogy - Book 1 Chapter 1

I actually started writing book 1 after I started book 2. Book 2 was so complicated I had to stop that to write book 1.

 

      It is said that when the world changes it enters a new realm. It is not determined how long a realm lasts, but it is determined by who is ruling and if good or evil is in control. Though it is said in prophecies that once evil fully reins it will reign forever causing all known species to be wiped out with only the spirits to roam the earth in command of The Dark One for The Light One will be bound forever.

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            The cold bitter wind scraped by his face as he stood on the precipice looking out with dark hallow eyes filled with acid tears that melted away his flesh with each drop that fell. He wearily lifted up his hands and grimaced at the black chain that bound them together. He searched for the Gift but could not find the sweet fulfillment, but instead a hallow void of pain, the Gift he once could use was no longer there, the only reason that kept him living. He shivered suddenly and began to feel cold as he felt the presence of someone sinister behind him.

            He frantically began to search once more for the Gift, scared and confused that something could hinder his inheritance, the ability to draw forth magic. Feeling a strong force on the chains, as much as he resisted, he began to turn and face the evil that formed behind him. There loomed a long figure with burning dark red eyes and a liquid black mist flowed around it. He whined in fear that quickly enveloped him at he was stuck staring into those frightening blood lust eyes. Pain filled his body in the manner that the Gift of Magic filled his magic more than one should hold. Overcome he sank to his knees and withered around until he collapsed on to his stomach. 

            “Look.” A slimy voice hissed from the dark figure. He could feel an unwanted force making him sit up and look over the edge of the cliff into the desolate valley below them.

            Spirits of decaying bodies wandered around aimlessly, while some trapped in cages sat there limp. Moans and screams began to come present in his soon burning ears adding to the pain the engulfed him. A long bony decaying finger then pointed to a cage, there he saw a woman alive, barely, being prodded and clawed at by dead spirits. He clenched his teeth and held his arms around his body as he saw the woman was his forever love, the acid tears flowed freely burning away the flesh on his face.

            His eyes swept across the fire laid land of death and were soon caught a sight in the middle of the land of a man in white with his arms stretched out hanging in mid air.

            “Stop! Please!” He pleaded feeling unable to bear anymore.

            “Suddenly he was standing down below looking up at the figure in white all alone. The feeling of remorse and the guilt penetrated his soul when the deep blue eyes of the man in white seared into his eyes.

            “You cannot let his happen.” A soft voice whispered.

            Before he could respond the dark figure grabbed him by his neck and held him up in the air. He kicked and struggled to get free and attempted to draw the Gift but was met with unavoidable pain.

            “I WILL PREVAIL!” The hiss was loud and piercing to the ears. “YOU SHALL SUFFER IN FLESH FOREVER!” The dark figure threw him down with great force.

            Downward he fell screaming for his life. He landed on the dirt ground with a thud and blood began to spill from his head. Soon dead spirits enveloped him, clawing and ripping apart his skin, he tried to break free but with the dark figures sinister chuckle began to give up and the let the darkness consume him…

 

            His scream continued as he shot up in his bed. Sweat and tears covered his whole body. He tried to slow down his breath as he attempted to gather the blankets he lost back around him. Pain shot through his body causing him to gasp and breathe faster uncontrollably from confusion. He saw his wrists were burned around where he remembered the chains to be. He began to shudder in fear and tears began to pour. Through the wetness he saw a hand grab him on the wrist, pain seared through out but he was soon beginning to feel calm. His heart slowed down as a woman’s voice softly spoke next to him. He felt the release of the woman.

            He soon was able to turn toward the voice and saw his wife, nursing her hand, softly speaking to herself. He saw her hand that was burned, slowing turning back to a normal peach skin tone. She looked up at him with sympathy in her eyes. Without saying anything he leaned over and grabbed her and embraced her and began to sob into her shoulder.

            “Ekthor, it was a dream.” She attempted to soothe him while running her fingers softly through his hair.

            He pulled away and looked into her eyes. He searched her face trying muster up the two simple words “I know” but nothing came. In his gut he knew that it was not just a dream. He only partially nodded his head hoping that would satisfy his wife’s comfort and not to make her worried. They laid back down and he held her as she fell back asleep. He only studied her face as he was formulating the future, prophecies and magic in his head.

            The moment the first light crept into the window Ekthor quietly slid out of the bed and into his clothes. After looking at his beautiful wife once more he crept to the door.

            “Don’t even think about leaving before giving me a kiss.” His wife mumbled from the blankets causing Ekthor to miss a step. He quickly turned around and ran to the bed and planted a long kiss on her lips. “Let me make you something to eat, too.”

             “I am sorry Kaytania, my love, I am not hungry.” He frowned “In fact, I am not sure if I will ever be hungry again.”

            That made his wife sit up. “Ekthor, do we need to talk about your dreams?”

            “No, no,” he shook his head fiercely; “I need to get going.”

            Kaytania opened her mouth to protest as he got up but then closed it, she knew it would do no good to antagonize him. He could see frustration flicker in her eyes. He sat back down on the bed and gave her another kiss.

            “I will tell you what, let me go, and then when I get back we will talk, when I get everything figure out.”

            Kaytania only nodded in agreement and accepted his last kiss for the morning. She sighed to herself as she watched him leave their little one room home.

Author's Note

Rough draft... :) Okay this is scary for me to post. I am pretty protective of this novel!

Reviews

[C.L. Wilson]

I know how you feel. I liked it. I thought the use of the spirits was a unique twist. I didn't see any thing grammatically wrong. A little short for a chapter. I'm having trouble thinking of an image for the dream sequence. All in all, good job