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Chronicles of Zanthia: Angel of Retribution, Ch. 1
Several Months After the Murders
A soft knock rapped on the door to my private quarters. Sighing, I stood up from my desk and walked to the door, throwing it open.
“What is it?” I demanded, staring into the eyes of a young courier around twelve or so years of age. He swallowed and clasped his hands behind his back, and delivered his message:
“Duke Kirkoff would like to speak with you in his study quarters, milady.”
I dipped my head curtly. “I’ll be there as soon as possible.” I closed the door in the boy’s face and went back to my desk, staring down at the paper I had been writing on.
It had been just over a month since the deaths of my mother and brothers. I had reported to murders to Duke Kirkoff and, seeing my plight, had me come stay in his castle until I could get my feet under me. He promised me that he w
Introduction of MyselfHummm where do I START?! I will keep this short and simple...if its possible. My life's story is a short novel in itself (I'm not joking). I'll just start here:
Hi, my name is Danielle Dibley aka Dara Black. I am a 21 year old who lives in Oregon state, in the US (for those of you who do not know where or what Oregon is). I am an aspiring writer who has a passion for poems and the fantasy genre. I am also a hobbyist artist who draw/paints/pens/colors my favorite animal: the horse. I have been writing and drawing since I was about five years of age, and I love to share my artwork and writings with others.
Before I go any further, I should remark that I have two different personalities. Not in a psychological kind of way, but I have two different "me's", if you will. There is Dani, the real me that was born on Feb. 28th. And then there is Dara Black, my pen name. Dara's creation actually was born in the darkest moment of my life. Dara, in Hebrew, means "compassion", and Black means, well
Chronicles of Zanthia: The Tale of Dara Black 1394 AG
Chapter One: “Does she have the Gift..?”
Nox was not surprised to see his brothers at the Tower of Arcana. After all, the most powerful magi and users of the arcana power could be found here; the Heads of all three Orders stayed here year round, training the novices and apprentices in the fine art of spellcasting, potion making, and learning the difficult language of arcana. It was here, in the Tower of Arcana, where novice magi took the Test of Power to determine where their allegiance lay, and what color robe they would wear throughout their life. The Test had components of all three types of magic-good, neutral, and evil-and testers were required to distinguish between the arcana types…and use them according. The Test was grueling, difficult, and over half of aspiring magi failed it. This ensured that only the best arcana users became apprentices…and future archmages. The Test of Power had been originally created by the three gods
Chronicles of Zanthia: The Tale of Dara Black PART ONE
Introduction: "Time Is Ticking, Brother..."
1394 AG (Age of the Gods)
“The time has come, my brothers.”
The voice came from a beautiful and striking woman, standing before a round obsidian table, looking at the faces of those seated before her. Around them, heat from the molten rock far below them caused the air to shiver with its radiation. The only available light came from various lava falls, and the incandescent glow of the lava hundreds of feet below the meeting place. It was an inhospitable place for mortals…but these figures were not mortals. They were immortals…eternal. The heat did not affect them.
“For too long have we endured the yolk of restraint and the burden of temperance. I say enough is enough! We are gods! And we have a right to rule as gods should rule!” The woman said fiercely. Mutters of agreement came from those seated at the table. Looking from face to face, she continued.
“Our brothers of goodness and
The Wild Horse Chronicles, Part 1I have always been a horse enthusiast. As a young girl, one of my dreams was visit the wild country and find myself a herd of wild horses, called mustangs. As I grew older, this dream became less and less of a reality, until it became nothing but a wishful fantasy.
Then I went to college and took a two year course in professional photography. After that, I became a free lance photographer, signing on with contractors and going from place to place on photography shoots. After about five years of this, I had enough money to buy my own little place.
I searched long and hard for the perfect home for me. After about a year of searching high and low, I finally found a place in the wilderness of Wyoming. About fifteen miles from Yellowstone National Park (where I would later be hired on as a professional park photographer), sat a little single-person cabin on two acres. The cabin was more of a retreat home-it was very, very rustic. The price was set at $102,500...and I jumped on the offer. It
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