As a young child the Elders would recount frightening tales about Krieshen Forest. The forest has always been plagued by evil, thousands of years before man dominated the earth; there were others who desecrated the woodlands. Soulless beings whose hearts were as black as night, imprisoned humans and sacrificed them in search of the power that came from the earth. These beings were called Mastradaums and they dwelled in shadows; they were said to be the sons of the devil himself. It is they who once ruled the land, and they who oppressed the humans. Krieshen Forest has always been veiled in darkness, it calls out to those who have lost their way. It is not the Mastradaums, but man himself that brought about this curse. Lost Kings who sought power unto themselves now dominate the woodlands and haunt the forest. Those whose forefathers liberated man, later disgraced their names and caused great suffering. They were no different from those they fought to be free of, and their spirits now dwell in the forest. The Spectra are no longer kings, but ghostly beings. Today men continue to explore Krieshen Forest, however be wary of that which can not be seen in the daylight for by night their spirits are free. Those who do venture into the forest can do so of their own free will. However no torch can guide the way; for by their breath the flame is extinguished; thus there is only darkness to greet you. The forest will always challenge those who seek adventure, but beware for man can only enter on foot! Horses will never advance beyond the tree line. They have the ability to see the Spectra as they sleep, and are spooked by their evil presence. The horses are so terrified, that even the light of day does not mask their existence.
Chapter 3 – Trust and Friendship
I use this blog as a forum for my books, but with so much in the publishing world changing it is difficult to establish a name for any new author. Traditional-Publishing far outweighs the benefits of Self-Publication, however many authors quickly lose hope and turn to a sure thing. This is the future of publishing; where authors self promote, sell and market themselves. In a quest to find my way I refuse to give in; maybe not forever, but definitely for now! I know that my stories may not be perfect, (whose are; and what defines perfection). They do however tell a story; an epic tale. They take the reader on an extraordinary adventure, in a world unknown to modern man. The story allows you to dream, the mind to create and the spirit to be free. In a world where good verses evil, you will be compelled to find the answers that only the end of the book will reveal. Mine is an escape from this world to another time and place, for it is a story well worth every sci-fi/fantasy enthusiasts time. Click on the header bar to begin your adventure; start with the Legend and read through Chapters One and Two, then please post a comment, if you are inclined to do so. Then once you become a fan, please vote for me in the Shorty Awards, hosted by Twitter and nominate me in the writing category, http://shortyawards.com/Elfite Please allow my world into your heart, Thank you…
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The morning air is biting and I am not prepared for the cold mountain air. I use the deerskin as a cloak to keep warm. With renewed strength I begin to consider which direction we should pursue. There are so many unanswered questions. Am I capable of safeguarding my stone and how will I protect it from the evil King Mord and his army of Morshmen? For weeks we travel the mountain; making sure to stay ahead of the Morshmen. Lavinia is fully aware that she could communicate with me and warns me about the dangers that exist upon the mountain. She tells me that we must leave the mountain, to stay would mean certain death to both of us. “The Golbotros Mountains belong to King Mord,” she cautions; “the answers you seek are not here. They can only be found beyond his grasp!” We continue on for several more days before our decent brings us to the plains. “It is from here that you will discover the truth,” states Lavinia. “It is from here that your journey truly begins…”
We escape the mountain and rest beside a great elm tree. The plains are a refreshing change and a welcome relief from the cold air that marks the ridge. Suddenly, Lavinia begins to pace and I feel her uneasiness. “What’s wrong?” I ask. Once again I hear her thoughts, even though her voice is silent. Her words whisper inside my head; and as she beckons I hear the urgency in her tone, “We must go now!” exclaims Lavinia. “The Morshmen are upon us.” We cover our campsite as best we could; then Lavinia demands that we run. I am captivated by this extraordinary creature and I know that it is in my best interest to listen to her. Speaking candidly she begins, “I have much to tell you, but first we must find a safe haven; a place where I can protect you. It is there that all shall be revealed; and then you will understand your destiny.”