A Prophecy Forgotten is the first in the Elysian Chronicles trilogy. It’s a Tolkein-meets-Clancy fantasy novel about guardian angel warfare and treason that embodies the themes of faith, hope and living according to your purpose through a fantasy fiction story.
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The Elysian Chronicles takes place both on Earth and in the demension of Heaven's Realm, which is home to such creatures as unicorns, dragons, sprites, gnomes, minotaurs, and the dreaded mornachts. A Prophecy Forgotten, the first book in the series, tells the story of Davian, a battle-hardened major in the special operations division of the guardian angel military. While Davian is on assignment deep in enemy territory, he is called back and sent to Earth to guard seven-year-old Tommy - a boy who has been prophesied to save Earth. As Davian guards Tommy, he discovers that some of his fellow soldiers are plotting to kill the leaders of his homeland and take power. He must find a way to return home and warn his government before the traitors can succeed.
An excerpt from A Prophecy Forgotten:
Seraph Zephor bumped into Major Davian outside the Treetop Inn the night before the major was to leave on a six-month-long mission. Davian ignored the bump. Instead he stared at the sky, and his lips moved in a bare whisper as though he was repeating something from memory.
“Clear night,” Zephor said.
Davian barely nodded and continued to stare at the sky. “No moon tonight, sir.”
“Ah! A new moon.”
Davian said nothing.
“So is that bad luck, Major?” continued Zephor, “leaving on a mission under a new moon, or is something else—?”
“How many stars are in Capral’s horn, Seraph?”
“What? I don’t know. Four? Five? What’s with you, Davian?”
“Four. There have always been four.” Davian pointed to the constellation of Capral, the great unicorn seer. “Tonight I see five.”
Zephor stared at the new star on the tip of Capral’s horn. “So do you want to tell me how a new moon and a new star have managed to distract you this much?”
“I was just thinking, Seraph. Do you remember in the Runes, where it says, ‘When Capral’s horn stretches toward the waning moon’…?”
The feathers in Zephor’s wings stood straight up and goose bumps ran down his arms and legs. “The prophecy?” he whispered.
“That’s what I’m thinking, sir.”