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Chess With Agatha (A Fantasy Novel) By James Mahoney

Posted in Chess With Agatha, Fantasy Novel, Writing on February 9, 2019 by darkjade68

Back In 2012-2013 I Wrote A Fantasy Novel Within This Blog… Hired An Editor, Then Sat It Down… In 2015 I Hired A Second Editor/Wordsmith, And They Worked On The First Few Chapters… Here They Are

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Chess With Agatha

A Fantasy Novel by James Mahoney

With

Additional Wordsmithing by

Kaitlin Q. Calkins

Cover Photography by

Kirsty Pang @ laplumenoire.co.uk

Cover Design by

James Mahoney & Kirsty Pang

Editing by

Shannon Fox @isleofbooks.com

With additional Editing by Kaitlin Q. Calkins

Special Thanks to Bethany Beckman & Héloïse De Smet

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental.

CHESS WITH AGATHA

Copyright © 2013-2019 James Mahoney

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.

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PROLOGUE;

“No One Loves The Fool…”

“No, Indeed Not”

“But I shall Change This…”

“It Is Within MyPower to Change This”

Iliad The Fool~

The King knelt down and hugged his raven haired daughter.

Being only five years of age, she may not have remembered this occasion later in life… but under the spell that was being cast, she definitely would not.

At least not for some time…

“We must hurry my lord, the portal will close soon,” spoke the King’s Wizard.

“Know you this… it’s for your safety that I’m doing this daughter,” spoke the King.

 

CHAPTER ONE

The Protector

A seventeen year old girl sits alone in the dark on the floor of an old rundown apartment. Around her are some dozen or so half-filled boxes, filled with items from a life that is now over. A time which has ran its course.

My parents are gone.

Or rather, my adopted parents. Killed in a car crash, on the way home from the liquor store that cold winter night in November.

     Cold winter nights…There’s been so many of those this year.

The sun slowly rises outside the living room window behind her, which is largely blocked by an olive green bed sheet.

Her adopted mother’s choice.

She had hated the sunlight, you see. Hangovers had caused this… sensitivity to light.

And as the slivers of the morning light begin to enter the room, they catch the ends of Agatha’s hair, lighting them up like a tapestry of gold.

Yes, her name is Agatha. And her blue eyes, though hidden now in the darkness of the room, pierce the skies, and rival the sea with their majesty and brilliant glow.

As Agatha waits for Agamemnon to arrive and escort her to school, she finds herself playing with the thick black laces of her short black Doc Martin boots.

Draped over her body, she wears a worn, second hand black navy pea coat, which goes all the way down to her ankles when she stands, though she’s five foot nine.

And, about her neck she wears a deep purple scarf, most royal indeed.

Soon Agatha would hear the clip, clop, slide, of Agamemnon’s lame leg, coupled with the tap, tap, tap of his black cherry wood cane.

     Who is this stranger? She often asked herself.

This, dark, quiet man who comes for me, every morning now. Supposedly a guardian, or some such thing appointed by my adopted father.

But Agatha, in her now five months long daze, has never really given it much thought.

CLIP… CLOP… SLIDE… TAP

CLIP… CLOP… SLIDE… TAP

It’s him…

“Agatha… Come,” called Agamemnon from outside the door.

 

CHAPTER TWO

Another Life

As we walked, Agamemnon made sure to never look me directly in the eyes, keeping mostly to himself. Which was fine by me, as I generally found myself gazing at his lame leg.

CLIP… CLOP… SLIDE… And his cane.

TAP… TAP…

     It was a particularly cold day, and yet, there was no color in the air. It all seemed to go out that morning, leaving a faint, grey-blue haze.

And that was when the voice would come…

     You will need one Knight… NO! TWO!

     He’d correct himself.

     And a Magician.“NO! NO! YOU FOOL! TWO!

     He’d correct himself again. This had been going on for weeks. The unknown voice making me question reality and the imaginary.

My sanity began to twinge at the thought of my own madness. Hearing voices is a sign of lunacy, especially when the voices you hear are of even crazier people…    

Things of this world are of little matter, Agatha

Suddenly a new voice sprouted in my head. A familiar one…    

There is another life, Agatha… a harder life

It was Aggememnon’s. Intense and deep…

Yup, I am definitely going insane…

With this thought, Agamemnon stopped and turned to face me.

His eyes were dark as they looked intently into mine                                                            

There will be no turning back

His voice seeming to be talking with me. Could he actually be talking to me? Or…

“You must play me a game.”

     Agememnon actually speaking jarred me out of my previous thoughts. A game? What was he talking about?

“And you must play well.”

     He was serious, as he dramatically turned to leave me standing there without waiting for me to reply.  

What the hell was going on?

…yup, definitely going insane

“…Okay?” I said out loud to myself, walking toward the doors of my stereotypical high school. Another day in paradise…   

 

CHAPTER THREE

Hemmingbyrd’s Dream

WITHIN THE PLANE OF ORDOSE

STANDS THE DARK FORTRESS OF DOOM.

AND WITHIN IT THE BLUE WIZARD HEMMINGBYRD’S TOWER OF MAGIC

The Blue Wizard Hemmingbyrd finds himself suddenly awake at a most ungodly hour.

     I woke in a tussle that night. Body covered in the sweat of the Gods. As I will surely do their bidding. And soon I think.

     Hemmingbyrd sits up, legs over the side of his dark wood four post bed, and stretches as he wipes away the slumber from his eyes.

At first glance, one might not realize how young he looks, in his mid to late twenties at most, because of his white hair which he has in a braid that runs down his back. But in reality, he is indeed quite old. For soon he shall see his five hundred and eleventh birthday. But he would rather not speak of that, as Wizards don’t oft live beyond seven hundred and twelve. And he finds this most distressing. So much left to do…

But for some reason as of late, his true age has slipped his mind.

Hemmingbyrd stands and pulls a freshly washed blue robe over his head. He walks toward the thick grey drapes that cover his tower window in large, uneven strides. opens them to an early morning blue, purple and black sky.

“Ob it!” he exclaims, as he is often making up his own words and obscenities. He had hoped that all things foul and evil in the world had removed themselves.

But of course, that was not the case… Evil awaits.

He shuts the drapes, “Pfft,” he sighs.

“But enough of all this,” he mutters to himself as he leaves his chamber, always making sure to break the length and rhythm of his strides. One must maintain their illusiveness after all

His hands clasped behind his back, he makes his long uneven steps down the dark and dismal corridor.

I wonder how I came to be in service of such a dreary place. The fact that I cannot remember is quite alarming…

He thinks to himself.

But I do not have time to dwell on such things right now.

Soon he will reach the great and currently empty Hall of his noble King, who as we speak, is imprisoned deep in the dungeons of Norawyn, hanging by chains with only a beam of sunlight for company.

Depressing.

But this part of the story will come later…

Beyond her arrival.

Suddenly Hemmingbyrd reaches into one of his deep robe pockets, and brings forth a yellow crystal ball, some four inches in diameter, and sets it afloat before him as he walks. He gazes at it intensely. But it offers him no insights, and so he snatches it back out of the air, deposits it back into his pocket, and says, “Round it!” which, of course, makes no sense.

As he enters the King’s abandoned Hall, pushing the great doors wide open, he proclaims these words, “I had a Dream,” only to be terribly disappointed to see Iliad, the King’s Fool, standing upon the great throne, dancing and singing in false gayety, in order to entertain Jodan and Morr, the King’s ‘Rooks’ as it were, who sat in chairs clapping and cheering him on.

Now, Iliad was a wiry little fellow, blond haired, and dressed in red and yellow Fool’s attire. And of course a silly little Fool’s hat,

which bore three little bells.

“FOOL! BE GONE!” Hemmingbyrd commanded as he approached the throne.

As Iliad runs out of the King’s Hall, Hemmingbyrd grabs his shoulder as he runs by him, and brings his ear directly a spec away from his whispering mouth. “Did you tell her about the Knights?” Hemmingbyrd inquires.

“I did, I did, My Lord…” the Fool replies.

“And what of the Magicians?” Hemmingbyrd continues.

“Indeed, Indeed, My Lord. Two of each, as you say,” he replied once more.

“Two?” Hemmingbyrd states while pressing two fingers at Iliad’s face.

“Yes,” Iliad replies, “Two.”

“Be gone, Fool!” Hemmingbyrd demands once more, releasing Iliad, who quickly scurries off.

Jodan suddenly steps forward, “We can no longer wait for this ‘Chosen’ one to arrive, Wizard.”

Jodan, who, despite his grizzly beard, appears surprisingly quite noble. A tall, muscular fellow, with dark brown hair.

Meanwhile the black haired, pale skinned Morr, clad in black velvet clothing, merely stirs his dark red drink with his dagger, and smiles in his typical menacing way. Never looking up at Hemmingbyrd.

“Don’t you see! WE MUST!” Hemmingbyrd proclaims as he waves his hands around. “The game must be played!”

Jodan grimaces in disagreement, and returns to his seat.

Meanwhile, Hemmingbyrd suddenly freezes and speaks softly to himself, “The Game? Must

be played… THAT’S IT!” he suddenly bellows, to Morr and Jodan’s dismay. “SHE HAS YET TO PLAY THE GAME!” With this Hemmingbyrd turns and departs, still speaking as he goes,         “I must consult the Stones,” are the last words that can be made out as he goes.

Jodan looks over at Morr who has finished his drink in one foul gulp. “The old man’s quite mad,” he says, smiling at Morr.

They both begin to laugh maniacally.

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The Mady Chronicles

Posted in Allure, Amazon, Chess With Agatha, Fantasy Novel, Film, I Died Once, Legends Productions, Mady's Storm, Web Series, White Jade, Writing on June 20, 2016 by darkjade68

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Believe it or nor, I am a Writer, though much of what you’ve seen posted lately on my

“The Written Word” Blog has been about my upcoming Web Series, “White Jade”

In 2011 I created this Blog as a ‘Creative Writing Stream Of Consciousness’, so to speak

And in 2012 I Self Published my First Book, which was a Short Book of Poetry, followed by my First Novella, which was “I Died Once”

“Winter, Lust And Wonder” (Poetry Book) @ Amazon

“I Died Once” @ Amazon

“I Died Once” was a story that just came to me chapter after chapter in the winter of 2011, and to my surprise, had some positive reviews.

Reviews

I’m Blown Away… Figuratively, by Something Literary

Kymlee’s Review

Terri Wachala

When I say to my surprise, what I mean is, I thought there would be some that liked it, some that didn’t… But for the most part, even people who weren’t really into this genre of story seemed to get something out of it.

As a writer, I was enthralled.

Later that year I gave away thousands of Free Digital Copies of it, just to get people familiar with my writing a bit.

On Amazon I got 4 Good Reviews, and 1 not good one, which to me, was better than I expected Amazon Reviews

Mady Cover

One thing I knew right away about ‘Mady’, was there was more to tell than just the first Novella, in which she was just 15 years old.

And so come the winter of 2012, I was at it again, and wrote the first draft of the follow up Novella, “Mady’s Storm”.

“Mady’s Storm” takes place 8 years later, and I won’t say any more than that, as I don’t want to give anything away about the original Novella, nor the followup one.

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Also during that time, as well as the spring of 2013, I wrote my first Fantasy Novel, “Chess With Agatha”.

Before touching “Mady’s Storm” again, I hired an Editor for “Chess With Agatha”, but found myself still wanting more than what was the finished product.

That’s when I brought on a second Writer & Editor, and she began helping me realize “Chess With Agatha’s” true potential…

But it became quickly apparent, that it was going to take a very long time for us to finish this revised version of “Chess With Agatha”, and so we sat it down.

Mady Cover2

In 2015 I finally found a moment to pick “Mady’s Storm” back up, and had my “Chess With Agatha” Co-Writer/Editor do a quick Edit of it.

In December 2015 I finally Self Published “Mady’s Storm”, after a long ‘Mady’ hiatus.

Mady’s Storm @ Amazon

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In addition to the ‘Mady Chronicles’ (The First Two Novellas, plus future novellas), the “Chess With Agatha” Trilogy (Part of the second book is written as well), I also wrote two Vampire Novellas from what is called the ‘Allure’ Series.

The truth is, I have a lot of work to do as a Writer should I hope to make these series of books a reality… And though I’m currently working on my “White Jade” Web Series (Which I wrote as well), there is a part of me that longs to get back to my Books.

Nuff said,

Thanks for listening/reading

DARKJADE

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Writing

Posted in Allure, Chess With Agatha, Fantasy Novel, I Died Once, Kickstarter, Mady's Storm, Poetry, Writing with tags on March 2, 2015 by darkjade68

writing-a-bookWriting

I’m at an interesting point with writing right now

A bit of my writing history, for those of you that haven’t followed my blog since 2011 when I created it

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(1973-76)

First of all, my first dream was to be a Professional Baseball Player

A Pitcher to be more specific

I’ve mentioned this along the way

Gave that up because I lived with a single mom, in the middle of a remote canyon

And it just would have been tough to pull off

Lucas(1977)

Then in 1977 I saw the Original Star Wars at the age of 8

And I wanted to be a Filmmaker from then on

A Director to be specific

Now at some point between the age of 11 and 13

(1979-1981)

I actually started to write a book called

One Knight

(Which I actually started again from scratch in 2011/2012)

And when I showed it to my dad (Who I didn’t live with, but was visiting) he told me I was a Writer

screenplayNow in say, 1995-96, being the person I was with told me they would leave me if I pursued Film Making

I suggested that I instead pursue Screenplay Writing

They would not agree to this either

Fortunately this relationship ended in 1998

And in 1999, I finally attempted to pursue Film Making

“The Realm” (2000)

Now this mainly began with some experimental stuff, like the footage above

Which was basically my brother and I and Action Figures

No Editing

Just rolling the camera with an Effect on that changed the way everything looked

And also helped to hide our hands, Lol

And the music is the Soundtrack from “Conan”

Being played out of a Music Box sitting near by

The reason the music sounds so good is that the Video Camera

Which I believe was a Sony…..

Had a very good Microphone built into it

“If Not Now…” (2002)

And then two years later, My First Short Film, “If Not Now…”

Now with this, there was Editing

But, I filmed it in an hour and a half due to my brothers’ time constraints

So some of it was kind of rough, because there weren’t enough takes to choose from

None the less, I got it into Film and Video Festival in New York

Which changed my life

Even so, after my Dad watched it with me (I invited him to go to New York with me)

He still continued to refer to me as a Writer

At the time, that kind of bothered me

Because I was a Filmmaker

But reflecting, I think there are two reasons for this

I do believe my Dad is actually an unrealized Writer

And thus that is his focus

And, I am in fact a Writer

screenwriting(2003-2005)

In 2002, I also wrote my First Draft of my Screenplay “White Jade”

And a Play called “Stranger In The Dark”

And in 2003, I stepped away from Film Making

And began writing Screenplays

White Jade Cover Book 1(2006)

And in 2006, hired an Artist to convert the first few pages of “White Jade” into a Comic Book

written word(2011-Present)

But it wasn’t until 2011 that I finally decided to give Writing 100% of my focus

With the Creation of “The Written Word” Blog

Where you are now

And for a year and a half, I Wrote like crazy

Blog Series

Dark Rider – Season 1 (2011); The Dark Rider had set out that day to End His Own Life… But he did Not Succeed. Now with only the Company of a Mysterious White Owl, and an Elven Mercenary by the name of Largoth, he seeks out some Deeper Truth… In this First Season of Dark Rider.

Part One – Dark Rider

Part Two – Dark Rider – Return To Bas’adia

Part Three – Dark Rider – Dragon’s Claw Tavern

Part Four – Dark Rider – Corwick’s Wish

Part Five – Dark Rider – Ambush At Fallen Wood

Part Six – Dark Rider – Shores of Evalon

Part Seven – Dark Rider – Scarlet Bandit

Part Eight – Dark Rider – Enter the Drow (Dark Elves)

Part Nine – Dark Rider – Nownyhall

Part X – Dark Rider – Breached Alliance

Part XI – Dark Rider – Hunted

Part XII – Dark Rider – Certain Death

Part XIII – Dark Rider – Rumble at the Village of Mond

Part XIV – Dark Rider – Moving On… Rodomor

Part XV – Dark Rider – Heroes Calling

Part XVI – Dark Rider – Winter Come

Part XVII – Dark Rider – The Northern Realms

Part XVIII – Dark Rider – Fool of Thy Self

Part XIX – Dark Rider – Feeling The Heat

Part XX – Dark Rider – They Struck at Dawn

Part XXI – Dark Rider – Man Down

Dark Rider – Season 2 (2012); The Dark Rider has received a Near Fatal Blow at the Hand of Prouhl, The Dark Warrior of Heen… Will he survive… And if he does, will it be in time to Save His Friends!

Part One – Champion of Wogtay

Part Two – Seasons Change

Tales of The Dark Rider; It’s been two years since the defeat of Lord Embul, at the walls of the Kingdom of Wogtay…

The Dark Rider and his comrades have parted, and each gone their own way… But an enemy of The Dark Rider, has not forgotten him…

PHOTO CREDIT – Dark Assassin

Part One – The Captive

Part Two – Blood Shall Fall

Part Three – Kin

Part Four – It Ends Here

Part Five – Back Into The Dark

Part Six – Vengeance Rising

Part 7 – Dark Intent

Part 8 – Wounded Heart

Part 9 – Retribution

Part X – Head In A Box

Whisper Moon

26 Years of Mental Preparation… But For What… I think I’m About to Find Out

Episode I – In The Dark

Episode II – Flashback

Episode III – Sleep Now

Episode IV – The 27th Year

Episode V – A Man’s Castle? Is His Castle

Episode VI – Sanctuary

Episode VII – Back In Black

Episode VIII – Drug Lord

Episode IX – Decisions

Episode X – The Black Dragon

Episode XI – Snuffed Out

Episode XII – Quiet Times

Episode XIII – Calm Before The Storm

Episode XIV – Loyalty

Episode XV – One Step Back

Episode XVI – Changes

Episode XVII – Debt

Episode XVII – Oh No You Didn’t

The Mind Chronicles – Season 2;

The Mind has begun Taking Down the Mutant Population on his own, with the Humanitarians Close on his Heels… And the World Police Legions are doing their best to Change His Mind… Yeah Right, like that’s going to happen.

The Mind Chronicles – Season 2 – Volume One – Feed Thy Enemies

The Mind Chronicles – Season 2 – Volume Two – The 4th Breed

The Mind Chronicles – Season 2 – Volume Three – Exile (Part 1)

The Mind Chronicles – Season 2 – Volume Four – Exile (Part 2)

The Mind Chronicles – Season 2 – Volume Five – Mutant Siege

The Mind Chronicles – Season 2 – Volume Six – Population Decrease

The Mind Chronicles – Season 1;

The Year is 2075… There are but some 200,000 People left alive on Post Apocalyptic Earth, after the “Great Collision” of 2039…

And some 500,000 or more Mutants…

A Mysterious Man known only as “The Mind” has arrived in a Mechanical Machine, in a Flash of Light…

No one knows from where he’s come… But the real question is, From “When” He’s Come…

In Season One of The Mind Chronicles.

The Mind – Prologue

The Mind Chronicles – Volume One – The Mercenary

The Mind Chronicles – Volume Two – Nothing Stays The Same

The Mind Chronicles – Volume ThreeOld Blue Eyes

The Mind Chronicles – Volume FourRun

The Mind Chronicles – Volume FiveThe Greater Need

The Mind Chronicles – Volume SixFarahi

The Mind Chronicles – Volume Seven – Visitors

The Mind Chronicles – Volume Eight – Chillen With The Mind

The Mind Chronicles – Volume Nine – Onset

The Mind Chronicles – Volume Ten – Target Practice

PICTURE CREDITFantasy Blue Eye Glow

POETRY

2013

ill Conceived – (Nov-Dec, 2013)

Lights – (Nov-Dec, 2013)

Hope – Volume Thirteen (May-Nov, 2013)

Nine – Volume Twelve (March-April, 2013)

Beyond Truth – Volume Eleven (January-February, 2013)

2012

Breathe Deep – Volume Ten (November-December, 2012)

Tranquil Light – Volume Nine (September-November, 2012)

Darkness – Volume Eight (July-September, 2012)

Bereavement – Volume Seven (June-July, 2012)

ShadowsVolume Six (May-June, 2012)

Taken Heart – Volume Five (March-May, 2012)

Tales of Old – Volume Four (March-Present, 2012)

Rain Shall Shine (Capture the Night) – Volume Three (Jan-March, 2012)

2011 

Winter, Lust, And Wonder – Volume One (Sep-Oct, 2011)

Dream Shift – Volume Two (Oct-Dec, 2011)

idoAnd My Novella, “I Died Once

(Self-Published 2012)

A Font with SerifsFantasy Novel “Chess With Agatha”

(Written 2011-2012 Currently Being Rewritten)

vj-g-31 2And Vampire Novella “Allure”

(Written In 2012, Currently Awaiting Editing)

Mady's Storm2And Current Kickstarter Novella “Mady’s Storm”

(Written At The End Of 2012, And Awaiting Editing)

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Some of you may know some of what I showed, and some may not

But I am in a very interesting spot right now

Determining What’s Next For Me

I Want To Edit And Self Publish My Written Books

But What’s Next?

Do I Focus On Material That I’ve Already Written

Like Marketing My Screenplay “White Jade”

Or Do I Work On Whole New Projects?

I Know That I Am Happy With What I’ve Written So Far

And Though I Had To Step Away From Film Making

I Am Happy With My Short Film “If Not Now…”

This Year Feels Very Different For Me

And I Don’t Have A Definite Answer

But Hopefully All Of You Will Continue

To Join Me On My Journey

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PICTURE CREDIT – Wind Up

“I Died Once” Book Trailer August, 2012

“White Jade” (Part 1) Comic Book Video October, 2012

“White Jade” (Part 2) Comic Book Video October, 2012

“Chess With Agatha” Book Trailer November, 2012

“Captain Fire 197” Blog Series Promo Video March, 2014

One Knight (Chapter XIII) – Consorting With Dragons

Posted in Dragons, Fantasy Novel, Knights, One Knight with tags on January 28, 2015 by darkjade68

THIS IS THE LAST PART OF THE STORY THAT I WROTE, BACK IN 2011… I HOPE YOU’VE ENJOYED IT, AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK… IT IS, PERHAPS, SOMETHING I WILL CONTINUE WITH AT SOME POINT

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One Knight (Chapter XIII) – Consorting With Dragons

ONE NIGHT

a Novel

by DarkJade (Written In 2011/Unedited)

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter 2.5

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter VII

Chapter 7.5

Chapter VIII

Chapter IX

Chapter X

Chapter 10.5

Chapter XI

Chapter XII

CHAPTER XIII – Consorting with Dragon

Deep in the High Peaks of Hyrand… Within the Darkness of a Great Cave… A Dragon speaks.

“Where is my Mother…” the voice echoes and rumbles the very cave walls.

Also standing within the darkness, but holding a dark blue lantern of light, is Baron Braug’s Sorcerer Onddos… Some ten feet behind him is Baron Braug.

“You are all that remains of the Dragon Kind Tor’Hum…” Onddos imparts, his voice shaking slightly.

“ARROGANT HUMAN!! HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS??!!” Tor’Hum shakes the walls even further with his harrowing voice.

Onddos grows exceedingly pale, as his knees begin to quiver.

Tor’Hum then calms once more “To what was her end…” he inquires.

Onddos looks back at Lord Braug who is pensively watching, then back at Tor’Hum.

“Well… We don’t exactly… know” Onddos timidly admits.

“IGNORANT FOOL!!!” Tor’Hum’s temper rises once more “YOU DARE SUMMON ME TO STRIKE DOWN THE LEADER OF THE HUMANS, AND YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW IF I AM THE LAST DRAGON ALIVE!!!” with this a giant claw stretches into the blue light, and snatches up Onddos…

“AHHH!!! PLEASE!!! NO!!!” Onddos calls out as Tor’Hum’s breath heats the sorcerer’s body, and his great yellow eyes can be seen through the dark.

With this Baron Braug steps forward, picking up the blue magical lantern.

“Well that’s just it Tor’Hum… Isn’t it” he speaks excessively calmly. “Your kind has been gone so long, we know nothing beyond the Myths our ancestors have left us behind.

Tor’Hum calms again, and sets the Sorcerer down. “And what of the Wizard Heirs of Warnlock” Tor’Hum demands.

“There are two left… My Lord…” Oddos speaks. “And there is a great feud between them… In fact, none have laid eyes on the 2nd Heir, The Wizard Exx, for well over one hundred years… One hardly knows if he still exists” he finishes.

“He exists…” Tor’Hum simply states. “And what of the 1st Heir…” he inquires.

“His name is Adon….” Lord Braug offers. “And he’s not likely to interfere… He has come to loath the human kind, even more than you I dare say…” Lord Braug finishes.

“You must be sure… If the Two Heirs of Warnlock were to come together–” Tor’Hum speaks, but is interrupted.

“This shall not be so” Onddos assures Tor’Hum.

“Just in case… Bring Adon to me” Tor’Hum says as he begins to prepare to sleep.

“Uhh, this may be a difficult task My Lord–” Onddos tries to explain, but Tor’Hum speaks over him.

“Do it Onddos…” Tor’Hum insists.

Onddos bows slightly “As you command My Lord…” Onddos replies, and then turns and leaves with Baron Braug.

PICTURE CREDIT – Dragon

One Knight (Chapter XII) – Seek The Gold

Posted in Fantasy Novel, Knights, One Knight with tags on January 27, 2015 by darkjade68

One Knight (Chapter XII) – Seek The Gold

ONE KNIGHT

a Novel

by DarkJade (Written 2011/Unedited)

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter 2.5

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter VII

Chapter 7.5

Chapter VIII

Chapter IX

Chapter X

Chapter 10.5

Chapter XI

CHAPTER XII – Seek The Gold

MAELEM

Lord Braug’s Sons, Viden and Wiley, sit upon their great white horses, awaiting a report from their Head Sargent Milcoy.

Some One Hundred Knights accompany them.

Milcoy finally appears from within the remains of King Maelem’s Castle with six other knights accompanying him.

He kneels before them.

“It’s not here my Lord” he says as he breaks into a sweat.

“What do you mean… Not here” Viden responds ferociously.

“Just that My Lord… The Survivors must have taken it with them…”.

Just then another knight approaches “My Lords, we’ve found tracks of some fifty horses, as well as some twenty wagons, heading west” the knight informs them.

“Father will not be pleased about this “Wiley speaks to Viden.

“It looks as though the survivors of Maelem have headed west, and taken the King’s Treasury with them…” Viden replies.

“Indeed” agrees Wiley.

“Sargent Milcoy, take these 6 knights, and deliver a message to our Father Lord Braug…” Viden orders.

“Tell him that we’re thoroughly inspecting the remains of Maelem’s Castle, though Tor’Hum doesn’t appear to have left much….

“Aye My Lord” Sargent Milcoy heads to his horse, along with the other 6 knights.

“Meanwhile, we shall take our army west and track down the survivors…” Viden says to Wiley. “After all, where exactly do they plan on going… We’ve already paid off the surrounding Lords…”.

“We shall hunt them down, and collect Maelem’s Treasures!!” Wiley says enthusiastically as he kicks his horse onto its back two legs in demonstration of his over confidence.

NAYYY!!! it whinnies.

“This is not something that we need a “Dragon” in order to achieve…” Viden replies.

“LET US BE OFF!! Viden yells, and Lord Braug’s army departs.

THE PROVINCE OF PRASKE

TANNANHALL KEEP

Jade paces back and forth in her bedroom, when Natum, Captain of Tannanhall’s Guard, comes to her door.

KNOCK! KNOCK!.

“Enter!” Jade replies.

In comes Natum “My Lady” he bows.

“Come in Natum…” she replies, and steps towards the bedroom window, then faces Natum, whose now entered.

“With King Maelem dead, Tyrion is in great danger… After all, he was the one that lead King Maelem’s Armies during the last 15 years, and now he’s out there with but four men to protect him…” she explains, trying not to sound like she’s panicking.

“Do you understand Natum?” she questions him with obvious intent.

“I do indeed My Lady… Would you prefer Myself, or Ingum, to lead some of our Cavalry to aid, and/or protect him?” Natum inquires.

“I would lead them myself, but seeing as Tyrion appointed me to build his Home Guard, I must not let him down” she replies.

“Ingum has just arrived, so–” Jade is interrupted before she can finish, as Ingum suddenly appears in the doorway.

“I shall go My Lady… Tis my sworn duty to protect the Ruler of these Lands… As my Ancestors have done before me… And now that King Maelem is dead, that leaves Tyrion as our Natural Born Leader… Whether he claims that position, is yet to be seen… But until we have another, I swear my life, and my sword, to him”.

This appears to put Jade at a bit of ease.

“Thank you Ingum…”.

He bows a bit “I shall take the remaining Maelem Guard and retrieve, and/or aid and protect our now New Found Leader…” he bows, and leaves.

Jade than turns to Natum “Come Natum… We have much work ahead of us, and many more counting on our protection…” the two of them leave the room.

PICTURE CREDIT – Treasure

One Knight (Chapter XI) – Adon

Posted in Fantasy Novel, Knights, One Knight with tags , on January 25, 2015 by darkjade68

One Knight (Chapter XI) – Adon

ONE KNIGHT

a Novel

by DarkJade (Written 2011/Unedited)

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter 2.5

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter VII

Chapter 7.5

Chapter VIII

Chapter IX

Chapter X

Chapter 10.5

CHAPTER XI – Adon

LUNIC MOUNTAINS

REALM OF MAGIC

Tyrion, Ahnug, Kon and his two Maelem Archers follow the three Sorcerer’s on horseback further up The Realm of Magic Pass.

Rarely has a common Mortal stepped upon these sacred peaks.

“So these three Sorcerers are Wizards of Paren?” Kon questions Tyrion.

“They’d better be…” Ahnug interjects.

“I’m afraid I know as much as you do Kon… I only hope they can take us to the Heirs of Warnlock, or I fear the worst… For we have no means of battling a Dragon…”.

At last they reach what looks to be some sort of Temple made of Solid Black Stone.

The Three Sorcerers dismount, and stand off to the right of what appears to be a stairway entrance, leading downward.

With this, the three sorcerers pull down their hoods revealing the black haired leader, another male, this one white haired, and a third female, whose hair almost appears to be a burgundy red.

Their eyes are no longer glowing white, which seems to put Kon at ease a bit.

“Lets do this” Ahnug starts to step forward, but Tyrion places his arm across his chest, stopping him.

“No… I go alone” Tyrion then steps forward, and makes his way down the stairs.

The stairs seem to go down about three floors before he reaches what appears to be some sort of room of prayer.

Floating in the air, sitting Indian style, eyes closed, is an older looking, white haired Mage… Adon.

Without opening his eyes, Adon speaks “You bare the Crystal of Orph…”.

With this Tyrion reaches in his shirt, and pulls out the blue crystal “Orph?”.

Adon opens his eyes, which appear to be an unearthly blue green… He then comes out of his levitative state, and stands.

“Indeed…” Adon replies, as he pours himself some sort of dark liquid, and brings Tyrion a cup of water.

“Drink…” he says as he hands the cup to Tyrion.

Tyrion drinks “Thank you” and hands him back the cup.

Suddenly the cup refills with water by itself “You need more than that, you’ve had a long journey”.

Tyrion startled, complies, and drinks.

“You can not defeat Tor’Hum…” Adon says as he returns to his levitative state.

Tyrion is surprised to hear him say this “That is why we’ve come to you? Can you not help us?”.

“No… I can not” Adon bluntly replies.

Tyrion is speechless. “Well, I can not merely sit back and watch this Dragon destroy all that King Maelem and I have achieved… Never has there been a peace like this… And I–” Tyrion is interrupted before he can finish.

“You are arrogant! Boy…”. “Never been a peace like thisI’ve known times on this Realm of such serenity that you could never hope to know… No, you, and your kind, are not capable of such a thing as “True Peace” and “Harmony” Adon snaps at him..

“Your Race has a Restless Spirit… Unquenchable… Never satisfied… No… You have no idea of the extent of Loss this Realm has experienced at the hands of… Mortals”.

“Are you not an Heir of Warnlock?? Was it not your kind that slayed the many Heirs of Shadowmyth at Ardent’s Stowe…” Tyrion demanded.

“With this Adon opened his eyes… “We are done here… Show yourself out… Knight”.

PICTURE CREDIT – Mage Concept

One Knight (Chapter 10.5) – Refuge And Light

Posted in Fantasy Novel, Knights, One Knight with tags on January 24, 2015 by darkjade68

One Knight (Chapter 10.5) – Refuge and Light

ONE KNIGHT

A Novel

by DarkJade (Written 2011/Unedited)

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter 2.5

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter VII

Chapter 7.5

Chapter VIII

Chapter IX

Chapter X

CHAPTER X (Part Two); Refuge and Light

TANANHALL KEEP

Just over four days after departing Maelem, Ingum and the rest of the Maelem Survivors arive at Tannanhall Keep.

Some two to three hundred in all.

Amongst them some two dozen Maelem Guard, and eight Maelem Royal Guard, Lead by Ingum.

Jade wearing a Dark Blue Crushed Velvet Dress, walks straight to Ingum, in utter confusion and disbelief at what appears to be a large group of Maelem Citizens and Guard.

“Ingum!?… What has happened here !?!” she desperately inquires.

“My Lady… I am honored that you know my name…” he bows to Jade.

“Of course? you are our King’s Protector and Captain of the Maelem Royal Guard…” she quickly replied.

“Was My Lady… The King has been slain… This is all that remains of Maelem…”.

LUNIC MOUNTAINS

Tyrion, Ahnug, Kon and his two men are surrounded by a cold, wicked black ice storm, making visibility very difficult.

“WE’D BEST TAKE COVER MY LORD!!” Ahnug calls to Tyrion.

“THIS STORM MIGHT LAST FOR SEVERAL DAYS!! WE BEST PRESS ON!!” Tyrion replies, to Ahnug’s dismay.

Some six hours later, they finally see an unearthly light up ahead. Mist Green in color.

“THERE!!” Kon calls out, and points ahead. Tyrion nods.

“DRAW YOUR WEAPONS!!” Tyrion yells.

“SHHIINNGG!!” Tyrion draws his sabre, Ahnug his great two handed mace, and Kon and his Archers draw there bows.

As they get close, the dark ice storm all around them, they can hardly believe what they see.

It appears to be a Well, in the middle of a twenty foot in diameter patch of grass… All under some sort of Mist Green Light, like a dome, untouched by the storm.

“IT’S A TRAP!!” hollers Kon.

“WE HAVE NO CHOICE!!” Ahnug responds with demanding vigor.

“TAKE MY ARCHERS!! I’LL STAY BACK WITH TYRION!!” Kon counters.

Ahnug nods, and looks at Tyrion who nods his approval.

Kon then taps his Archers shoulders, and points to follow Ahnug.

And so they do.

As Ahnug and the archers enter the perimeter, they are staggered by this mist green dome of light, that sits unscathed from the storm. In fact, it’s almost serine.

“Magic…” one of the archers says under his breath, no longer needing to yell, as the green dome of light also seems to block out much of the sound from the surrounding storm.

“Yeah, well, check that Well… We need water” Ahnug orders.

One of the archers steps forward, his bow drawn, leans over the Well, and looks down into it.

He then looks back at Ahnug “Looks like there’s water down there–” suddenly he’s cut off as a harrowing voice comes from the other side of the dome, from out in the storm.

“HOW DARE YOU ENTER THIS SACRED SHELTER OF LIGHT!! YOU ARE NOT WELCOMED HERE…” it warns.

Ahnug jestures for the archer to come back.

“WE MEAN NO DISRESPECT!!” WE ONLY WISH TO PASS!!” Ahnug yells back.

There is a silence, and then three lean, white hooded and robed figures step into the light.

“What the hell?” Ahnug speaks under his breath.

The hoods cover the faces of the figures, and each of their hands are palm to palm, almost as if they are praying.

Suddnely the middle one pulls down his hood, revealing a long, black haired humanoid, whose eyes are filled with a glowing white light.

“Why have you mortals entered the sacred Lunic Mountains, Realm of Magic…” the Being spoke in almost an unearthly whisper.

“If you can tell me your names, then maybe I can tell you… We’re looking for–” but before he can finish, the dark haired one speaks…

“So be it…” suddenly the two other figures lift there outside arms and mumble some words, and Ahnug and the two archers are suddenly captured in spheres of Dark Emerald Light, and lifted ten feet off the ground, unable to escape.

“WHAT THE!! RELEASE US!!” Ahnug demands to no avail.

Tyrion and Kon see it as it happens “THAT’S IT!!” Kon yells as he runs towards the dome, unleashing arrow, after arrow, after arrow at the emerald spheres, in hopes of bursting them…

But he is not successful, as the arrows deflect off and out of the dome.

Just as Kon comes into the light, and the black haired figure raises his arm to capture him, Tyrion jumps in front of Kon and throws up his arms “No!! Wait!!”.

With this a Blue Light flares from Tyrions chest, and the dark haired caster is blown back into the darkness of the storm “ARGHHH!!”.

Suddenly, the others are realeased from their spheres, and fall to the ground “UMMPH!!”.

“What the?” Kon speaks. “What was that!?”.

Tyrion reaches underneath his shirt, pulls out and reveals the blue crystal necklace he’d been given from King Maelem.

“This?” Tyrion replies in disbelief.