Genres: Sword
and Sorcery, Coming of Age, Dark Wizard Fantasy
and Sorcery, Coming of Age, Dark Wizard Fantasy
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Blurb:
The Elemental Crystals were originally created to protect the earth. However, Abaddon the Demon Lord plans to use them to transform the earth into a realm of haunting darkness and witchery, forever. In Guiding The Blue Flame, a young but powerful Nasharin Warrior, Darshun Luthais is drawn to one of these magical crystals of immense power. He learns he‘s the fulfillment of the two thousand year old Prophecy of the Guardian. The Wizard Olchemy informs him that he is the protector and guardian the earth has been waiting for. With Darshun‘s ability to sense the Elemental Crystals, Olchemy devises a plan to obtain them. Accompanied by a small group of companions the hunt is on, in hopes to retrieve the long lost crystals before the Demon Lord claims them. During the journey, Darshun encounters Aurora, the sole survivor of a now extinct people. He falls in love for the first time, and now resents the so-called Guardian of the Prophecy role. Due to Darshun‘s naïve spirit he‘s caught off guard by Nayland, a mysterious dark warrior who confronts him about his abandonment of the quest. He reveals that he too, is a Nasharin warrior, though far exceeding Darshun in skill and power. Darshun‘s father, Mirabel saves him from death at the hands of Nayland. Outmatched and in bewilderment from the attack, a fire awakens in Darshun. He plans on reaching his father‘s level of power with a journey to Shajin Island, where Nasharin Warriors train. He‘ll be gone for only one day in Earth realm time, but due to the magic of the rigorous island, it will be seven long years for him. Entering the mystical realm of Shajin, he eagerly awaits its life threatening challenges.
Excerpt:
From Chapter Three of "Guiding the Blue Flame."
Later that night, when Darshun lay in his bed, he kept thinking about the
stories Damacoles shared with him, wondering if any truth dwelled in
them. A sacrificial goddess of fire? A mischievous god of theft and
murder? Surely, such tales were legendary, meant to scare children
into behaving. For it was never a good thing to play with fire or
to prowl the outdoors during the dark hours. No wonder the elders
would conjure up such stories.
stories Damacoles shared with him, wondering if any truth dwelled in
them. A sacrificial goddess of fire? A mischievous god of theft and
murder? Surely, such tales were legendary, meant to scare children
into behaving. For it was never a good thing to play with fire or
to prowl the outdoors during the dark hours. No wonder the elders
would conjure up such stories.
These thoughts were cut short when Darshun heard noises outside his window.
They sounded like stones hitting the house and a rustling of leaves.
He wondered if Repsi might be there, creeping around stealing
belongings or anything that was precious to him.
They sounded like stones hitting the house and a rustling of leaves.
He wondered if Repsi might be there, creeping around stealing
belongings or anything that was precious to him.
Then
came the worst of it yet; a voice, coming from under his bed,
whispering—hissing his name twice: “Darshun...Darshun.” Then,
there was an impish laugh.
came the worst of it yet; a voice, coming from under his bed,
whispering—hissing his name twice: “Darshun...Darshun.” Then,
there was an impish laugh.
Darshun closed his eyes, covered his ears and remained still, shaking,
sweating—praying it would go away! His fists were clenched so
tight, he could feel the veins popping out of his forearms. Then,
after a while, when the noises stopped he felt ridiculous, thinking
himself to be a fool. “They’re just tales.” He laughed. “And I'm scaring myself into hearing things. Heh, yes...” Sleep began to
take hold, his eyes feeling heavy. “They are tales—that's all.
Just—tales...”
sweating—praying it would go away! His fists were clenched so
tight, he could feel the veins popping out of his forearms. Then,
after a while, when the noises stopped he felt ridiculous, thinking
himself to be a fool. “They’re just tales.” He laughed. “And I'm scaring myself into hearing things. Heh, yes...” Sleep began to
take hold, his eyes feeling heavy. “They are tales—that's all.
Just—tales...”
****
A clutter of loud noises outside Darshun’s window awakened him. It
sounded like colossal boulders rolling across the ground and hitting
the side of the house. He lay in bed, trembling, not daring to see
what it could be and remembering the same business earlier in the
night.
sounded like colossal boulders rolling across the ground and hitting
the side of the house. He lay in bed, trembling, not daring to see
what it could be and remembering the same business earlier in the
night.
Then the noises stopped, and he heard heavy footsteps trotting away over
the fallen leaves. “Someone’s out there.” He climbed out of bed
and walked to the window, peeped outside and saw nothing. It looked
pitch black. That’s strange—a few hours ago there was a full
moon. There came another crash in the distance, but this time it
sounded like a crackling, furious, like the stone castle collapsing.
Darshun leapt away from the window, sinking to the floor in darkness.
“What is going on?” He panted with fear. “I better wake up
Father.”
the fallen leaves. “Someone’s out there.” He climbed out of bed
and walked to the window, peeped outside and saw nothing. It looked
pitch black. That’s strange—a few hours ago there was a full
moon. There came another crash in the distance, but this time it
sounded like a crackling, furious, like the stone castle collapsing.
Darshun leapt away from the window, sinking to the floor in darkness.
“What is going on?” He panted with fear. “I better wake up
Father.”
Stepping across the room in shadow, he grabbed a candle off a stand and set it
ablaze, then made his way down the short hall to Mirabel’s room.
But when he got there the bed was empty, the blankets lying on the
floor. “Ah, Father. Where did you venture off to now?”
ablaze, then made his way down the short hall to Mirabel’s room.
But when he got there the bed was empty, the blankets lying on the
floor. “Ah, Father. Where did you venture off to now?”
Not wanting to be alone, he decided to go outside and look for him.
Darshun hoped he would find his father before whatever else lurking
within the city found him. He grabbed his sheathe and sword
along with a dagger, slipped into his brown leather ankle boots and
cloak, then ventured outside. The darkness seemed so thick he
couldn’t see two feet in front of him. “Where in the world could he be? Perhaps at Uncle Seth’s?”
Darshun hoped he would find his father before whatever else lurking
within the city found him. He grabbed his sheathe and sword
along with a dagger, slipped into his brown leather ankle boots and
cloak, then ventured outside. The darkness seemed so thick he
couldn’t see two feet in front of him. “Where in the world could he be? Perhaps at Uncle Seth’s?”
Unexpectedly,
a scream sounded, a horrible sounding scream like that of a
frightened young girl. It echoed from every direction of the city.
Then there were crackling noises and a rustling of leaves in the
woods, like someone or something running through the brush.
a scream sounded, a horrible sounding scream like that of a
frightened young girl. It echoed from every direction of the city.
Then there were crackling noises and a rustling of leaves in the
woods, like someone or something running through the brush.
Darshun
stopped and pulled out the sword. Seconds later, the noises went
silent and a wet wind came. Lightning flashed, followed by bangs of
thunder. “Father!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the
night-shaded city. “Where are you?” A second flash of lightning
lit up the sky for a few moments revealing much of Loreladia. During
this time, he saw something about a hundred feet away. It sent chills
down his back.
stopped and pulled out the sword. Seconds later, the noises went
silent and a wet wind came. Lightning flashed, followed by bangs of
thunder. “Father!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the
night-shaded city. “Where are you?” A second flash of lightning
lit up the sky for a few moments revealing much of Loreladia. During
this time, he saw something about a hundred feet away. It sent chills
down his back.
A creature stood there and it looked to be at least eight feet tall. A
set of horns rose off its skull like a bull. It had unnaturally long
arms, dagger-sized claws, three wide legs—the third extending down
where the groin would naturally be behind it. He swung a swaying tail
while possessing dark red skin and yellow eyes. Its eyes were
terrifying, glaring at Darshun with hatred. The stench it exuded was
indescribable.
set of horns rose off its skull like a bull. It had unnaturally long
arms, dagger-sized claws, three wide legs—the third extending down
where the groin would naturally be behind it. He swung a swaying tail
while possessing dark red skin and yellow eyes. Its eyes were
terrifying, glaring at Darshun with hatred. The stench it exuded was
indescribable.
His heart raced. But when another wave of lightning split the sky, the
creature disappeared. “Di-did—I imagine it?” Swiftly, the storm
elements struck a tree, bursting it to flames. The fire lit up the
surrounding area. When Darshun turned around he witnessed the
creature again, this time standing about ten feet away! Its
eyes flashed. He screamed and ran.
creature disappeared. “Di-did—I imagine it?” Swiftly, the storm
elements struck a tree, bursting it to flames. The fire lit up the
surrounding area. When Darshun turned around he witnessed the
creature again, this time standing about ten feet away! Its
eyes flashed. He screamed and ran.
The creature chased after him. It moved like a large puppet,
unsteady and off balance, probably due to its additional leg which
made the thing all the creepier.
unsteady and off balance, probably due to its additional leg which
made the thing all the creepier.
“Help me!” Darshun shouted, but no one came to his aid. He continued
to run through the dark city until he reached Uncle Seth’s house,
staggering into the yard. He banged on all the doors and all the
windows. There came no answer. Everyone seemed to have vanished.
Kicking open the back door, he ran into the house and looked around
for a candle, blindly touching the small round tables in the living
room. Instead, he discovered an oil lamp, recently put out, its smell
spreading through the house. He ignited it and searched for Seth and
Mirabel, scurrying through every room and still, they were nowhere to
be found.
to run through the dark city until he reached Uncle Seth’s house,
staggering into the yard. He banged on all the doors and all the
windows. There came no answer. Everyone seemed to have vanished.
Kicking open the back door, he ran into the house and looked around
for a candle, blindly touching the small round tables in the living
room. Instead, he discovered an oil lamp, recently put out, its smell
spreading through the house. He ignited it and searched for Seth and
Mirabel, scurrying through every room and still, they were nowhere to
be found.
Darshun blew out the wick and stood still, listening to the rain beating down
on the house, praying the creature wouldn’t find him. Then he felt
a warm liquid hit his face and drip down his cheeks. Curious, he
relit the lamp and looked above, witnessing fresh blood splattered
completely across the ceiling, along with intestines driven into
cracks, dangling to and fro. Darshun screamed, then put a hand over
his mouth, realizing his stupidity. “Oh no,” he whispered.
on the house, praying the creature wouldn’t find him. Then he felt
a warm liquid hit his face and drip down his cheeks. Curious, he
relit the lamp and looked above, witnessing fresh blood splattered
completely across the ceiling, along with intestines driven into
cracks, dangling to and fro. Darshun screamed, then put a hand over
his mouth, realizing his stupidity. “Oh no,” he whispered.
As though it’d been waiting for this precise moment, the creature
crashed through the front door, kicking the wood apart tightly
grabbing his arm and tossing him across the room like a doll.
crashed through the front door, kicking the wood apart tightly
grabbing his arm and tossing him across the room like a doll.
He hit the wall and fell to the floor.
The creature walked over, its stench unbearable, like a rotten corpse.
Adrenaline rushing, Darshun quickly stood up, drew his sword and struck the
creature in its left leg, hacking off a chunk of flesh. Then he ran
to the nearest window and jumped through it. He tumbled onto the
muddy ground, smashing his jaw and dropping the sword. The creature
reached through, grabbed his leg and began to pull him back in. Its
claws dug into his skin, piercing to the bone and he screamed in
agony. Punching the thing in its face didn’t seem to faze it
either, it only hurt Darshun's hands. Then, he remembered the dagger
he’d brought. He took it off his girdle and stabbed the creature’s
hand.
creature in its left leg, hacking off a chunk of flesh. Then he ran
to the nearest window and jumped through it. He tumbled onto the
muddy ground, smashing his jaw and dropping the sword. The creature
reached through, grabbed his leg and began to pull him back in. Its
claws dug into his skin, piercing to the bone and he screamed in
agony. Punching the thing in its face didn’t seem to faze it
either, it only hurt Darshun's hands. Then, he remembered the dagger
he’d brought. He took it off his girdle and stabbed the creature’s
hand.
It roared terribly, saliva shooting out its mouth—then released him.
Darshun
picked up his sword and ran into the woods as fast as his little legs
would take him. He ran and ran until he ended up being a long way off
and found a thicket of bushes to hide under. He was soaking wet, and
the temperature had dropped so much his breath now showed. Trying to
calm down, he rubbed his sweaty face and wounded leg, which began to
swell with severe pain. Soon, he would need medical attention. But
these thoughts vanished when he heard a crackling of sticks.
Something was coming toward him. Darshun gripped his sword and
remained still. The noises stopped…nothing sounded now except the
rain. Perhaps it was an animal?
picked up his sword and ran into the woods as fast as his little legs
would take him. He ran and ran until he ended up being a long way off
and found a thicket of bushes to hide under. He was soaking wet, and
the temperature had dropped so much his breath now showed. Trying to
calm down, he rubbed his sweaty face and wounded leg, which began to
swell with severe pain. Soon, he would need medical attention. But
these thoughts vanished when he heard a crackling of sticks.
Something was coming toward him. Darshun gripped his sword and
remained still. The noises stopped…nothing sounded now except the
rain. Perhaps it was an animal?
Lightning
struck a tree near-by and in fear, he hurriedly climbed out of the
thicket. The fire burned high, giving off much light, and he knew he
needed to abandon the area fast. Then, as if things weren’t bad
enough, he felt a cold breath on the back of his neck—shivers of
fear ran down his spine. Slowly, he turned around and there the
creature stood, face-to-face with him. It grabbed his throat, lifted
him off his feet and slammed him against a tree.
struck a tree near-by and in fear, he hurriedly climbed out of the
thicket. The fire burned high, giving off much light, and he knew he
needed to abandon the area fast. Then, as if things weren’t bad
enough, he felt a cold breath on the back of his neck—shivers of
fear ran down his spine. Slowly, he turned around and there the
creature stood, face-to-face with him. It grabbed his throat, lifted
him off his feet and slammed him against a tree.
Its
face was hideous—cut, mangled as if it’d been mutilated while
decaying with disease.
face was hideous—cut, mangled as if it’d been mutilated while
decaying with disease.
Darshun
vomited onto it, the vomit dripping down its bloody cheeks. “My
father?” he asked tired and weary. “Where’s my father?”
vomited onto it, the vomit dripping down its bloody cheeks. “My
father?” he asked tired and weary. “Where’s my father?”
Grinning, the creature pointed up at the trees.
Darshun eyes widened. Hanging by two ropes tied to their legs were Mirabel
and Seth. Their bellies had been torn open and their throats cut,
blood oozing like a river.
and Seth. Their bellies had been torn open and their throats cut,
blood oozing like a river.
Hideously, the creature laughed and rose up its other hand, extending blood
stained claws.
stained claws.
After the loss of his loved ones, nothing else mattered—nothing except justice or
perhaps revenge. An uncontrollable desire began to overtake Darshun.
Dramatic emotions of hate, love, desperation and madness surged
within while sleeping beast began to awaken. “Father—Uncle
Seth...” Suddenly, it happened. “Nooo!!!” he screamed in
rage and fury as a red fire exploded around him, blowing the creature
off its feet. The fire surrounded Darshun’s entire body. Even his
pupils consisted of flame.
perhaps revenge. An uncontrollable desire began to overtake Darshun.
Dramatic emotions of hate, love, desperation and madness surged
within while sleeping beast began to awaken. “Father—Uncle
Seth...” Suddenly, it happened. “Nooo!!!” he screamed in
rage and fury as a red fire exploded around him, blowing the creature
off its feet. The fire surrounded Darshun’s entire body. Even his
pupils consisted of flame.
At first, he didn't
understand what could be happening. His anger ignited, awakened or
unleashed something inside of him, perhaps lying dormant and
the energy magnified. He felt a bodily change in every pore, a
sensation within his eyes, a tingling throughout his hair. His body
became different—he seemed different, transformed.
understand what could be happening. His anger ignited, awakened or
unleashed something inside of him, perhaps lying dormant and
the energy magnified. He felt a bodily change in every pore, a
sensation within his eyes, a tingling throughout his hair. His body
became different—he seemed different, transformed.
The creature, now
terrified, desperately ran for its life.
terrified, desperately ran for its life.
Darshun raised both
hands, naturally understanding what to do and shot two streams of
blistering red flames out of them. Burning through every tree in
their path, the flames struck the creature and disintegrated it.
hands, naturally understanding what to do and shot two streams of
blistering red flames out of them. Burning through every tree in
their path, the flames struck the creature and disintegrated it.
A fierce yellow
light shined all around him as Darshun awoke. He screamed, crashing
his head back and forth, confused, disoriented, unaware of his
surroundings until the light vanished and he saw Mirabel.
“Fa—father?”
light shined all around him as Darshun awoke. He screamed, crashing
his head back and forth, confused, disoriented, unaware of his
surroundings until the light vanished and he saw Mirabel.
“Fa—father?”
“Yes son, it is I. Everything is going to be all right.”
“It was a dream—only a dream.” He sighed and collapsed, out of
energy. Within moments, he fell back to sleep.
energy. Within moments, he fell back to sleep.
****
Upon seeing the flames, many Loreladians rushed over speedily, standing in the middle
of the street, gazing upon Mirabel’s house—nearly ash. Seth Caelen stood there too, having sensed the disturbance in Darshun.
of the street, gazing upon Mirabel’s house—nearly ash. Seth Caelen stood there too, having sensed the disturbance in Darshun.
“Good heavens,” Mythaen greeted, running up to Mirabel. “Are you and Dar all right?”
Mirabel glanced over, then fixed his eyes back on Darshun. “Fine,” he
answered.
answered.
“What happened?”
“A candle fell.”
“A—candle?”
he asked, confused. For not only was it highly unlikely for Mirabel
to make a mistake like that, but candle fire burns a beautiful
orange-yellow, where this fire seemed to be a blistering red. “Are
you positive?”
he asked, confused. For not only was it highly unlikely for Mirabel
to make a mistake like that, but candle fire burns a beautiful
orange-yellow, where this fire seemed to be a blistering red. “Are
you positive?”
“Yes!
It was a candle, a molding of wax!” Mirabel’s tone sounded fierce, his words sounding more like a growl. He sighed, and then
finished in a calmer tone, “Just an accident started from an old Wizard's candle. Everything is fine now.”
It was a candle, a molding of wax!” Mirabel’s tone sounded fierce, his words sounding more like a growl. He sighed, and then
finished in a calmer tone, “Just an accident started from an old Wizard's candle. Everything is fine now.”
All right, that made a little more sense to the small crowd. After all,
Mirabel was a keeper of magical souvenirs.
Mirabel was a keeper of magical souvenirs.
“Well, if you like, you and Dar can stay at my place tonight,” Mythaen
offered. “Or perhaps in the castle?”
offered. “Or perhaps in the castle?”
“You can stay with me!” Elwin blurted out, wishing to be with Darshun.
“Mother won’t mind.”
“Mother won’t mind.”
“I appreciate the offer, but I will pass.” He picked up Darshun and held him in his
arms. “The danger has passed and the fire is out. You can all return home now.” He turned to Seth, speaking almost in a whisper,
“Accompany me for a short time?”
arms. “The danger has passed and the fire is out. You can all return home now.” He turned to Seth, speaking almost in a whisper,
“Accompany me for a short time?”
“Of course.”
They walked out of the city and into the woods, abandoning the perplexed crowd. Mirabel ventured only a short distance then stopped, setting Darshun down on some soft leaves. He then swiftly made a fire.
“That was no candle accident, was it?” Seth asked, though he knew the
answer.
answer.
“No, it was Darshun. Come here, look! They’re still visible.”
Seth gazed and saw claw marks around his neck with trickles of fresh blood. He also saw the wound on Darshun’s leg and shadow-like markings across his face, arms, and chest. They were now beginning to
fade, like ghostly hands releasing their grasp. “Is it possible?”
fade, like ghostly hands releasing their grasp. “Is it possible?”
“Yes. A Dream Assassin attacked him.”
“Sorcerer Dream Assassin spells are difficult to achieve. They must have the blood of the one they intend to kill. Darshun has either lived in Loreladia since we rescued him or been with you.”
“I know, I know. It doesn’t make sense. But whoever cast the spell must possess a bit of his blood. Someone wants him dead.”
“The Northern Cullach?”
“I was thinking the evil ones in command of them. Remember what Deloth
spoke of? About Darshun having to be sacrificed because he was a creature of the Light, and if he lived disaster could fall upon them.”
spoke of? About Darshun having to be sacrificed because he was a creature of the Light, and if he lived disaster could fall upon them.”
“I remember, but what does it mean?”
“Seth, tonight I felt a power within Darshun that even I fear. It’s what awoke me earlier. The very house trembled. I heard him scream and fire shot out everywhere. He unlocked his element in his dream, his element of Fire and at only age twelve, something no Nasharin has ever achieved. His inner power is so strong—I could barely contain him. Then I carried him into the street and shielded his fire. Everything within the house was gone, everything except that—golden ball. Somehow, it rolled into the street and stopped at Darshun’s side and once again—it was glowing!”
“What are you saying?”
“The Prophecy of the Guardian and the Second Great War could be upon us.”
Seth stared at Darshun in amazement, thinking about the signs, the golden ball and the extraordinary power of this boy. Along with the threat of the Dark, Darshun’s dreams and the presence of the Archangel.
“Yes, the pieces do add up. Incredible!”
“Yes, the pieces do add up. Incredible!”
“I’m not certain of it. Nevertheless, for now I will remain in the forest
and continue to train him. He needs to learn how to control his element and strengthen his mind, lest another attack come.”
and continue to train him. He needs to learn how to control his element and strengthen his mind, lest another attack come.”
“All right. Don’t fret about your house. I’ll build another.”
“Thank you, my friend. And please, until I understand for certain what’s going on, do not tell anyone about this.”
Seth nodded, and his eyes darkened. “Mirabel, if the prophecy is at hand, then you know what kind of evil shall threaten not only us, but all of the earth!”
Mirabel sighed. “I know. Our only hope shall be this little Nasharin.”
About the Author:
J.W. BACCARO is the author of the Guardian Series. In his free time he enjoys literature--fiction and non-fiction, playing electric guitar in the heavy metal band Rigor Hill, Consciousness and NDE studies, and thinking how to intertwine his thoughts about the world's myths, legends and distinct truths into his next novel. He lives in upstate NY with his wife Melissa, his son Alexander, his two German Shepherds and his three cats.
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