The Tale of Onora: The Boy and the Peddler of Death by Saccoccio Dylan

Author:Saccoccio, Dylan [Saccoccio, Dylan]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Horror, Dark Fantasy, Fantasy, Epic, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
Publisher: Dylan Michael Saccoccio
Published: 2014-04-06T16:00:00+00:00

“Will ye still wait for me

If I do not return to thee?

What else could I have done?

It was always all or one!

I looked the Devil in the eyes

Then I cast my terrible smile!

I drank his blood! I stole his time!

Rest assured, his soul is mine!”

The entire Caliphian Army wailed the chorus:

“And everyone just lies here,

Their minds rest asleep. (Roar).

Unknowing what’s been done to them

By wolves dressed as sheep! (Roar).”

The song created a light-green energy field that encompassed the area in front of the Shadekin.

Taliesin gave the order. “Save thy mana! Let them enter the Realm of Somnolence. ‘Tis more deserving they die in slumber!”

Lugh Rökkr was the mightiest of the mighty, a battlemage. His red irises burned like embers. His silky-white hair was dressed for battle, his beard thick but flawlessly groomed. It hid his age well. He was in top physical shape, but it mattered not. His mind was perhaps the most powerful thing in the universe.

Lugh was a lion of a man. He served the Royal Family because of his bloodline’s loyalty to the crown. From the very moment that Woden Caliph relinquished his immortality to marry Sylia, the god-made beauty of the world, the Shadekin constructed the Empyreal Chancel to serve as the resting place for The Trivium. The Empyreal Chancel was a realm hidden within realms. It protected The Trivium from ever falling into the hands of a mortal again. Most importantly, to the Shadekin, it guarded the secret to their power. From then on, the Royal Family only existed as the Shadekin allowed it to, serving the needs of its masters. In Caliphweald, collectivism was a tool that the Royal Family used to make its citizens deaf, dumb, and blind. They performed a useful duty to the Shadekin by unjustly amassing wealth and power, a scheme that did not sit well with Lugh.

He was a man of principle and logic. He lamented the approaching Oussaneans. He recognized that there was little difference between Rotmörder and him. The Oussaneans had no real freedom, wealth, or power, because they renounced it by remaining in Lunaega. They believed they gave each other freedom, wealth, and power by remaining in their collectivist guild of thieves. Lugh wondered how they could be so unaware that everything went to Rotmörder and served his benefit alone. Lugh empathized with the Oussaneans, for he understood that were he not Shadekin, he too would be stuck in a system in which people attempted to give each other that which they do not possess.

It produced a sorrowful nostalgia to behold the magic trick that Rotmörder played upon his people. He molded their collectivist minds like dough to fit the shape of his needs. It was a spell that was perhaps as old as time itself.

Lugh observed the sea of soldiers on both sides. It was the greatest conflict he had ever witnessed. He realized how truly insignificant and powerless he was as an individual in this environment. His mind unearthed a truth that had been hidden from him all his life until now.

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