~I have received permission from my publisher to post this to get the word out. I am receiving a contract from my agent soon, and my book is in editing atm. Please spread the work with any other fantasy fans out there. This is a teen book. This is the full intro that leads into the book, hope you enjoy! =) I have tagged some of you who were interested long long ago when I first started this.~
The wind was cold and unusually dry. For the heat from the sun’s rays had died out the hour I think was around midnight for the moon was high in the sky. The sky tonight was strange, not the normal sky we know. As I walk further along a small dirt path, I realize I have wandered into a mysterious and lonely place. There is no sign of life here, only death and decay. I fathomed this because I sensed things, not people, watching as I went by, following my every move. I could also sense magic within this area, it was free magic, magic not controlled by anyone.
Then my trail is blocked, a stone lies along the paths width. At that moment I realize where I am, I have wandered into Alecien. I also remember that these stones are supposed to have a shimmering blue-hue to them but this one lay dark. As I get closer I realize why, the stone was broken, straight down the middle. The only way to break stones is by a sacrifice to the Death God Delron.
I push the thought of the broken stone from my mind and quickly walk around it, knowing I must leave this place before I too become a victim to the dead that lurk nearby. Broken stones are a gateway into Deaths realm and if one is broken that gateway is opened allowing the dead to walk freely in the area.
As I slowly circle the stone; the sound of crunching dirt beneath one’s feet is heard. I quickly hide not knowing whether man or beast was approaching. But as I peer around the broken stone I see a man standing a few feet away. The man was my father of the past he carried an imbued rune blade meant for killing the dead, but would he remember me since I have changed so much.
I quickly climb out from behind the rock and approached him. When he sees me he speaks.
“I am Chaimh, also known as the Keeper of the Gate, what are you doing out here wandering around in this land of waste and torment?...” Chaimh pauses for only a moment; a look of understanding crosses his face. “Wait it does not matter I know who you are, come with me, I have something to show you.”
Chaimh pauses for only a moment before a whistle escapes his lips, as he blows far off haunting sounds are heard, sounds of cracking ice. The sound echoes in the distance creating a trance like state of mind. Eventually the echo's fade and darkness engulfs me momentarily. I find myself in a small room with yet another stone, this one illuminating the room with its glow. The stone, sending out a call only magic users can hear, beckons me to touch it. I slowly lay my hands upon the stones warm surface.
“The stone feels sorry for you, because you do not understand the truth.” Chaimh says with a sad look upon his face.
With my hands still on the stone I ask what I am supposed to know and do. Suddenly the stone flares with a blue light engulfing the room and all in it, and then I hear a faint voice speak to me.
“You were brought here by Chaimh, to relive what you have missed. Your past was laid out long ago, a past in the world you are in now, Alecien. But your memories were robed from you by the ones that destroyed our world. You are here to set it right and stop the evil before it destroys this world fully and kills every world, along with it.”
“Every world?” I asked.
I knew this was not the only world, but why would the annihilation of Alecien result in the destruction of the rest? But the stone was quiet once more and the light in the room had faded. I realized I spoke my question out loud and Chaimh, once standing in the corner moved to stand beside me. He spoke instead.
“All will become clear once you are sent back to fix what went wrong. There is a catch though, you and I will have to relive the past once more and no one will remember what has happen here in future. If we fail there is no going back, and the changes made this time will be forever imprinted on this world. I will see you shortly; for I cannot answer any more questions.”
I started to protest out load but at that moment Chaimh casts a spell, a spell I recognize immediately. The room becomes very dark as he murmurs the ancient dragon spell from long ago, a spell that would erase memories and set the course of time to the casters behalf.
The spell was never to be tampered with, not even by the Keeper of the Gate. This was a forbidden spell from the dragon arts, the most powerful spell casters in the world. But before I could finish my thoughts about the dragons, and their kin, a pain echoed though my body, a pain that was like being ripped in two. All of a sudden all thought left my mind and I was taken, taken into the darkness of deaths sleep till I was to be born into the world.
