Showing posts with label The Chosen One. Show all posts
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Saturday, April 4, 2015

The Chosen One: Excerpt from Children of the Luminaries Book One: The Coming Storm

They stood together a short while watching the ripples in the water made by the warm breeze.  In the east, the sun made its slow descent.  In a few hours a new day would begin.  As they stood there in silence The Oracle pondered the dragon's words.  She was certain he was mistaken.   She shuddered as a cold chill tingled up her spine.  

"An omen!"  She mumbled to herself.

Finally, Demetrius broke the long silence.  “You cannot hide from your destiny, Oracle!"  He proclaimed, his baritone voice echoed all around.   "You are more than what you believe.  But you must believe!”  Demetrius waited for a response and received none.  He then continued, “I ask you this girl, will you choose aliveness even if there are no safe places?  Or will you choose deadness?”

Utterly bewildered by his words, The Oracle shook her head and made her way back toward Sabia.  “I am no warrior,” she repeated calmly.  “You are mistaken.”

“Yes, you are.  And I am not mistaken,” he called out.  “I do not make mistakes.”

She smiled and called back sardonically, “Yes, I know.  You are very wise and very, very old.”

“Make fun if you must, Oracle, but just remember it is the will of the Pantheon.”
 
She waved back to him and disappeared behind the trees where her beloved winged unicorn waited. 

Demetrius watched until The Oracle was completely out of sight.  He rose up and extended his front claws.  A red glow engulfed him.  His serpentine body began to transform.  In a matter of seconds he transformed into a man dressed in red attire with a black flowing cape.  His wavy, black hair brushed against his forehead and fell to his shoulders, solemn brown eyes watched as the winged unicorn soared into the darkening sky with his mistress holding tightly to his silvery mane. 

“I will be with you always, Oracle,” he said softly to himself.  Then quietly, without notice, he vanished.


Excerpt from Children of the Luminaries Book One: The Coming Storm©  
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