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  Legends of Marithia

  Book 1

  Prophecies Awakening

  Extended and Uncut Second Edition

  -by-

  Peter Koevari

  Copyright © 2012 Peter Koevari

  www.peterkoevari.com

  All rights reserved.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Special thanks to my wife for all of her support. Thanks to my literary editor Rohan Fenwick, proofreaders David Greenlees, and Holly J Fox for their support

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Cover art by Claudia Bartoli-McKinney – www.phatpuppyart.com

  Back cover art (King Arman), Kassina, Helenia, Elven Warrior, Vampire Assassin, by Guido Leber - http://goor.deviantart.com/

  Map of Marithia drawn by Holly J. Fox

  Kassina by Nicola Mcintosh - www.nicolamcintosh.com

  Map of Marithia - By Holly J Fox

  Prologue: Shadowed Origins

  “There are those who say that time can heal all wounds, but what would it take to cut someone so deep that you sever their very soul?

  There have been many in history who foolishly committed heinous acts within a mask of fear.

  Even now, we remain in hiding, awaiting the time to face the sorceress of the demon’s prophecy. The one who those of darkness believe will destroy all who live and breathe.”

  (Queen Nymira of the Dragons)

  The blisteringly cold air howling over the castle walls forced their teeth to chatter and their naked bodies to shiver uncontrollably. Their skin burned as the hemp ropes were fastened around their wrists. Three knights kept their swords drawn and pointed at the prisoners’ chests as they forced them into position, the knights’ shaky grip revealing their nervousness.

  “Off with their heads! Heretics!” the crowd chanted, shaking their fists in the air and spitting at the ground in disdain. As the knights tied the ropes around the posts, the horizon slowly began to brighten with the first hint of dawn.

  King Grueber raised his hands high in the air and bellowed, "Enough!”

  Although the king was best known in Marithia for his love of filling his stomach and his resulting plump stature, he had a reputation for cruelty that was famed across the lands. Grueber Saber was the outcast of the Saber royal family, cut off from their plentiful purse for his crimes on their people and provided with a small castle to rule as his own. Castle Praethorne overlooked the lowlands which separated him from Greenhaven and the Elven Woods. It was a land which he dared not cross, as it was said to be cursed by Shindar.

  Separated from his family and living a comparatively poor existence, he had renounced his title as a prince and chosen to ignore the rule of Marithia’s true human king, Robert Saber. Grueber had crowned himself Praethorne’s king and the people obeyed him out of both fear and desperation.

  His red garb hung loosely from his gut and jiggled with his speech. “In these times of peace, we must be vigilant in keeping our city free of unwanted visitors. We have lost countless lives to the demons and plagues that have threatened our very way of life.”

  The crowd cheered in response, and Grueber bathed in their admiration with a gleeful grin before waving their cheers down to continue his speech. He turned and pointed at the wooden posts. “We have discovered a traitor who has not only lived within our walls, and has been trusted by all of us as our high priestess sorceress, but has had the gall to harbour a descendant of the Vampire King and defy our sacred laws by bearing his child. This act of treason cannot go unpunished!”

  The crowd erupted into another chant. “Punish them! Punish them!”

  At the base of the nearest castle wall was a young girl, barely in her teens. Her clothes were torn and covered in dried blood; her sweat-drenched skin was revealed in the tears of her dress. She was caged behind the crowd, under heavy guard, and whimpered in fear as her cage was dragged into view and placed by her mother’s side. Kassina’s cage was made from solid wood, save the metal bars clamped into place over the opening.

  "She's just a little girl!" cried a woman in the crowd.

  “A little girl?” repeated King Grueber incredulously, pointing at the cage. “This abomination, half vampire and half sorceress, cannot be allowed to survive and live among us. In your eyes, she may be nothing more than a little girl, but when she grows, she will become a danger to us all! As your king, I sentence them all to die. The sins of the mother and father shall be punishable to their forbidden offspring. Bring me their heads!”

  Kassina cried with a wavering voice, “No! Mummy, save me! You have to do something!”

  Niesha looked down at her pleading daughter with tearful eyes, her voice breaking as she spoke. “My darling Kassina, I failed you… I am so sorry. There is nothing I can do! These blasted Rings of Silence—”

  "Enough!” The king sliced through her words. “Niesha, to think that the people trusted you to guide them! And you thought you could hide a descendant of the Vampire King? And get away with it? You sentenced your own daughter to death the day that you conceived her. What could you possibly have to say for yourself before you die?”

  She looked to the crowd desperately and to her frightened daughter. The realisation that the situation was helpless hit her like a shield to her face. Niesha raised her eyes furiously to meet the king’s and spat her words through quivering lips as if they were weapons laced with venom. “I love Danton! He has never harmed me or our daughter. You brand me a heretic and try to shift the guilt of your sentence, but it is you alone who are about to murder an innocent child. You are nothing but a cold-blooded pig, completely blinded by your hatred of anything you do not understand. You are no different from the demons you claim to be saving us from.”

  The crowd gasped and went quiet; only Kassina’s sobs could be heard. They all stared at the king in shock.

  Grueber’s face contorted and his voice growled, “You dare accuse your king of being a murderer? I believe my informants, and the creature to whom you bore your child is indeed a vampire. But as your king, I can show mercy. I make you this promise: if, in the next few moments, Danton is not burning from the touch of the sun, then I will let you all go. How is that for a so-called pig?”

  Kassina shook her cage so violently that the skin on her fingers broke and blood trickled down the bars. “No! Please, just let us go!”

  “Shut your trap, freak!” grunted a guard, smashing his fist hard into her cage. The other guard hit her knuckles with the hilt of his sword. Kassina hunched over and cried out in pain as she gripped her throbbing hand.

  “Damn you to the endless fires, Grueber,” spat Danton as the sun began to rise. “You are nothing but a coward with inherited power. I swear to you that our murders will be avenged, and that when the day of your death comes, your last rotten breath will be of this day’s regret.”

  Danton gritted his teeth and growled as his skin began to blister and burn. The stench of his decay filled the air and the nearest of the crowd paled as their stomach turned. Once the rays of the sun had breached his skin, he could hold back no longer
and let out a blood-curdling scream.

  “No! Danton, my love! You fat bastard, Grueber, may your soul burn for all eternity!” cried Niesha.

  Kassina broke down at the sight of her father burning in the sun. Her wailing was heard in lands far beyond the confines of the thick, lifeless castle walls. Kassina's eyes widened and she gasped when she suddenly felt invisible arms wrap around her, holding her tightly.

  A dark voice filled her mind. Kassina, it is finally time for the prophecy to be fulfilled. There is nothing I can do for your mother or father, as this will come at a great cost. But if you pledge your soul to me, I will give you power. I will make you the most feared sorceress in all the lands. You will be able to make them all pay dearly for what they have done. Not just them, but all Marithians who have forsaken you.

  “I don’t understand what you are saying. Who are you? What is a prophecy? Kill them, kill them all,” she sobbed, placing her head in her hands. She rocked back and forth, shaking her head violently.

  I am Shindar, the Demon of Darkness. It is said that a girl born of both darkness and light will destroy all living creatures and rule a new world under the Blood Red Moon. The seers have predicted your arrival for thousands of years. If you give yourself to me, I will show you how to embrace the darkness, unleash the powers sleeping within you and make everyone answer for their cruelty. But you need to decide now, as I can only save you if you allow me. And you don’t have long to decide. The window of life is closing.

  The crowd pelted Niesha with rotten vegetables and cheered. “Off with her head!”

  “No! Mummy! Leave her alone!” cried Kassina. She pressed her face up against the ice-cold bars of her cage, desperately trying to lay eyes on her mother.

  “I love you, darling. I will always—” began Niesha. Her words were cruelly interrupted, replaced by a sickening choking sound. The ringing of the blade echoed through the air. Heavy drops of steaming blood pooled near Kassina’s cage before her mother’s head fell hard to the ground in front of her. Kassina let out a primal scream as she watched the life fade from her mother’s eyes.

  “I will kill every last one of you! You will all die!” she yelled hysterically as her pain turned to a furious anger and madness that engulfed her very being. She shook her cage so violently that the guards had to use all of their weight to hold it in place. Blood streamed down her face as she pounded her head against the bars.

  “Guards, prepare to open the cage. This creature will be stoned to death!” ordered the king. The crowd erupted in cheers, excited by their unquenchable bloodlust.

  Nobody who loves you remains in the realm of Marithia, but I will always love you, Kassina, and I will let you grow to womanhood before unleashing your immortality. Do you want to be saved?

  Kassina's piercing voice echoed throughout the city, “Yes, Shindar. Save me, please!”

  The crowd laughed at her pleas while the guards readied the stoning pit. A tall man wearing a heavy robe stepped back, staring at Kassina’s cage. He stumbled backwards over loose rocks and mumbled as he ran toward the castle’s closed gates, “No! It can’t be him… we killed him! I have to get out of here - now!”

  Do you pledge your soul to the darkness, to fulfil the prophecy of the Blood Red Moon and serve me, Shindar, as your new god, and become my instrument of darkness for all eternity, to become my child?

  “Yes, I will do anything. Save me!” sobbed Kassina.

  “Nobody will save you, child,” replied the king. “It is time for you to die.”

  Repeat these words carefully after me. Liberate me ex inferis…

  “Liberate me ex inferis,” chanted Kassina as she was roughly dragged along the ground, dust blowing up from the ground to blanket her cage from sight.

  The skies darkened with thick black clouds that blotted out the sun, and the crowd erupted in panic. The guards dropped the cage in shock when they realised it was now completely empty. Kassina’s body hovered beside the cage, her eyes a fiery red, and her hair slithered unnaturally in the air as if a hundred snakes had grown from her skull. The tips formed snake heads and they hissed at the king in unison. A terrible voice exploded from her lips as Shindar spoke through her.

  “Your world will never be the same again, and your brutality will have been for nothing. The prophecy will be fulfilled and all of you will serve me in the underworld!” thundered Shindar.

  Kassina raised her arm and pointed at the scattering crowd, then turned and pointed at King Grueber. Shindar spoke through her again. “You will all die, and countless generations to follow will again live in fear until the time of the Blood Red Moon. Every last one of you will bow to me in a new world of darkness!”

  The darkening clouds rumbled and red lightning crashed into the surrounding lands. Grueber fled in fear, escaping towards the perceived safety of his turret and locking the doors behind him as he ran. His people banged on the doors and desperately pleaded for their king’s help. One of the guards swung a sword at Kassina’s neck in an attempt to decapitate her. As he swung the blade, she disappeared before their eyes. The sword cut deep into the breastplate of another guard, who screamed out in pain, his hot steaming blood spurting into the air and running down his armour. The dark clouds again rumbled loudly as rain pelted the crowd. They screamed helplessly as the rain turned to acid that melted the flesh off their bones. King Grueber could only watch from his turret window as his people’s bodies disintegrated before him. Shindar's ghastly face illuminated in the clouds, his mouth gaping wide as he sucked the souls out of their melting bodies, their white glows flew upward like fireflies and disappeared. They were now under the demon's control.

  “By the gods,” Grueber asked himself, “What have I done?”

  Kassina squinted with the bright lights of Shindar's spell. She felt herself being pulled as if she were a caught fish on a lightning-fast line, unable to control her destiny. She watched as her hair glowed and returned to its former state, flickering wildly around her vision. She brought her broken hand to her face and watched as her body healed itself. She felt no pain as she felt her bones snap back into place and her skin closed itself as if it had been seamlessly sewn back together. The blur of colours ceased as she landed harshly on the icy-cold marble floor of Shindar's dark tower, bewildered and confused.

  A familiar voice spoke nonchalantly. “Welcome to your new home in the underworld, Kassina. I am Shindar, and I apologise for how you must feel at this moment, but the magic will wear off shortly... along with the undesirable side effects.”

  She lifted her head in pain and vomited violently onto the floor. Wiping her mouth clean and blinking hard to clear her vision, the back of a tall figure hidden within a heavy ornate robe decorated with images of skulls seemed to form in front of her.

  They were in a throne room, surrounded by skeleton warriors who bowed in her direction. Shindar turned around and reached down to pick her up from the floor and gave her an affectionate embrace as she continued her sobbing. Her eyes widened and body trembled in fear as he carried her. Through quickened breaths, she asked, “What is it that you want from me?”

  “There is nothing for you to fear here, Kassina, least of all from me. You are safe now, and I would never harm you. Far from it, actually; you have been a long awaited guest in the underworld. I will take you to your quarters for you to get some rest and warm up with some tea. We will have much to discuss, and you need your strength. All will be explained to you in time.”

  Shindar gently lifted her in his arms, waiting for her body to relax before cradling her down the dark corridors. He held her close to his chest as if comforting his own daughter. Laying a gentle kiss on her head, he eased open the squeaky door to her new room, and sat her down on a warm bed. She yawned loudly between sobs and began to disrobe, but Shindar raised his hand for her to stop.

  “There is no need for you to do that, especially in front of me. When you wake, I will have one of our servants take you for a bath and see to some new clothes.”
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br />   She heard his voice, but struggled to keep her eyes open as she began to drift away to sleep. Shindar sat beside her and brought her to his lap, laying her head on his chest and stroking her hair. "I too was cast away from their world, as if everything I had done for them meant nothing. I know how you must feel, but you are home now. Sleep, my child."

  He hummed a lullaby to help her sleep. He would not be leaving her side that night. She was now his most important and cherished possession.

  Marithia had long since recovered from the ancient war against Shindar and his Forces of Darkness. Its land was a large continent surrounded by uncharted wild seas in a predominantly tropical environment. The lush landscape gave the Marithian highlands an enchanting beauty that deceptively masked the darkness within. Survivors of the war had banded together and agreed to a new age of peace. The great dragons suffered immense losses of life in the war, and retreated back to Trahoterra, the Island of Dragons. Elves and humans founded their own new settlements, as their homes had been destroyed in the war and their ruins held only bitter memories. Humans took refuge in the deserted golden city built by the ancients long ago, Greenhaven, named to symbolise both the protection found within its walls and the lush surroundings lying without. A new king was crowned to rule the lands and order was swiftly restored. However, not all humans wanted to live inside the walls of Greenhaven, opting instead to build their own settlements which were scattered throughout Marithia.

  The elves moved to the familiar territory of the woods, and used their enchantments and magic to found Veldrenn, the Elven City. Amid this segregation, vampires, who were no longer under Shindar’s control, wandered the lands aimlessly, feeding off anything they could find. The elves publicly declared that no vampire would be tolerated within the walls of Veldrenn after the Vampire King had allied with Shindar’s Forces of Darkness. Humans were more forgiving toward vampires, much to the dismay of the elves. Vampires were allowed to live among them and were treated as citizens of Greenhaven, providing they agreed to abide by the laws of Greenhaven. Breeding between human and vampire was strictly forbidden and vampires were allowed to feed off prisoners and animals only. Any vampire descendants of royal blood were excluded from the agreement, and would be killed on sight.