when Jason suddenly finds himself caught between a war for a realm by both the forces of light and darkness, little did he know how deep the rabbit hole went. now he would have to step up and claim what was his, for the lives of every soul in that realm depends on it.....
View MoreIt was a sunny morning in Oregon as Jason dragged his sleepy feet to the bathroom staring at the mirror,
yep, same old me he thought as he wore his glasses, not that he needed the glasses anyways, just to disguise his look. Not really understanding why himself, just because his aunt told him he had to keep low from everyone at school, with a snort to himself he stretched, he wasn't even popular at school!.
Putting off the glasses, he entered the tub and switched on the tap as warm water gushed out of soothing his bones as he gave a sigh of relief, closing his eyes. The water was a little bit hot,
it would pay a lot better if it were cooler, he thought
it might had been his mind playing tricks on him but Jason could had sworn the heat of the water reduced…. he would later wish it was his mind
somewhere else.....
A man moved at a speed that would cause the nearest checkpoint officer to rethink his report of the day. He jumped over a car, twisting and turning has he slid behind a shop, one hand clutching the bleeding wound at his side. With a look of grim determination he gathered momentum, bursting out behind the shop and tore into a forest, his heart thudded heavily within him, not fast enough he thought franticly as a high pitch laughter rung around him.
Entering a clearing as dark shadows surrounded him in columns, he stretched his arm, watching as runes in gold fazed into existence, calling a silver looking blade also into existence as it glittered in the sunlight. The shadows stepped back obviously irritated by the light, he glanced around looking for someone, he isn't here he thought happily, his mind beginning to create the happy thought that his assailant had lost track of him, but only for a second as a man in a dark long sleeve cotton shirt stepped out of the shadows.
Dark hair with a trench coat as the darkness seemed to cling to his very being, the shadows making a hissing sound as though they were sentient. His eyes glowed red, vertically slitted like those of a cobra, and a smile that revealed fangs that gleamed, this was no human evidently…
He twirled two knives in his hand with a grin plastered on his face,
"hello guardian, fancy meeting you in Texas. What do you want?" he asked, his dripping hunger and disdain, but most of all hate, a feeling that was reciprocated by the man who was called a guardian
The guardian stepped back, face passive as he bit back a reply, his gaze solely focused on the creature in human flesh who stood between him and his goal. He couldn't allow them to know why he was here, doing that would be condemning the whole of his realm to death. He consciously felt the jewel in his pocket while staring at the man who clung to shadows, he had to get it away from him, had to find the prince. The shadow man stared at the pocket, his grin slowly edging away and at once came back,
"the jewel of artemon" he stated,
"How convenient of you to deliver it to us, we were about to go searching for it" he said,The guardian turned the sword in his hand and, gripping it tight as he made a vertical slash, a line of burning light called forth from the blade towards the shadow man who hissed in pain while dodging and only receiving a glancing blow to the arm which sizzled in head. That distracted the leader as he removed the gem from his pocket murmuring to it,
" aeto, collectus, illummino, elixtu" he said as the gem flared up and vanished.The shadow man let out a horrifying scream that tore through the day as he ran towards the guardian in a clash of blades, the shadows gaining sentience as they morphed morphed into humanoid creatures and stepped into the battle.
the guardian pressed forward, blade glinting as he twisted and turned, dodging strikes from the show men while dishing out deadly attacks of his ow. However, he was one man, a bleeding one at that, and he still had a mission to fulfill, and with that thought he decided to go straight for their leader. The being whipped so fast he seemed like a blur to the guarding, paying a deadly strike by the guardian to its neck as it gripped the sword arm of the guardian, breaking the bones to splinters despite the scream of pain the guardian let out. The shadow men wasted to time in piercing the body of the guardian with blades conjured out of the darkness, bringing him to his knees.The guardian turned his gaze up to the back of the shadow leader, to a place where Jason was suddenly standing, eyes wide in shock. The guardian smiled, coughing blood and thanking the gods that it was just a projection. Gripping a medallion, he whispered a short spell, feeling the gem appear in the hands of Jason and with that final act he smiled, Ikir he murmured, somehow clearly enough for Jason to hear,
“save us ikir” he said as a blade came down decapitating his had in one swing. Jason screamed as the shadow being turned to his behind, eyes wide in shock at how someone could had snuck up to him with his notice. His eyes went to hand of Jason where a golden gem was held,
“who are you?” he growled as in a burst of speed he appeared in jasons front, gripping his throat,
Jason grabbed the beings’ hand as golden light burst forth out of the gem in a blade like form, cleanly searing off the hand of the being who hissed in pain and immediately retreated,
“who are you for the jewel of Artemon heeds your call?” he shouted,
Jason stepped back, closing his eyes and praying for whatever nightmare this was to end. Could this be stress?, anxiety for his coming exams?, whatever this was he needed out and fast cause he was pretty sure that man in his front did not like him one bit!. The man sniffed the air, eyes widening,
“you reek of aratian blood, royal blood…. impossible” he said, eyes widening,
“what are you?” Jason said, steeling his nerves,
The man smiled slowly, realization of who was standing in his front slowly seeping into his brain,
“the prince?, the lost prince?” he laughed throatily,
“the fuck are you talking about?” Jason said,
“you don’t even know?, not to worry…ikir” the man said scornfully, not with the same reference the guardian had used,
“now that I have your scent, we will come for you…. Jason elixtu…soon” he growled as he lunged for Jason who screamed in fear, a bright light enveloping him, eyes opening under water as he struggled to surface.
After coughing the water out of his lungs, he stood up grabbing his towel and stepping out of the tub. Breathing heavily as his heart thudded heavily in his chest, what was that dream, could it even be called a dream?
Who were those people?
The guardian….
The shadow being and his shadow creatures…
What was that gem?...
And why had that man called him Jason elixtu?
Who was elixtu?......
Getting up from the floor and managing to stand upright, he faced the mirror, to meet a pair of glowing golden eyes, well his eyes. About to shout, his gaze went to the table where a golden gem sat, glowing in proximity to him,
“oh lord” he whispered
Still dedicated to you allJASONThe first thing he felt was the soft ray of sunlight that filtered into his eyes, the warmth followed also.The second thing he felt was his body fully healed and the soft cushion of the bed he was laying on.He opened his eyes to a royal room with golden walls, he heard the sounds of the early hummingbirds that sat on a tree outside. Deep within his heart he knew,Itwasover,fornow...He grunted as he stood up and surveyed the room, it was definitely a royal room, but if he recalled, the palace had been destroyed. He looked himself over to notice he was in a silk pyjama and top,Whochangedme?He thought,He moved to the doors as he drew them open, two men were s
For allofyouthatfollowedmetothisstage,thischapterisyou....Thisis thesecondtothelastchapterofthefirstbook,workhasstartedonthesecondbookandIhopeyouallwillfollowmeintothenextphaseoftheirlives.Thankstoeveryonethathasfollowedmethroughoutthisfirsttale,IamsogratefulforyourhelpsandIhopeyouallenjoyeditasIdid!. [JASON]Dedicated to
JASONJasonfelt weightless, a novel feeling as he had either been running, killing, or dodging attacks to end his life. His body was free, like he was floating on the air. That was when his senses kicked in, the memories of the fight,Derora,Aether,Marxis,Hisdeath,Jason opened his eyes to a shinning palace, a single golden throne in the middle with men in hooded gold cloaks with hoods surrounding it, and on the throne was a face he would never forget,"Illummino" jason whispered,He radiated love and affection,"Jason alecto elixtu" he said,Immediately jason felt energy course through his body as he stood up, his body stronger, his sight sharper as he gasped,"You have ascended jason" he said,Jas
JASONHiding inside a fortress protected by a golden door and being attacked by a demonic huntress was never on jasons’ to do list, and to make matters worse,Marxis was still unconscious!!"Some king you are”jason thought angrily as he slapped his face,Marxis bolted up from the floor, groaning as he rolled amidst the earth-shattering quakes that were going on outside,"Hope you slept well your Highness?!" jason growled over the fire bolts that constantly hit the door and the sound of the Battle raging outside,Marxis still looked dazed,"Hey!" jason shouted as he snapped back to reality,"What is happening?" He shouted terrified,"Derora happened!" jason replied,"Somehow that huntress of
JASONThe iron doors of jasons’ cell opened as two shadow warriors entered. He groaned as the held him by the shoulder and roughly made him stand up, jason glanced at his mother and saw the look of resignation on her eyes, she had accepted this fate,Hers, not his.The took jason through the passages till they got to the labour grounds, men and women alike, hauling stones to build the statue of Marxis, jason clenched his Hands in anger, when he take back his throne, marxis and the statue were going to the bottom of the deepest sea in Aratia. Many people who knew jason for who he truly was nodded and the whispers of "ikir" filled the air, he smiled, even though Marxis might be the ruler, this was one thing he could never have, the respect of the people, strange considering the fact that they loathed and loved his father.Finally, jason saw Marxis in front, dressed in what looked like a silly blue ro
JASON Jasonwas asleep in his cell, Or so he tried, He could not bring himself to sleep, aside from the fact that the cell was filthy, reeked of blood, not his for the most part and he slept on nothing but bare ground that was cold, it was like his essence was pulling at him to cleanse the whole palace of any filth that resided there. And it got worse when herega arrived, I could barely keep myself from remaining dormant, with nothing to do, jason often wondered how he would cope when he was in the same room with her. Then came the explosions in the castle, from the rumors down here it seemed like herega and derora had a fall out. It seemed like the perfect opportunity was presenting itself, it was a matter of time before jason got
DERORAThe doors of the throne room opened as derora stepped in. She had returned the prince to Marxis the day before, now was time for the mage to fulfil his part of the deal. Not that she would not kill him in the end, marxis was too cunning a threat to be left alive, but derora needed to make sure no one found the parchment ever again. The useless piece of paper contained the only thing that could serve as her death,It had the last piece of her soul.Derora had once been a living being, a human warrior bordering the wastelands to the north of the loup de sang territories, not much people knew that piece of history, and she preferred to keep it that way. If any other creature could get their hands on it, it could spell her doom and she for one would like
Dedicatedtoeveryone who stillstuckby me through this adventure JASON The dry, stale air of a basement woke him up, jason groaned and cracked his rather rather stiff neck. He could only open one eye, the only sound he could hear were the dripping of water, he narrowed his eyes to see better in this dark dungeon. Yes, jason was finally at the palace. That much he knew. The only source of light was the small square window that fed little rays into this place, jason assessed himself. He was downright filthy, his cloth had the smell of blood on it. His hands were chained to the wall, jason sighed and closed his one good eye, he fought the urge to scream in pain and sadness, but this was for the good of the realm, I,thesacrificeofAratia, With a heavy sigh rumbling in his chest jason laid back on the g
DERORA Shestood in front of the cave, a look of satisfaction drawn all over her face. The prince and his cohorts were trapped inside the cave, it was all a matter of time till he came to face his fate. The energy blast he did affected deroras ability to summon the abyss, the rest of the creatures she created were gone, a few remained, the ones who fought the light until the very end. She looked at her hand as she tried to summon a black orb of energy, it only produced wisps of smoke and disappeared with the wind, she frowned, he also took something from her, she couldn't feel her full powers again, whatever magic he did must had affected her system. Derora heard the sounds of footsteps moving towards her direction, at least she could feel the energy print of the creature. Detok stood by her side, his armour gleaming in the sun like that of an executioners which he
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