Omalya Chronicles: Chapter 1
This is the beginning of Omalya. I will be publishing this book when done, but you can get snippets of some of the chapters when completed.
Omalya Chronicles:
Awakening
By: Saphyrion Fortun Oveya
"Legend tells of a mighty sorcerer who learned how to harness the powers of the mind, which he then called Psi. For years the sorcerer worked with the peoples of the land to spread the word about this power, and for a time there was world peace. He had a tall tower built so all the thinkers of the world would have a place to keep their books. The tower was known as Fyristm Vulira.
As the sorcerer traveled he began to hear rumors of Psi being used not for the good of man, but for cruelty and evil. He traveled to each kingdom searching for this evil.
_ In a far corner on the Alharan continent he came face to face with the defiler of Psi. The sorcerer pleaded with the man to change his dark ways and let peace survive. The Evil One smote the sorcerer in reply and froze him for eternity. But, unbeknownst to the Evil One the sorcerer had accomplished two things; one, he prayed to the god Vestok with his dying wish to not let the evil stay in the world; and two, he tied the Evil One's fate with his so he was trapped as well._
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_ "When the evil reigns supreme then shall good see its dream,_
_ The one shall rise from the ember at the land at which they slumber._
_ The sign of him will raise the water and the harvest moon will start evil's slaughter."_
_ -The History of Psi; circa: 2.54.YT_
Chapter 1: "Breeze"
As the sun rises over the distant horizon, a gentle breeze forms over the sea and travels inland, gently ruffling the leaves of tall trees and scraggly bushes. A squirrel perched upon one of the trees squeaks and chitters as the wind knocks him off the tree limb he was so quietly sleeping upon. The gust travels unconcerned as it continues it's journey. Before long sounds begin to pervade the air; the ring of a hammer on metal, the high pitched laughter of children, and their mothers called after them. The trees and bushes give way to a large clearing that holds dozens of squat, oblong huts and other oddities. Among these oddities are the diverse and rich peoples of the Feleins.
The breeze makes the cat-peoples hair sway with its passage. Their soft, silky fur making them seem as fluid as water. Some of the huts have children running in out of the doorways, multi-colored blurs that laugh their joy. The wind passes a last lonely hut where deep chanting can be heard coming from inside. As the gust continues, a dandelion puffs out seeds that travel with it for a while until the wind continues into the forest at the other side of the clearing. It touches many more creatures, big and small, before blowing into a large strip of cleared land.
Almost as if an unseen hand directed it, the wind turned and blew along the path, gaining speed as no trees were there to block it's passage. The wind comes upon and overtakes a caravan full of wagons. They make quite a ruckus traveling along the rough terrain, startling all the woodland creatures into hiding. Upon the wagons ride members of every sentient species on the Alharan continent of Ausa. The wind keeps traveling and heads into a narrow canyon with steep, almost vertical, walls. Another group of wagons is travelling ahead, and on the wagon at the back, sits a black furred Fel'anin..
The Fel'anin is alert, with his ears perked up and his eyes glancing back and forth, taking note of every little detail that they can. Its ears twitch as it hears a sound from the side, and it turns its head to the left a bit to see a grey muzzle poke out of the canvas. The muzzle was followed by a well-toned yet slim chest covered in the same fur on the creatures face, then legs as the creature climbed up and sat down next to the cat. The creature is known as a Kaned, a hardy people who mostly choose to live on the northern continent of Vespra. The Kani are known for their prowess in war, never fearing an enemy larger or more powerful than themselves. After a few minutes the canid spoke:
"Hey Hrrika... did you get a creepy feeling about the wind just now?"
The cats whiskers twitched. "Yeah. I think theres going to be something at this town Faung, I can feel it."
The canid snorted loudly in derison. "You've said that the last ten times. When are you going to give up this fantasy of yours?"
Hrrika showed a bit of fang and growled. "Shut up! Just because you guys don't believe in the Prophecy does NOT give you guys the right to poke fun at it!"
Faung laughed and slapped the cat's back. "You're way too easy to kid Hrri. Why are you so tense all the time?"
The cat just sighed glumly and muttered, "You'll see. We'll all see."
The wind blew on ahead of them, reaching a town not far from the caravan. The breeze blew through windows and alleyways, slowly losing strength as it headed for a large hill just outside the town. As the wind travels up the side, a young human looks up from a bench outside a large house that has pipes of many different sizes going in and out of the sides.
"Hmmm?..."
The man looked up and turned his head towards the road leading into town getting a strange feeling. What the hell? His thoughts flew out of control and he fought to slow his mind down.
"Deep breaths Avar. Deep breaths." he chanted to himself.
By the time he had his mind under control the sun was almost directly overhead. The man sighed and got up to continue painting his house. The breeze gently roused his hair like a lovers caress, then quickly faded away.