Saturday, 25 January 2014

The Gaean Prophecies: Admetus Gaea (Jan 25)

When their world calls for a saviour to come forth--they don't always get what they ask for. Instead they get someone better, who happens to save the world along the way. They get Grayson Gellespie--defender of Admetus Gaea.

Jarkebb Arindad: The banished son of Lord Jondalar Arindad, ruler of the Elven-kind, was sent to find the saviour foretold by the prophecies. He came back with his foster brother and best friend--Grayson.

Grayson Gellespie: Just a man who finds himself thrust into the role as the saviour of a world he believed was nothing but an imaginative story. What does he do when he finds out it's all real? How will he find the way to save them all?

Bailin Greer: Warrior of the Deepwoods Faerie, Bailin is tasked by the Lady to be the saviour's eyes behind enemy lines. What happens when the bad guy isn't the enemy?

Alone they'll fail. Together, their combined forces will have the power to forever change the world in which they live Three stories woven together to tell the beginning of the Gaean Prophecies. Apart from saving the world, our heroes have to fight for the right to be with their bond mates along the way.

CONTENT ADVISORY: As a serial novel, this story has a "to be continued" ending. Stay tuned for further adventures in BROKEN SERENITY, coming soon!


The end

Grayson knew he wasn't born of this world because he could still remember his past, yet he knew with every fibre of his being that he belonged here. The world he now found himself in, and these creatures that lived here, were in his blood. At first he hadn't understood where he was, or how he'd gotten here--or if 'here' was even real. He thought maybe everything he was experiencing was the symptom of some coma-induced dream, filled with the silent stories that his foster brother, Jarkebb, used to tell him. In the end, Grayson found it didn't matter anymore. Here, all those characters he'd always loved and hated so much were now more than just a figment of his overactive imagination.
Here--they were real!
Grayson looked down at his wounded companion, "Let me tell you a story." Closing his eyes, he stroked the long red hair as his friend's head lay in Grayson's lap. It was matted with blood. Grayson didn't know if it was theirs or one of their enemies--and didn't care. Grayson let his mind drift back to the day he woke up and found that he no longer existed. He concentrated hard on the events that occurred just before his life had changed forever. He could almost taste the smoothness of the Baileys on the rocks, could almost feel the warmth that flowed through him as Jarkebb wrapped his arms around him in an excited hug. A smile touched his mouth as he recalled his other life. He didn't want to have to think about the sound of the feet that were marching towards them, knowing that today might very well be the day that they all died.
And so his story began.

* * * *

The beginning

Lord Jondalar Arindad's body prickled with apprehension as he watched the wizard walk toward the Sigale. Even now it filled him with a sense of awe that the gateway still stood proud and tall in the pale moonlight. The sense he got was as if the Sigale knew its very reason for being was for tonight and tonight alone. No one knew for certain just how long the sacred gates had existed. Some say the gates had been this way since the dawn of time. Others say they were a gift from the Great Dragons that had once freely roamed over the skies of Gaea. No one could know for certain until the Great Dragons wished to reveal themselves once more--not like that was ever likely to happen. In all the searches that had been made for their hidden lair, no one had come close to locating the creatures.

The ancient prophecies foretold a stranger who would come as a gift from the Goddess herself. With his arrival, a great change would begin. This change would awaken the Great Ones, and unite all Gaeans as one. Over a thousand generations had come and gone since the last Great Dragon had been sighted.

A thousand generations, during which Gaea had fallen into war and darkness.

A thousand generations in which despair had run rampant until all hope was lost.

The Sigales were created for something. They were meant to change the way of things, yet in recent history this particular gate had been used only twice. Once to send away someone who was banished, and now tonight it was being used to bring that same someone home.

War was coming.

Jarkebb Arindad had been in banishment for the past fifteen years. Now with the great unrest happening between the continents, he was needed home again. His return would bring forth the stranger destined by the Goddess.

The wizard stood before the Sigale. Turning slightly, the wizard looked directly into his eyes to confirm all was in readiness to begin. At the slight inclination of his head, the magic man turned once more to face the Sigale. His whole being seemed focussed upon the incantation he was about to perform. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply of the crisp night air, he watched as the wizard raised his arms towards the heavens and began.

"Ky del aeel ja emryss (I call upon the eye of the world,)
Tam liena na hale ghen (Where creation did begin.)
Ky del aeel fom Belda Gaea (I call upon our Mother Earth,)
Da gil sha sutrhun ralta" (To promise her power within.)

As the wind picking up in velocity, Jondalar's hair whipped about his face as he stared at the wizard's fingers lightly tracing over the intricate patterns upon the surface of the Sigale. The gateway was once more coming alive under his caress. Soon... soon the sacred gate would be fully open between the worlds and his son would be able to return home where he belonged. Jondalar stood and watched, just to make sure the fool wizard was doing everything right. He didn't want to come so close, only to have it ripped away from him.

"Ky del aeel ja Dragon essane (I call upon the dragon's breath,)
Da Dias ja Sigale se frie (To open the gates of time.)
Ky del aeel ja dos nodine (I call upon the four winds,)
Jaey sutrhun da mietscra (Their powers to entwine.)
Ky del aeel ja dye fen sutan (I call upon the sun's own strength,)
Da raden ja janadrae hi (To light the traveller's way.)
Ky del aeel ja santarn dho (I call upon the rainbow's end,)
Tam Gaeae sutan anahol li" (Where Earth's strength does lie.)

The power in the air surrounding them began pulsating like the beating of a heart. The wind's intensity grew stronger, wailing in unison with the sound of the wizard's voice. Jondalar felt as if the very earth itself was rising up to wrap itself lovingly and protectively around his body, their presence responding to the ancient language in which the other man spoke.
As the Wizard Kynnan chanted, Jondalar's thoughts drifted to the beautiful face of the young man who had filled his dreams with nightmares for centuries. These nightmares had vanished with the banishment of his son. Jondalar hoped that his actions tonight would not bring them back once more. For fifteen years, he'd both longed for and dreaded this night because--while his son had been banished--so had the dreams. This wizard had better know what he was doing and not screw things up like the last one had.

"Ky del aeel loscae chenadae roden (I call upon the star's true light,)
Da jahen ja janadrae erros (To bring the travellers near.)
Ky del aeel ja winane bien trel (I call upon the first moonbeam,)
Grietan ralta ja Dragon deoc" (Trapped within a dragon's tear.)

Lightning tore across the darkened sky and thunder echoed through the nearby mountains. Both men could barely keep their bodies upright as the wizard fought to finish the incantation.

"Ky del aeel ja ranae se frie (I call upon the royals of time,)
Da Dias ja Sigale rya winon" (To open the gates as one.)

The wind buffeted around Jondalar's body as he desperately tried to hold onto his footing. The elements felt as though they were both helping and hindering all at the same time. None of that mattered. The only thing that did was the return of his son.
Jarkebb would be here soon.

"Ky del aeel liena gael (I call upon creation's hand,)
Da envay sha baha rhal" (To lead her lost souls home.)

The darkness exploded momentarily into daylight as the full force of the incantation was released around them. The sacred gate now stood aglow. As if by magic, the midday sun had come to replace it. The imagery was there for but a moment before everything imploded into utter chaos.

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