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Fantasy by Richard S. Tuttle
Origin Scroll is a fantasy novel about three formerly insignificant young people who will meet and unite their special abilities to challenge the evil sorcerer, Sarac, before he destroys the Universes.
The world is in peril. The Evil sorcerer, Sarac, seeks an ancient document, the Origin Scroll. This ancient tome contains the knowledge to control the existence of the Universes. Sarac will stop at nothing to obtain the Origin Scroll and the fate of the Universes rest with three unknown children.Alex Tork is a lumberman learning the trade from his father in a small village in the frontier region of Targa.Oscar Dalek lives with his mother in a town on the Targa-Cordonia border. The family’s survival rests with the boy’s abilities to salvage whatever he can from the caravans crossing the border.Jenneva Roth lives with her aged uncle in western Targa. Unfortunately, her uncle’s health is failing and she must travel across the country to live with relatives..
Jenneva stood atop Kalas Mountain, the tallest peak in the Boulders, arms outstretched murmuring the incantation. Below her the goblin army campfires spread from horizon to horizon. Tens of thousands of ghastly beasts waiting for the spring thaw so they could surge forward and destroy every living thing in their path. Jenneva smiled as the ground began to rumble. Huge slabs of rock broke away from the faces of the mountains and began to tumble down onto the goblin encampments below! Whole bands of goblins were being crushed by thousands of pounds of solid rock! Further out, the earth was tearing itself apart. Enormous fissures were opening in the ground and goblin encampments were disappearing into the voids.
Panic set into the amassed army. Goblins were running everywhere. Jenneva knew she could not destroy even half of them this way, but ten or twenty thousand fewer goblins would help the King’s Army.
Far to the north, Sarac jumped to his feet. “I’ve got him! Finally the old fool noticed the army. I was beginning to think he was dead.”
“Sarac,” Mordac called, “you had better look at this. It’s not Egam!”
Sarac strode over to the crystal ball. “What do you mean it’s not Egam? Who else could do this? Not even . . .” He peered into the ball at the image of Jenneva standing atop the mountain. “Who is this? Someone with this power and I’ve never heard of her? What are my Black Devils doing with their time? Look at her, she’s magnificent.”
“Sarac, she’s destroying your army,” Mordac pleaded.
“Oh, she can’t destroy them with those spells. She’ll kill quite a few, but not enough to make any difference. As long as the army remains a threat, I don’t care how many she kills. But her power, that I can admire . . . I could use her skills.”
“But that is not a great feat for you, Sarac. I have seen you perform much harder spells.”
“Yes, of course, but that is me. How many magicians do you know that could accomplish what she is doing? And she is so young and innocent looking. I must have her! I must control her!”
Sarac stood by the window and transformed himself into a great raven.
Jenneva looked down at the destruction and was pleased. Now she had to prolong winter. Again, she issued an incantation. Freezing winds blew from the north. Snow and ice began falling from the sky. She watched the little figures below her running in all directions.
She sensed the Vibrations coming closer. So, he was on his way. Good. It was time they met. The raven came closer and swooped down on the peak. Sarac transformed himself and spoke. “How dare you play with my toys?”
Jenneva laughed wickedly. “Your toys wanted to play. If you wish to keep your toys, you should present them with better manners. I don’t take kindly to animals that accost me.”
Sarac waved his hand over the valley. “You did this because some goblins had problems with your genteel personage?”
“Oh, you think an apology would have been sufficient? Of what significance are these creatures?”
Sarac laughed. He liked her style. “I thought perhaps you might be here to preserve the Kingdom.”
“The Kingdom?” she laughed. “Now you’re beginning to sound like that old fool, Egam. Him and his precious Targa . . . pitiful.”
Sarac was curious. “Are you telling me that you studied under Egam? Surely you didn’t learn that spell from him?”