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The Completed Version

Novel By: Adonis Chronicles Guy
Fantasy


Tags: Fantasy


This is the version where, I had been in a writer's block for a year and was getting nowhere so I metaphorically emptied the bat and started all from scratch. I changed it a lot, much more sinister. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Mar 7, 2009    Reads: 66    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


The Birth Of A Legend
The sun shone brightly, the sweet hymns of the birds in the forest gave the day a very poetic feel. The spring was the most beautiful part of the year; the air was crisp with newness, a time when great things were born, a time when terrible things were born.
The peace extended everywhere, among it was an old rugged path that led straight through the forest. The path was barely used, covered with potholes and bumps. On the path was a little brown rabbit, sniffing into the air.
The fox stalked it, picturing its future meal, as it was getting ready to pounce upon it. The silence was suddenly broken as a whole troupe of wagons suddenly crossed by, causing quite a bit of commotion in the surroundings.
The troupe was the royal protection for the Queen herself. Five in total got unto this path rarely used by even the most rugged merchants in the most dire needs. The travellers were having difficulty on these paths; the carriages were not designed for such terrain.
However, this path offered travel unhindered from the constant traffic permitting more speed and also offering the secrecy the travellers sought, although it was quite difficult to keep such a large regiment secret.
However, this road simply led to a merchant outpost and had no need to be watched, but there was a secret offshot that sprouted off the road and led directly to the castle.
Four of the carriages were purely military, each containing ten elite bodyguards. But in the middle of them all was the Royal Carriage. It was the largest of the carriages, grand majestic looking wheels being pulled by the best white stallions of the Royal Stable.
However it was anything but peace inside the carriage, and soon there would be no peace at all. The interior of the Royal Carriage was a very magnificent royal blue. Against one wall was a bed made of the softest red silk in the known world.
On it laid Queen Tania, breathing hard in pain and exhaustion for she could give birth at any moment. Beside her sat her loving husband, King Ralph.He held her hand in a comforting manner, because despite his great speeches to his Kingdom and to his allies. Despite his smooth tongue that had swayed so many clans unto his side, he could not find words to comfort her.
On the opposite wall was a normal cushioned seat where the most loyal bodyguards sat in obvious discomfort. They were not accustomed to seeing their powerful monarchs crying like petty commoners.They were shaken out of this state when there was a yell from one of the lead soldiers, " Ambush! Take defensive positions!"
The forty Royal bodyguards got into their defensive position around the King and Queen, swords drawn and shields at the ready. They anticipated the attack, sweating with dread knowing they might die this day.
Then they came out, the Coronian troops began their attack, their attempt on the lives of the Queen. They wore black leather for armour, it was not thick but it offered protection and mobility.They were all armed with long assassin blades, hilts decorated with beautiful and yet menacing patterns, the ends forming the Coronian Empire's symbol; the open mouthed cobra.
They moved fluidly, running right into the attack. Swords clashed together as the battle began, Bodyguards and assassins alike fought fiercely, never giving any mercy to each other. The elites kept them at bay but more kept on coming.
Suddenly the sky started to be filled with black twirling clouds, the sun was simply covered up as the unnatural storm began to take birth. The winds picked up at incredible speeds, making the carriages swing slightly on their sturdy frames.
Rain began to pour hard on the ground, it descended with a supernatural speed and thunder and lightning soon joined into the orchestra of elemental prowess. As the storm was in its full power the sound of fighting was over.
The assassins had withdrawn just as quickly as it had began. All their years of training to become the most elite and coveted soldiers in the Royal Kingdom had been a waste of time. As they reformed their defence a lone Coronian Empire assassin emerged from the woods.
He was different from the others, much more menacing. Standing an entire seven feet tall he wore steel chain mail armour with heavy leather brigandine over top of it for better protection, upon it was the sign of the King cobra.
His helm was a marvel on its own, more of a mask than anything else. The front was a moon mask made of unknown metals that acted as a mirror; the new enemy's eyes glowed yellow through the eyeholes. Drawing his two falcata blades he said in a deceptively civilised voice, " If you all surrender and just give the Queen up, I shall set you all free. You will be permitted to run to the castle, no one will stop you."
Some guards actually looked ready to take the author, armour emitting a rattling noise, as the rain hitting them got heavier. They were willing to die defending the Queen and so they would, the assassin quickly went into action.
Ducking and jumping over the first attacks, his swords swirled rapidly as he retaliated from their attacks and went past their defences. The sharp swords cut through the armour with incredible ease, in less than one minute all the bodyguards were dead.The assassin looked over what he had done and proceeded to the royal carriage, determined to accomplish the mission.
The sudden silence after all the sounds of slashing and metal hitting metal sent chills down the King's spine. What had started as a good day for travelling in secret had become hell on earth.He turned to his guards and motioned for his guards to investigate, although by this time even these two battle hardened soldiers were a little shaky as they opened the door to investigate.
A minute later two blood curdling screams of intense pain were heard, followed by a strong clap of thunder and rain pounding furiously like fists on a canvas drum. The King reluctantly pulled out his dagger.He gazed back at his lovely life breathing deeply, as his hand rested on the cold golden handle of the carriage. This might possibly the last time he would ever see his beloved wide. He returned to her side, kissing her on the cheek he opened the door and stepped unto the dark open path.
Lightning flashed, illuminating the King's surroundings. Before him stood the assassin that had killed all his men, the assassin that would in turn kill them all if he wasn't stopped. He stood an entire seven feet tall and had the most ornate armour any Coronian assassin had ever worn.
The assassin spoke in an amused voice, " King Ralph, it is not an honour to finally meet you. Here's the deal bucko, if you give the Queen I swear on my life your death will be a swift and painless one. However..."Before he could finish his sentence a blue lighting bolt suddenly struck him in the side, sending him spiralling against an old pine tree, snapping it in half upon impact. Half the tree fell upon him.
He lifted the tree off of himself as he slowly got up, sweeping his armour he looked up at his attacker. His attacker was a wizard of potent power garbed in a red robe with golden dragons embroidered at the bottom.
In the new darkness it appeared as though his hair was grey, flying in the wind, one eye glistening silver from the moonlight peeking through the clouds, the other eye was covered by an eye patch. He leaned on a solid oak staff.
The assassin said in the same coy tone with a hint of anger, " Tyronis, not that I don't like your company, but think ya can just sit this one out and let me work my mojo here?"He hefted the half of the tree that had fallen upon him and threw it to Tyronis like a spear. It soared through the air supernaturally, spinning and cutting through the stormy winds as it neared its mark.
Without even a single motion the tree suddenly stopped mid air inches from Tyronis' face. The tree trunk floated peacefully in the air, Tyronis looking up at the assassin smirked and sent it back flying toward the assassin with ten times its speed.
The assassin blurred into motion, jumping on the log he ran along it as it flew to where he had stood. Plunging his sword in the middle he cut as he ran, cutting it in half. The trunk split and landed hard unto the ground, sending large clouds of dust in the air.
Landing between both halves the assassin grabbed each half in one hand and smashed them against the wizard with brute force, shattering the wood into a million pieces upon impact with the shield, large shards of wood flying everywhere.
He looked around at the mess, looking up there was a maniacal look in his eyes, a profound and pure hatred. He charged the wizard with a bloodlust to equal that of an entire army, only to collide with Tyronis' shield once again.
The assassin flew head first into the ground, forming a muddy ditch as he slid against the soft soil. Tyronis caught a quick glimpse of the assassin's face as the mask had fallen to the ground. He recognized him immediately and was shocked at how he could even be here.The assassin quickly put the mask back, the mirror affect was dirtied by the mud. Jumping to his feet he kept up his false joviality and said, " Sorry Tyro, but you gonna die for that one."
The assassin sheathed his sword and prepared to attack using the black magic he had learnt from the old magic manuscripts. As a shadow ball began to form in his hand Tyronis created a powerful whirlwind and it snatched the assassin and brought him flying far from the carriage.
Tyronis looked for second, he had never expected to see him again but there he'd been, more powerful than ever. He had changed so much since they had last departed; it was after all customary for corpses to stay in their graves.
He walked to all the horses and untied them, whispering something into their ears they all ran directly to the Royal stables, their homes. He then turned to the King only to find him dying beyond healing powers in his own puddle of blood and gore.
When the shrapnels of the wood had exploded, they had been moving at extreme speeds and had gone everywhere. The King had many shards in him, all nearly killing him but still no hope of saving him. A long and painful death it would be, Tyronis would not interfere for he had bigger matters at hand.
Stepping into the carriage he seen the Queen, panting in pain, bed soaked as her water had broken and she was ready to go into labour. Mustering all his power Tyronis grabbed her hand and teleported them both to a safe location, leaving the carriage on the deserted road that had previously been nice and sunny.
***
The assassin, flustered by the whirlwind summoned by Tyronis the bastard wizard quickly returned to the carriage. There it stood solemnly, the storm was still blaring and would not be over for another hour or so but the assassin would be gone by then.
He rushed to the majestic carriage and flung the doors open eagerly, sending them off their hinges. The carriage however was vacant; the bed still warm and wet showed it had not been long since they had left. There was nothing but a chest with over ten million gold, food of the highest quality and other such supplies.
Going into the other carriages he explored them as well, only to find Royal Kingdom uniforms and weapons. Now he was losing his cool, looking around at all the corpses he noticed the King still panting in pain against the carriage.
Lifting him over his head he screamed a demonic curse skyward, overpowering the strong turbulent noise of the pouring rain and thunder. He tore the King in life with incredible ease, ending his life and his reign in less than a minute. The sound of bones snapping resounding loudly as blood splattered upon the assassin.
He threw both halves away; suddenly he fell to the ground in tremendous pain. A voice of pure malice filled his head, blocking all other sounds. " You have failed me assassin, why!"
The assassin replied out loud, " My brother was here..." he gasped for air and continued, " He is masterfully learnt in the of the dark arts my liege..." Another ripple of burning pain travelled across his body making him howl in pain. " He must have teleported Queen Tania away somewhere."
The voice left for a moment, then the assassin gripped at his chest as a wide gash started to form on the left side of his torso. The affliction, bleeding tremendously started from the too of his chest and descended to his stomach. He winced in pain and screamed thunderously.
The voice returned, " This scar shall remind you of your failure. The pain with it shall endure the remainder of your unnatural life under my command. Now I am sending Lord Krale to take command of the mission and train you in the magic of the dark arts."
" With his help you will become even stronger than Tyronis the keen wizard, Take all the corpses and weapons and stuff them in the carriages. Bring them to the Beta camp, we may find a use for them yet."
The assassin walked to the Coronian wizards, they were still feeding the storm and when ordered the storm suddenly ceased. As the Coronian wizards sat in the driver's seat the assassin raised his hands and summoned skeletal creatures to replace the horses.
He had returned to his jovial old self, the pain was consistent but he was accustomed to such pain. Walking behind the carriages as they sped away the assassin enjoyed the warmth of the sunlight as it dried his armour from the heavy rain.The ground was already drying, and he walked peacefully on the old path, he was in no rush for getting to the cavern of souls.
***
The Queen awoke in a large bed made of hay; she vaguely remembered the events of the previous night. The only indication that she had given birth was the sight of two babies placed safely on a marble pedestal. They laid on a silk pillow to keep them comfortable and were covered with a blanket with the Royal Kingdom emblem upon it; a golden dragon's head. A wise and comforting voice came from the doorway, " The birth was a complete success. You may now call yourself a mother of twins, a son and a daughter."
The Wizard walked into the room, in the dark it had been difficult to see his features clearly but in the light his skin was pale for mastering magic was no easy task. It was impossible to tell how old he was for he looked like he was in his thirties but yet there was something about him that seemed much older.
His seemingly dull grey hair was lustrous silver that flowed down to his shoulders. His silver eye reflected the light giving him a magical allure. He looked like a demigod.He continued talking, " The International Council of Wizards of the Capital City of Tronabia have assigned me to protect your children. And based on these past events have led me to the conclusion that your children shall not be raised in the castle, but in another village..."
Before he could explain his plan further she screamed at him in a mother's protective anger, " After all I have been through, you take them away! Do I not have the right to keep my beautiful children! They are mine!"
Tyronis nodded with grim understanding and answered in a voice as soothing as he could muster, " I understand your anger your Royal Highness, you have every right to have your children and raise them. And under normal circumstances I am certain you would make an excellent mother. But it cannot be for a high ranking assassin will be anticipating that."
" Either he is observing the castle himself or Special Forces from the Coronian Empire are doing so. No matter who is watching, your children would not be safe, I'm sorry."Queen Tania had calmed down a lot since her first outburst, she asked " But could we not protect them, my husband commands the best army. Can we not risk it?"
This had crossed Tyronis' mind but there were many reasons why this would not work, he answered solemnly, " Alas no, that is not possible. The dangerous assassin I was speaking of killed your husband, and to be quite honest, he managed to kill all your elites by himself. Your children have a far too important destiny and must stay out of the Coronian's hands at all cost."
He paused for a moment, the importance of what he was going to say evident in his facial expression, " If but one of your children are captured, our entire future will be condemned to a long period of suffering. Many will die and the world will change forever."
" I cannot even risk teleporting them away as I did with you. Were lucky no one tracked us down here, it is possible we were detected. But, I can no longer risk it for there is a power here far stronger than my own. They would be able to track it down and send the assassin to kill them immediately."She slowly got to her feet, exhausted by the tiring ordeal of giving birth to twins. Her children laid there innocently. Tyronis finished by saying, " Now name your children and we shall leave."
Queen Tania felt like falling apart, her husband was dead and the Coronian Empire and that ruthless assassin were hunting her children. They would be hidden away from her for their own safety; she composed herself and named her children. Naming the boy Adonis and the girl Jolene she kissed them on their foreheads and left disguised as a servant to re-enter the castle.




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