Date Published: July 2016
Shazmpt has been prepared his whole life to complete the prophecy; however until recently, he was unaware of his true identity as a powerful war wizard.
Hidden on an island in a time realm not his own, he must now search for ancient relics in order to stop the growing evil in the world. All he wanted was to hunt in his beloved forest, but is thrown into a world of sea serpents, dungeons, enchanted castles, miniature men, and air buffs.
Driven by duty and hindered by self-doubt, he is sent on a quest to unite the magical realms once more. He must learn to harness his good and evil powers, but will he survive the shadow…?
Bright white flashes burst from their fingertips. A deafening crack snapped as hues of electric blue shot across the rotunda, breaking the once impeccable crystal stone like a twig. Half crouched and slightly leaned back, he stretched out his hand and slipped under the downward slash of a long blade already dripping. Once clear, he leapt into the air, flipping over concourses of the sky blue robes of the Commission intertwined with the red battle robes of the Velsharoon.
Gavin Rhill’s treacherous needs exempted him from feeling, his conscience was now void. Eyes bloodshot with fury, he sank into the depths of his insanity. The popping cracks of the fire and ice elements against each other reverberated across the slick floor, tousling him about and jarring him from his thoughts. Dust plumes erupted from pockets of crumbling walls. He gripped his shaking head as he pleaded to be released from his harrowing prison. But it was too late. He belonged to the Shadow now.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood out straight, plunging a rippling effect that crawled up and down his skin. An electrifying bolt of unyielding energy surged past his ear, missing only by centimeters. He flipped his long black hair from his flat gray eyes that sunk deep in the pallid hollow of his face. The pungent odor of singed hair and flesh stifled his nose, wreaking havoc on his focus. Anger and hate surged from his bosom.
Sweat dripped onto his sliver thin black eyebrows and down his face, landing at the corner of his mouth. He glowered through the madness and zeroed in on the door at the end of the mysterious hall. He searched for an acceptable route to his destination. Quickly he seized his opportunity and flung himself into the air. He rolled over an oncoming deluge of potent magic, a second before the heat burst his blood red cloak into flames.
As he fell toward the floor, he slipped his arms out of his battle robe and twisted away from the engulfing barrage. He rolled through the fall and jumped to his feet, shutting the roaring shrieks from his ears. All he could hear now was the pounding of his heart as he flipped over a spear that would have pierced it. He thrust his hands out and released his newly acquired powers. Rock fragments pierced through the air like speeding razors, striking several of the newly arrived armored men. Cursed with an unrelenting pain, it paralyzed them from the inside. He dug his toes into the floor. Boosted his feet with a blast of air and whizzed past so quickly, the soldiers spun in their boots.
“Gavin stop!” Castos yelled.
The leader of Queen Ambrosia’s United Forces stood erect.
“You can’t stop me.” Gavin said in a drawn out syrupy voice. The thought welled up inside his chest like a smoldering flame. He could taste it, smell it, and see his destiny. “I have destroyed your beautiful Srinna Vossa.” he said, hissing through a cynical smile.
A flash of anger darted from Castos as he slammed his long gold entwined staff on the ground.
“We will rebuild it you can’t stop goodness. How many people have to die?”
“You’re worse off than I thought.” Gavin said, throwing his head back and laughing a humorless vicious sound.
Castos crossed the staff in front of his broad carved expression. He then lifted his palm, facing up and conjured the elements he controlled.
“Time to put an end to this senseless bloodshed.” Castos said.
He lifted his staff up high and pulled the element of fire from the particles of the universe. With a sweeping motion, he purged the ravaged energy and sent it directly at Gavin. Gavin sucked in his belly, pulled in his arms and legs and transformed into an invisible shriek of air. He rushed over Castos and fed the inferno with life breathing oxygen. The air pulled the fire back toward Castos unleashing it onto its master. The fire didn’t care what it consumed. Only that it feasted on life’s sustenance. Absolute horror hit a split second before Castos was annihilated by his own power.
Gavin sailed through the air with exhilarated weightlessness. His thunderous laughter rattled the windows until they shattered, sending glass shards careening to the ground. Gavin Rhill soared down the long corridors, disarming enchantments along the paths. When he reached the door, he hovered momentarily, then unraveled through the misty tendrils of the air element. He transformed back into his human form, his skinny almost mal-nourished figure reemerged.
The towering solid wood door was intricately carved with ancient symbols and runes. His long, thin fingers manipulated the old puzzle that had taken him over a year to figure out. With the last knot pushed, the door opened with a gasp. A small puff of wind bathed his face with the odor of musky dust. An aroma he quite enjoyed. He heaved the heavy obstacle open and slipped inside. He waved his hand across the smooth orderly lines on the inside of the door. Several clicks and a few slides of unseen latches echoed against the hollow roundness of the room as it sealed shut.
Gavin’s eerie piercing eye darted around the room. His bones ached from its cold darkness. His shadow ran across the isles and his heart jumped, a lump formed in his throat. Relieved it was only his shadow, he searched the room. A large majestic desk sat at the far side of the circular room. Heavy weaved curtains framed tall windows. He found a slight beauty in the carved vaults. Every wall was covered top to bottom with shelves of scrolls. Books were so jammed pack that they overflowed.
“You must not fail.” the Shadow’s voice echoed in his mind. The horrifying image of the shadow sent shivers down his spine.
He picked up the first parchment on top of the desk, read the heading and tossed it on the floor. He picked up another, then another. His intrigue half stopped him. He would love to spend hours, or even better, days, picking apart the exploits of this ancient knowledge. What I could learn from all of these, he thought. But he knew he only had but a few moments until the Council would know where he was. He put his thoughts aside and hastily rummaged through the scrolls and parchments that sat barren and lonely.
“Where is it?” he snarled.
He ravaged the last few particles of writings as the persistent gnawing in his navel grew. With one fowl sweep of his arms, he sent the rest flying to the floor. He slammed his fits on the table, his knuckles pure white. A bead of sweat dripped from his drooped head and splashed onto the marble surface. He stared into the backs of his eye lids and tried to think of where, the Binding of the Crypt spell would be hidden.
Then it came to him. How could I have forgotten the search spell? He thought. He closed his eyes and focused. A dusting of rusty orange sparkles danced into existence and floated around the room. His heart skipped a beat as the magic was sucked into a book, then shoved back out. Over and over, the magic came up empty. His emotions couldn’t take any more. His fear of failure and what the Shadow would do to him threw him into a rage. His tantrum sent books, scrolls and reading implements flying around the room.
Loud booms and cracks echoed against the outer walls. Shrieks of agony crested the horizon. Gavin Rhill knew he was the cause of men and women’s deaths, but he didn’t care. The war outside was only a ruse to get into the protected room anyway. Though it did serve another purpose, if he could destroy the Dodjen, he would gain power over the Wyvern’s. Then he could release the underworld creatures the Shadow controlled. He knew the magic of the united efforts could stop the Shadow. If he could gain control of the bond already forged, he would be unstoppable.