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THE BOOK OF SHADOWS

Book One:

Prelude to Broken Skies

 

 

by: John Lopez

 

 

Disclaimer: All ideas, places, and characters are my own and belong to me. You will need my permission to use these ideas, DO NOT USE THEM WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!!!

 

 

Chapter 2

-A World in Sorrow-

 

 

Four figures stand in a room of marble accented by gold columns. In the center is a large round table with a map of the world of Weiyth, showing the Seven Regions, which the Seven Oracles watched over. The tension in the room is thick like mud, the figure in silver and gold armor approached the table map.

"My fellow Heirarchs the world is in great danger." the armored figure removed his helmet revealing his aging scared face with salt and pepper hair, wild eyes that danced with bloods of war and the loss of comrades.

"Yes we know of the events transpiring, Heirarch Felnor." interrupted Heirarch Samian, a young man, dressed in navy blue wizard robes. His hair jet black and falls to his shoulders, almost giving a silky shine. His face showed he was full of knowledge, being he is the Heirarch of Magic and the Forbidden Arts.

"The Seven Seals are in protection of the Seven Oracles..." added Heirarch Liena of Civilization. Her hair was braided and came over her left shoulder, laying flawlessly down to her waist. Her attire was simple, no more than a long earth tone skirt with a lighter brown shirt. "The threat of the Devouer is gone..." Heirarch Felnor of War became aggrivated and slammed his metal golved hand into the table, slightly cracking it.

"Calm yourselves." came a sweet tone from a woman dressed in a sky blue robes splashed with white and gold. Her hair was the color of the glorious sun at high noon, two thick strands ran over her shoulders to mid chest and the rest fell on her back down to her waist, in her hair was a white bow. Her eyes a deep blue, carried only calmness, like those of a gentle sea, yet will come with a torrent storm filled with rage and anguish at any moment. The other three Heirarchs bowed.

"Heirarch Alisan..." spoke Felnor. "We are deeply sorry." Heirarch Alisan of Foundation was the worlds leader, she is young, the age of 18 and she is ontop of the world. She governs the world and the Seven Temples.

"Felnor is correct, Weiyth is falling towards darkness..." spoke Alisan. "I've recieved reports from the Oracles of a cult called the Eye of Fate, they have attacked the Seven Temples and Regions...their target is the Seven Seals. They are trying to break them, releasing the Devouer back into our world..."

Leina looked rather worried, her beautiful contorted to fear. "Alisan, what are we to do?" Alisan beckons the others to follow her, the table with the map glows and moves away in four seperate pieces, revealing a spiral stair case. Alisan descends and is followed by the others. They soon emerge into a chamber with an altar.

"This is the Chamber of Divine Life...here the scriptures on the walls tell a prophecy." Alisan turned to face the three Heirarchs. "The Celestials will fall one by one, darkness consuming the lands of the creators. A descendant of the great mage, the one who sealed away the Devouer, will arise from his slumber in the Chamber of Divine Life. He, the descendant, travels with companions, a dragon, a warrior, and a princess. His soul with either guide the world to Glorious Salvation or Eternal Damnation..."

"So, has this 'savior' been born in this room yet?" questioned Samian.

"That is not what the scripture mean Heirarch Samian." added Alisan. "It means his hidden power will awaken in this room, the Book of Shadows, will be revealed through his soul."

"So the boy is alive?" wondered Felnor. "Do we know his location?"

Alisan focused her gaze towards the ceiling. "He flies into the skies on the wings of a black dragon...searching for answers...in the Region of Nova."

 

The sky shows the signs of the approaching night, the sun setting behind the mountains, vanishing until tomorrow comes. The great black dragon soars from the sky and lands gently on the ground.

"Cane, we are home." said Lothodrus, waking the young child on his back. It had been three weeks, and the bond between the two has grown even stronger. Weary eyes open to the cave that has become Cane's home. Cane climbed down from Lothodrus's back, landing softly on the ground. Lothodrus lit the wood in the cave to create a nice warm fire for the night.

"Lothodrus, what are we going to do tomorrow?" asked the yawning boy.

Lothodrus chuckled. "It seems your sense of adventure is never quenched...tomorrow we will go to a very special place...the home of dragons..." Cane's eyes widened, no human has even been to the land of the dragons, unless taken there by a dragon. Cane yawned again and took his common sleeping spot under the wing of Lothodrus. The night is a quiet one, only the sounds of the night animals moving through the forest can be heard. One noise within the woods is slightly heavier than the others, more sneaky. From a tree near the Lothodrus's cave, stands a figure, partially shown by the moon's light cascading down from the clear night sky.

"Lothodrus the Black Dragon guards the target the Heirarch's set for me." the voice is one of a man, he steps back into the shadows of the tree, completely covered by the darkness. He watches the cave as a shadow splashes against the cave walls and moves slowly down, soon the shadows owner emerges from the cave. "My target...Cane..."

Cane yawns, his throat dry, he looks around the area carefully like Lothodrus instructed him to. Cane stretches and heads off into the direction of the river. Cane walks slowly, unaware of his follower. The young boy arrives at the river and kneels by the clear water river and drinks from it, quenching his thirst. A feeling of uneasiness overcomes Cane, and he glances around the area of the river, the sounds of footsteps are heard.

"Who's there?!" questioned Cane, his voice shaking.

"Bearer of the Book..." came the reply, a man, around the age of twenty steps out from the shadows of the forest. He wears a patchwork of armor, some cloth and some metal, his helmet was removed, showing his face-one long scar ran from this temple to his chin, his eyes a steel color, reflecting his cold nature.His hair was short and wild, showing his youth was still intact. On his back is a large sword. "Your needed in the capital city, come with me...willingly...or by force..." The man approached, his face emotionless, he reached out and grabbed the frightened boy.

"Lothodrus!" yelled Cane, hoping he would wake the dragon.

"Yes...call for your dragon child...I will..." The man stopped speaking momentarily, when the sounds of a threatening growl from behind came to his ears. The man turned aroud to come face to face with Lothodrus.

"Let Cane go..." growled Lothodrus, his voice filled with anger. The man did not comply, only taking a few steps back. Lothodrus followed, stalking Cane's attacker. "Let him go and you'll live."

"Alot of talk for a dragon." spoke the man, smiling. Lothodrus knew something was up, and it was too late. Pain shot through the dragon's body, a magical symbol appeared below Lothodrus. The man laughed. "Dragons have a weakness against magic...and it happens I was given this spell scroll to take you out...the Heirarch's will be pleased." Lothodrus growled in pain, his vision becoming hazy as his strength was taken away from him. "Don't worry, you will be there for the glorious occasion in the Chamber of Life...sleep Lothodrus...sleep..."

"No...Lothodrus!" yelled Cane, held back by the man. Lothodrus tried to speak, but his mind went numb and he fell into a dream realm.

 

A room resembling that of a altar appears in Lothodrus's mind. Voices echo off the walls of the room, the disembodied voice speak as if over time and space itself.

'Great dragon...Lothodrus...' the voice spoke in different pitches and lengths. 'The bond between that of father and son...is great...powerful...and will stand the tests of time...'

'Your the Seven Celestials...are you not?' asked Lothodrus, his own voice sounding slightly disembodied.

'We are the creators...the watchers...and the governors of your world...' answered the mixed voices. '...Time grows short...darkness comes...your bond...with the Bearer of the Book...is strong...like that of father and son...protect him...guide him down the right path...for the soul is fragile...like life...like our light...complete the pact by blood...' The voice slowly became more and more confusing, the feeling of lightheadedness flooded the mind of Lothodrus, and before the realm vanished, they spoke again. 'Do not fail us...'

 

Lothodrus wakes to find himself in a room, rather a large chamber, he felt magical chains around his body, his head was barely free. With what strength he had, Lothodrus looked around and spotted Cane bound to a stone altar about ten feet away.

"Cane...can you hear me...?" asked Lothodrus weakly. At first no response came from Cane, then the body of the boy stirred and Lothodrus sighed in reliefe.

"Lothodrus?" asked Cane. "Your okay..." Cane shed some tears of hapiness, Lothodrus went to speak again, yet he was stopped when the stone doors opened, and eleven people stepped in, each dressed in red and black robes, except one, this figure was in all gold and silver robes. All eleven surrounded the altar in a circle, then the one in gold and silver stepped forward, standing near the altar in which Cane was bound to.

"The Seven Celestial's Seals are in danger! The world is falling towards darkness!" yelled the robed figure, clearly having a feminine voice. "This boy, the declared Bearer of the Book, will on this day rise! He will become the avatar of this worlds suffering, he will share this worlds fate as did the Great One did four-thousand years ago!" Lothodrus knew of what they were speaking of. This was a ritual to break a seal placed on the Book of Shadows, only the ancestors of the Great One, held the book in their blood and soul. "Our savior has come!" The others chanted and knelt down into prayer positions. The gold and silver robed one raised a dagger over her head. Cane yelled out, fearing the pain about to be delievered, Lothodrus struggled in vain, the magical chains bound him. The dagger came down, striking Cane in the chest, the room filled with a bright warm light, almost comforting...the power was to intense and Lothodrus passed with only the thought of Cane, dead or dying...