The First Knight (The Threads of Creation Series #1)

Humanity had been discriminated against and enslaved for centuries. It may be because they are the weakest race on the planet. What good are they but to be slaves? In recent years, one faction of the war started ‘The human right moment’. Explosions! Wars and famines, every faction fighting for leadership and power, call it world domination. It was the beginning of dark times. Or should it be called spring of terrors that are to follow? Everything that happens, everything that will happen, sprung here at this moment. Conflict and confusion of war can be dreadful for many, but for a few, it can be an opportunity to invade impossible places. ‘The Last Page’ only remaining page of supreme grimoire tells a story; story of a cursed place hidden within ‘The Great Black.’ It was a place entrusted to guard an artefact of power. A power that could grant any wish, absolute reign if you so desire. Believing such a legend, a team of men sought out for that forbidde

    [POV: Silver Davis] Silver found himself in a white room. Everything was white, the walls, the ceiling, the floor. Except for the chair. She asked him to sit down and maintain his posture. It was brown, the chair. Alisha asked him to smile, and there was a flash of light. So that’s the magic device that can capture your image, that’s so cool. His eyes sparkled to see the object. Silver had always read about magic items, but he had never seen one in real life. Well, not something that cool, anyway. After taking his picture, she asked him to follow her again. They weren’t back at the counter after going through the door. Instead, Silver found himself in another room again. There was an enormous structure with a door, no more like a huge pillar with a door. Alisha opened the door with her right hand and asked him to get inside once more. “Get inside the door, ple

[POV: Kara Davis]   “What is it? Is something wrong?” She asked the messenger with a concerned look. “Well, Um... Ahh... the... Umm...” Kara Frowned. The messenger was staring at the table and kept shifting his legs. But most of all he was trembling visibly. What could have made the other man so terrified? This can’t be good news. “Well? Spit it out already.” Guard stepped back, nearly jumping on his tiptoes. He shifted his eyes to his feet. “Forgive me, my lady, to be the bearer of such sad news, but his imperial majesty is dead and your husband along with him. I was told that both of them were poisoned to death.” His mouth worked and quivered as he passed the horrid news.   For a second, her mind went blank. What was the messenger saying? He must have mistaken. Yes, he was probably too nervous and said the wrong words.  But one look at the messenger and realisation hit he

  “Sir Jones, Sir Vlad. Please, sir, we welcome you to our village.” Sir Thomas urged them through the village gate. Vlad, being Vlad, walked into the village as if he owned the place. “You invitation warms my heart, Sir Thomas.” Kara had a hard time stifling her scoff. “It is but my pleasure,” Thomas said.  Why were these two acting so formally? Something is going on here. Or am I just reading too much into things? “Where are the councillors? Are they really not here?” Kara inspected the mass of the army in front of the village. There were no luxurious wagons or palanquins that indicated the presence of the councillors.  “They are on their way. We just left early to help prepare,” Sir Jones Said. Kara nodded. After walking through the street paved with cobblestones, they finally reached the magnificent castle of the water village. They entered the castle through th

Silver woke up to a throbbing pain in his forehead. Why was everything so dark? Silver groaned. Ria Above! The pain was killing him. He tried to rub his throbbing forehead, but he immediately pulled his hands back, wincing at the pain, motes of dried blood sticking to his fingertips. What the hell happened to me. Where am I?  Silver pulled on his grace and held and held that torrent of power within him; the power that allowed him to create and manipulate water constructs. Of course, the fact that he could pull on his grace surprised him. It could only mean that the summer solstice was over. With the power of grace within him,, he could finally see his surroundings. When one pulled on grace, they would be surrounded by blue ethereal light that could illuminate the surroundings to some extent. He was greeted by walls of earth surrounding him. All the herbs he had picked were scattered around him. There was a stone with dry b