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Excerpt from: Realms of Edenocht

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Realms of Edenocht: A Young Adult Fantasy Action Adventure Novel by [Johnson, DS]Bright white flashes burst from their fingertips. A deafening crack snapped as hues of electric blue shot across the rotunda, break-ing 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.
Shaz has been prepared his whole life to complete the prophesy; 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…?

Excerpt:

“Queen Ambrosia, what do you want us to do?” Aarin asked.”We wait until the Commission gets here.”

Queen Ambrosia’s soul was hollow as she gazed down from her sixty-level skyscraper. Her beloved Srinna Vossa was under attack and she knew her time was limited. The peaks of the circling spires that surrounded the main building barely passed her flat. The three moons reflected brilliant strings of haze and illuminated the night. Srinna Vossa was a group of islands that floated on the Teorran Belt, raw magic that sprung into the sky like a fountain.

“Our magic defenses are about to give way. If the Velsharoon get in, it will be all over.” Aarin said, his expression pained and wounded.

“They will have to hold. We can’t let them get into the city.”

“Do you not care? Your people will die, all of them. The Velsharoon have the comet at their disposal. Never in history has anything been able to break our defenses.”

Queen Ambrosia turned on her heel and shot him a penetrating glare. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying.

“Do not proceed to lecture me on caring for my people. I will lay down my life for them. I will take the scrolls of the most importance with me to my death. How dare you accuse me?”

Her small slender frame shook with fury, her knuckles clenched white at her sides. The pressures she held as Queen of the most powerful city on Edenocht nearly overcame her.

Aarin stood at attention. His face shadowed from a lack of sleep. “I’m sorr-”

“You are not permitted to speak.”

She threw her hand across her body in a downward strike. Her cheeks burned dark pink. Her long, pale blue robe blew slightly in the wind that came in from the open balcony. Queen Ambrosia paced the floor. Her soft slipper shoes kicked her gown into a rhythmic billowing pattern.

“How dare he.” she said barely audible, her breath almost steaming.

The tightness in Aarin’s chest seized his every whit and his knees weakened. The sweat crested his shoulder length brown hair. He feared he was about to be sent to his death for questioning her. A brisk wind flashed through the room. A flicker of light cast a shadow as a forest green wyvern landed on the balcony. The rider dismounted and tossed the reins over its neck. The wyvern pulled in her massive wings tightly to her side and pawed the smooth surface. The rider pulled off the black leather riding gloves and slipped them under his belt. His chain armor under his obsidian body armor clinked as he moved quickly toward the queen. His square and handsome face framed his deep green eyes. Tears escaped as she nearly ran into his arms.

“Jerim, what are we going to do?” she asked.

She buried her tear stained cheeks into the crease of his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tigh.

“I’m here now, the commission is dispatching troops, and the Rangers are here. I’ve stationed six battalions at each corner of the island and more on the smaller islands. Medrith and I will take you and Serin to safety.”

“No, I must stay here.” she said swallowing the lump still in her throat.

“But Ambrosia.” Jerim objected.

He pulled back from her and rested his warm hands on her bare shoulders. The cool of her skin felt good under the heat of his.

“No, you must take Serin to the Wyvern realm where she will be safe.” The queen wiped her eyes with a handkerchief. “You must promise me you will take care of her. Promise.” she demanded.

The depth of a mother’s love was nothing to be trifled with. Realization overcame his mind and his worst fear was now coming true. He was going to lose her forever. All he could do was nod.

“I will.” he whispered.

“Good, then I will send for the inner circle to secure the scrolls.” Queen Ambrosia said firmly. “Aarin, send for the mages.”

“Yes, your highness.” he said.

“Oh and Aarin,” The hairs on the back of his neck stood as the chills ran down his spine. “I’m sorry for losing my temper.”

Aarin nodded and then left the room quickly. She bit her lip to keep it from quivering and wrung her hands within each other.

“Your adviser? You gave him the ‘What For’?” Jerim asked with a smirk. She nodded, her glassy eyes wondered around the room uncomfortably. “Now tell me what happened?”

He moved to the long meeting table. He pulled out a soft velvet tall-back chair and motioned for her to sit. She sat down eloquently resting her intertwined fingers in her lap. She began to explain that the day had started out quiet and non-eventful. But by mid-morning the alarms had sounded. Gavin Rhill’s air ships had surrounded the horizon of their floating sanctuary. The Velsharoon began an attack on the magical barriers around the city.

“Wait, you said they arrived mid-morning, and the shield dropped fifty percent power by early afternoon? Why did you wait so long to notify me?” he asked.

Her eyes widened as the realization stabbed at her heart.

“I thought the mages could handle it.” she said embarrassed.

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

“Go on.” he said.

He sat back in his chair with his arms crossed. His brows scrunched together in the middle of his face in full thought as she recited the rest of the events.

“They haven’t broken through yet and now that you’re here everything will be fine.” Queen Ambrosia said and returned to the open arched doorway of the balcony.

The soft flowing pale blue drapes danced in the night breeze.

“I must tend to the ranks. I will return soon.”

Jerim scooted his chair out and placed it back under the table.

Ambrosia grabbed his hand.

“Be careful, you made a promise to me.” She said softly.

Her eyes locked onto his and held his gaze for a moment.

“I will my love.” he said.

He pulled his gloves out of his belt and slipped them on his hands. The wyvern lowered her body to the ground. He grabbed the reins as Ambrosia flicked her fingers sending a tuft of air to boost him up. He swung his leg over the great beasts back and gripped the reins. Wyverns, once they had melded to a rider, could understand their feelings, emotions and thoughts. The deep green colors of the Forest Wyvern glinted in the glows of the night. She stretched out her wings and shoved off with her thick hind legs. Soaring through the sky, they met the captain of the Air Wyverns on the southern edge of the island.

“How is the Queen?” Eliot asked.

“Holding up.” Jerim said. He searched the night sky. “Where we at?”

Jerim rested one hand over the other on the horn of his saddle. The chinking of metal straps and belts the wyverns wore, clashed against the night breeze.

“Sixty air ships with at least a thousand men each. The scouts have just returned and there are three more fleets making good time from the north. There are four more fleets coming from the south.” Eliot said, shifting his metal helmet.

“Let’s take this battle away from the city. Send your fleet south and Oscar’s north.” Jerim said.

“Sir, when are the Earth Wyverns coming?” Eliot asked.

“I’m not sure they are.”

“Why not?”

“Torn bridges I guess, now let’s go.” Jerim said.

Elliot swooped toward his command and waved. Hundreds of crystal white Wyvern’s leapt into the sky. The sheer size of these magnificent creatures was breathtaking. Even more so as their scales reflected and shimmered in the twinkling of the lights. Medrith leapt into the sky and swooped in the opposite direction. She flew over the islands lush green jungle. Homes and buildings lived in and under the protection of the jungle floor, along with the glorious white stone of the city walls. Evenly spaced spires stood around the edges of the island. Each one was several hundred feet tall and held a large crystal. These crystals harnessed the magic that held up the cities force fields.

“Take down these air ships.” Jerim said as he hovered over the leader of the dark blue Water Wyverns.

“Yes Sir.” Greston grunted.

A sea of blue took to the sky, dividing into groups and swarmed the airships. They pulled the elements of water and began flooding the ships. Plumes of steam filled the night sky as the Velsharoon blocked with counter spells, sending fire to evaporate the water. The water wyverns however were stronger and one by one the ships began to sink. There were so many however, that when one ship fell, another took its place. Jerim flew back toward the city center making his way to the Fire Wyverns. The deep red and charcoal black Wyverns waited near the city’s main port. Medrith’s sharp claws gripped the tree tops as she landed.

“What are your orders?” Ada asked.

Long copper red hair flowed off the back of her head. Her oval face delicately pointed was garnished with a dusting of ginger freckles on her high cheeks.

“Keep your forces here on Srinna Vossa.”

Ada nodded then shot into the sky. Her platoon had more experience in battle and riding, but found it hard to keep up with her ferocity. She had more to prove than just being able to lead her people. Gavin Rhill murdered her father trying to find the scroll and she was just plain pissed.

Medrith released the branches and the tree tops flicked back and forth. Before Jerim could make it more than a hundred yards, a deafening crack scorched the night sky, leaving a scar of brilliant birthstone light. Shattered crystals tumble to the ground, breaking the barrier into the city. A flood of red robed Velsharoon rushed the main port. Medrith stopped dead in her tracks, rolled her head, flipped upside down and barreled back toward the open gate. When Jerim reached the north side of the island, he saw Ada’s forces engaged with the oncoming attackers.

Shrieks of agony cried out as massive blasts of fire billowed from the guts of the fire wyverns. The sky lit up as though it were noonday as everything nearby melted and withered. Another deafening crack reverberated across the sky as another crystal shattered. Small bursts of icy white lighting strikes tangled with bursts of bright blood red, sprinkled the horizon. Jerim tried to deny the pulsing knot growing in his stomach. A small ball of flaming gas appeared to grow a little bigger.

“The comet of Sariandi, the Goddess of Destruction,” Medrith said.

“I guess it’s true then.”

“The Commission is here on the east shores.” Medrith said.

Medrith stretched out her long neck. Jerim laid closely to her as she beat her wings toward the east shore. When they reached the shore they descended like a falling stone. Medrith pulled up at the last second and set down without even a thud. Jerim dismounted and ran through the sand and waited as the enormous air ships slipped up onto the fading sand. Half lowered planks plunged into the soft moist grit upon reaching the shore. Trendell, the leader of the armed forces from Akraven scaled the long plank.

“Jerim, what are the damages?”

“We have lost two of the towers.” Jerim said. He gripped the short stalky brute of a man tightly at the forearm. “We need to evacuate the city and secure the inner buildings.”

The clanking and banging of swords, spears and armor overpowered the distant sounds of agony. Hordes of men in rows of fours rushed from the ship’s cargo bays. The shores filled with men standing at attention awaiting orders.

“Yes Sir.” Trendell said.

He banged his hand against his chest. Turned, leading with his head, and briskly reached the front line. The Commission was divided into ranks of archers, spear and swords men and elemental mages. Trendell shouted out the orders. With an enormous shout, the Commission broke up, each group making their way to their destinations.

“Jerim, we saw a battle already in action. Why are we just now evacuating the city? Shouldn’t we have done that sooner?”

“I know you’re a by-the-book kind of guy, but this one is nothing the books have ever talked about.”

“What do you mean by that?” Trendell asked.

“The Sariandi Comet is upon us.”

Trendell’s head lowered.

“Well then we fight to the death.”

“With honor, brother.” Jerim said proudly.

“With honor.” Trendell repeated as he gripped Jerim’s forearm.

Trendell joined his men in the barrage of oncoming Velsharoon. Ada moved to the sky as the Commission took over the land battle. She turned her attention to the oncoming airships and joined her second battalion. A group of Velsharoon yelped as large vines wrapped around their bodies and swallowed them into the ground. Jerim had commanded the foliage around the inner buildings to devour the Velsharoon. The suns first rays broke through dancing on the heavy smoke that filled the sky. Bursts of flames erupted here and there around the island as rain and wind storms chased fiery lighting strikes.

Sections of brilliant white stone walls on the outer perimeter now sat in rubble. Storms of arrows went buzzing and fizzing through the sky. Metal boots slogged through the slippery sludge of fallen comrades. Swords swooshed and clanked as they met other swords. The further the comet came the stronger the Velsharoon became, making it harder for the Commission. Chaos and confusion surged through the city. A sea of red cloaks engulfed every road and alleyway, throwing magic and swinging swords at everything that moved. The white stone was now stained red and smeared with black shadows of what used to be men.

“Fall back and send a squad to the city center. Set up blockades.” Trendell called.

Through the clouds that hung over the island, Trendell saw the comet barreling toward them with a shield of fiery damnation. His heart sank into his stomach and a tightening in his chest nearly took the breath from him. He swooped his sword upward and blocked a dart of lightening aimed directly at his chest.

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