In
ancient times on earth, there lived a race called Dragonors.
Following in a tradition to gain status and recognition in the
village, those able would compete in rigorous games of cunning and
abilities. Tournaments culminated into a weapon battle to the death
or submission while riding a dragon; at its end, the winner was given
status within the village.
In
this event, a blacksmith named Luken intended to win and gain the
regard necessary to ask for Talulah's hand in marriage from her
father Ephenio, lord of the village, competed in the challenge.
Luken, who had no dragon or experience dragon-riding or battling, had
no choice but to win against all the other competitors for his love.
The final contest pits him against the worthiest aggressor. He is
fortunate to use the more aggressive dragon of his true love,
Talulah, that carries the battle and allows him a most unlikely
victory.
Over
time the happiness of Luken and the Dragonor princess turned to
despair as men invade their once pristine swamplands. The earthlings
eventually caused the death of Talulah, and the great Lords of the
Dragonors decide to leave the earth instead of destroying
men.
Dragonors
run into unlikely allies in their new lands, the Mejuarian, and the
two different groups in all ways and mannerism develop friendships
and a familial bond. This closeness compelled the valiant dragon
riders to assist the king of the Mejuarian in the recovery of his
missing mewlings.
As
luck would have it, King Teloby also discovers a new diminutive race
interested in a friendly alliance with both the Mejuarian and
Dragonors. A meeting with Marina, Queen of the Arvunglies, revealed
that she has found one of the three missing nests and treasures it as
a colorful bauble. The little queen agreed to return the nest
happily. Still, she told them that rescue of the other two could
prove a challenge. To retrieve the babies, they had to venture and
most likely defeat a rogue dragon that attacked their small village
from time to time.
On
earth in 1960, Ren discovers two nests while exploring by a lake. His
father, a veterinarian, drew an interest in them and took them back
to his facility for further investigation. Ren feared they were UFOs
with body-snatching capabilities. Ren's fears soon disappear when his
father indirectly hatched the two creatures in his incubator and
discovers they are lovely, intelligent creatures that reminded him of
some rare species of puppies.
Unaware
that the missing nests fell to earth off the airship on their way to
the Dragonor land, king Teloby prepared himself. For the next day,
the three groups would head out for the dubious task of entering and
searching the dragon's lair for his missing mewling.
For
god-like creatures named Mejuarian living on planet Ercutis, their
world was near perfect.
Mejuarian,
a cross between an animal and godly beings, have a splendorous
village where everyone gets along. They live in a hierarchical
society, and everyone loves their king and queen. A near utopian life
that allows all Mejuarian to rise to their most extraordinary levels
of consciousness. That is until they discover using systems much like
our own, an asteroid is on course to decimate their village and erase
their long history. Short notice, they plan to move all inhabitants,
along with those bound to them by their magical powers, to the other
side of their planet and reside in the lands of their longtime ally
and trade partners, the Dragonors.
Very
upsetting to many Mejuarian mothers and fathers having mewlings is
that their ancient tradition of birthing nests on an ancestral altar
would be away from their homes.
However,
all seems to go as planned, and they depart with all twelve ships
successfully. One ship dedicated to moving the birth alter intact
with nests placed on it trails the fleet. Unfortunately, the Mejuar
scientist's slight miscalculation allowed for the meteor's early
arrival. A shockwave forces the underpowered, overloaded ship
carrying the nests to crash land. Before its descent, a piece of the
broken altar is dragged into space, and two of its occupants
On
earth, a family torn with grief after the loss or their mother tries
to enjoy a day of convalescing by a local lake. Hubert, the local
veterinarian with his two children Ren a teen, and Brooklyn, his baby
sister, are exploring after a picnic lunch. Ren discovers the charred
nests and is curious as to what they are. Hubert also becomes
interested in the unusual possible chrysalids. The inquisitive vet
takes the nests back to his facility and uses the extent of written
and photo journals available to him in 1960. He is unable to identify
them and ponders, what are they?
Happy tunes from the village delighted Syberias that morning as she sat in the kitchen, preparing to have her morning tea. Tyrion was away in the fields, so using this time, she replenished yesterday’s worn energies. Like many other Mejuarian females, the elation of the eagerness of a new mother embraced her heart.
She contemplated the birth of their mewling. So, Syberias decided to read the ambrosia leaves in her morning tea as she sat quietly, meditating on her mewling nest. Syberias’ mother taught her the enchantment, telling her that Thire-los taught the blessing to the Mejuarians many long cycles ago. Few Mejuarian still practiced this mystical art or any enchantments these days. Yet, adept in her skills, secretly reading the leaves for others helped her purchase silken fabrics and pretty jewels. She sewed her own clothing and crafted precious ornaments to embellish herself in dress and body like the other Mejuarian socialites.
Vivid images stirred around, disturbing her. Images of her nest, the Mejuarian Fleet, and fiery red balls dropping from the sky, all these frightened her. She decided to reread the leaves. Pouring out her cup of tea, making another, she prayed that what she saw early was a misreading on her part. Her hands quivered fretfully when she placed the container on the table; she once again began to enchant her tea.
“Ajao ex qd d’aoiipw
kiiwvj ex gvuj giirr zeqo
Lohour qd xujo je qo
Ke II speg qakj d’ao yepo
Future of my being,
Sight of what will come
Reveal my fate
So, I know what must be done.”
Golden honey-orange leaves stirred slowly within the cup; anxiety grew within her. Syberias held her breath, watching the darkened images start appearing. At first, only dark shadows and now, colorful pictures arose from the cup, spinning before her face. Her nest, Nymeria’s nest, Captain Jonas, floated around her until a mass of fire enveloping them all dragged them back into the cup. She cried out when the explosion consumed the images of the Mejuarian, and objects close to her. She picked up the teacup and shook fretfully, causing the hot liquid to spill, burning her hand slightly. The cup fell to the floor, and the frail porcelain broke into shards, spilling tea over her newly cleaned floor.
The
Four: Destruction of Honor
The
Mejuarian Book 1
A
masterful race of magic users called Ecrutians once lived on earth.
They held a divine eminence over humans, using them as pawns in a
game of chess.
As
the old ways were no longer accepted by most, Ecrutians grew soft and
lackadaisical and allowed attitudes of pride and self-importance to
consume them. A lust for power overtook many with aggressive natures
for destruction and harm to others.
Rebellious
Ecrutians created long-distance teleportation enchantments, and this
once peaceful race of spellcasters began to explore other planets in
search of others to dominate with their magic.
Thie,
one of the most powerful Ecrutians, had natural abilities that gave
the creation of life. His staff of gnarled, twisted wood infused with
magical enchantments, too, held terrible spells.
To
maintain order and preserve Ecrutian life, Thie decides to join with
three other powerful magic users to form one fearsome magical force
so their lands might be saved. He chose Lotus, Os, and Irenia, three
supernatural beings that couldn't have been any more different from
himself.
Lotus,
an Ecrutian sorceress, had a pleasant countenance, flirtatious
manner, fanciful demeanor, and a festive quality. One of the most
adored sorceresses in the village, she worried over the deterioration
of their kingdom.
Os,
burly and over eight feet tall, was a formidable force. Dark eyes
with no pupils, he never smiled, and a scowl on his face always
intimidated. A warrior in his soul, he fought deadly battles against
other warlords.
Irenia,
an ancient wizardess, clumsy, awkward, and limited social ability,
always made other Ecrutians shy away from her, but she loves peace
and cherishes the life of all creatures. All love in the village
diminished, and she sought for the return of harmony.
The
Four unite into one being named Thire-los. Joined power directed
through Thie's staff is unstoppable. All Ecrutians live under their
rule or suffer the consequences. Under their leadership, as
Thire-los, kingdom order is soon restored. However, restlessness
consumed the great entity, and the four began to fight within.
No
longer can Os live under such scrutiny by Thie, and he is cast out by
the sorcerer and banished to earth to live out his life as a meager
human. Without the four, order quickly returns to chaos. Irenia
watched nature turn to decay while Lotus suffered heartbreak at the
loss of Os, her true love.
As
all Ecrutis falls to ruin and despair, Irenia and Lotus hatch a plan
to reunite Thie-los.
“You would have no power over me without that staff,” Os growled and stepped towards Thie.
Before Os got close to him, Thie commanded,
“I banish you from my presence and the home of our people.
Your powers no more.
Walk the Earth evermore.”
Born
in Florida, I am a resident of the US, but now I reside on a lovely
island in British Columbia Canada with my mother and two dogs, and
one cat. During the early years of my life, I worked in the business
industry, thus reaching my goal of obtaining my degree in Business
Management.
I
love to read, and over my lifetime, I have probably read hundreds of
books. Now that life has given a bit more time to concentrate on my
personal life, I am following God and writing fun, fanciful fiction
stories, which blend over into the fantasy realm.
I
hope that each time I put words on the paper, it makes you want to
read it. I always hope someone has fallen in love with my words and
want to continue reading them.
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