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Oppression: Book One
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Publisher:  Create Space ISBN-10:  1442105801 Type: 
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190

Copyright:  March 10, 2009 ISBN-13:  9781442105805
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The land of Rundäë has known peace for many years. In a swift turn of events, the world is plunged into chaos when a self-proclaimed emperor leads a worldwide invasion. Cities are destroyed, people are killed and taken captive. The last remnant of defense is the Coalition, a small force of survivors who have chosen to fight back.

A lone wizard, hiding his magical power, holds what might be the world's only chance at survival. Does he have the strength to do what is right, or will he walk the path of selfishness? Will he trade his life's goal of revenge to aid the people of Rundäë, or will he leave them to the coming darkness?

The land of Rundäë has known peace for many years. In a swift turn of events, the world is plunged into chaos when a self-proclaimed emperor leads a worldwide invasion. Cities are destroyed, people are killed and taken captive. The last remnant of defense is the Coalition, a small force of survivors who have chosen to fight back.

A lone wizard, hiding his magical power, holds what might be the world's only chance at survival. Does he have the strength to do what is right, or will he walk the path of selfishness? Will he trade his life's goal of revenge to aid the people of Rundäë, or will he leave them to the coming darkness?

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When the sun touched the canopy of the Divine Forest, it was a spectacular sight. The foliage was composed entirely of flawless emeralds. Giant trees towered over the surrounding landscape, their beauty and might a testament of the faded glory of ages past. The forest covered a vast distance, taking up most of the eastern geography of the continent. Located in the center of the expanse was a small clearing called Arkaralis—Haven of the Gods. It was a sacred place, general belief holding that the deities of creation stood in that very place when they created the many diverse races.

A lone figure stood amidst the fringes of the clearing. The scent of war reached his nostrils as a slight breeze blew in from the west. The air was laced with the horrible smell of rotting flesh and of smoke from the burning cities. His shoulder-length blonde hair whipped about, obscuring his vision. Exhaling sharply, he forced a few thin strands off his lips.

Orin was of average height, falling a few inches short of six feet. He was clad in white robes of silk, an indication that he was a member of the Coalition. The phoenix emblem on his right sleeve represented his rank as a general. Sheathed at his side was a xiphos; a double-edged, single-handed blade. An antique from ancient times, it was passed down through Orin’s family over the generations. Etched down the silver blade were many runes, most of which could no longer be deciphered, for the language had been long since dead. There was a single word in the common language, located near the hilt of the blade, which read “Sorandra.”

Orin came here often, either to hide from the prying eyes of the Emperor, or to reflect on events happening within the realms across Rundäë. He was a man ruled by meticulous morals; insightful, and a tactical genius on the battlefield. His thoughts moved from the beauty of Arkaralis to the war that raged across the land.

It seemed that everyone was being assailed by the invading armies. Many cities lay under siege, hundreds taken as slaves, and still thousands more lay dead. Things were becoming so chaotic and hopeless. “Cursed war,” he muttered almost inaudibly, feeling overwhelmed by the whole situation. Today he came to the forest for a brief respite from the stresses of the world. Orin had seen many wars in his lifetime, but they paled in comparison to this one. This wasn’t war; this was invasion. His focus drifted off momentarily, allowing the glowing beauty of the precious stone leaves to bathe him.

Then something caught his attention, a slight shift in the air, as well as the soft crunch of lifeless twigs. Instincts coming into play almost immediately, Orin rolled backwards into the tree line, coming to rest on one knee, sapphire eyes shifting about; attempting to glimpse whatever had made the noise. Warily, one of them stepped into view. A soldier; probably a scout. Easily seven feet in height, he stood with his sword drawn, black eyes looking about.

Concealed by the trees, Orin was out of the large being’s immediate field of vision. Distinguishing the uniform and royal insignia of the imperial army, Orin feared that Emperor Bael had learned of the holy place. His mind was reeling, thinking rapidly of what he might do. His hand slid down to the hilt of his sword, thinking to take his chances and meet the warrior in close combat. The possibility of more than one scout being present changed his mind. He reached down and withdrew a cross-bow from inside his onyx boots. The tiny weapon was designed for the singular purpose of being concealed. Mainly used by assassins, few others actually used them; possibly for fear they may be taken as one of the silent killers. To Orin, any weapon that would spare his life was a good one.

Positioning the small—yet lethal—bolt into place, he looked back up at his target before setting the crossbow against the tree that hid his presence. He took aim, seeking to kill the scout with one shot. The only noise was a soft click as the release mechanism sent the silver tipped projectile airborne, flying across the clearing and surprising the tall brute as it passed through his left eye and slammed into the back of his skull.

The scout’s body jerked suddenly as blood spurted forth from the gaping hole in his head. The tall form continued to stand for a brief moment before collapsing to the ground with a dull thud; obviously dead.

Orin stood completely still, hardly even breathing as he waited to see if there was anyone else in the tree line beyond his vision. No one else having emerged, Orin gradually stepped out from behind his cover … and narrowly missed being impaled by an arrow as it struck the tree beside him.

Spinning on the heel of his boot, he dove back into concealment—cursing himself. He should have known better. It nearly cost him his life. Orin supposed the initial shock of seeing the Emperor’s soldiers in this sacred forest was what had thrown off his judgment.

He was getting too old for this.

Placing his back against the tree he was using as a shield, he gingerly peered out into the clearing. Good fortune was with him as the archer came running out of the brush, believing the thump against the tree was his intended victim. Halting suddenly, the scout looked about in a confused manner, searching for his rewarded shot. The archer was as tall as his comrade, only much more muscular. Nevertheless, Orin was determined to survive this encounter as he had so many others.

Knowing the imperial soldier was distracted—and not daring to waste the hand that Fate had given him—Orin quickly unsheathed his antique blade and charged forward, falling into that trance-like state, the warrior incarnate. Having rushed the preoccupied scout, the Coalition soldier had the element of surprise. Slashing across horizontally, a crimson streak appeared across the archer’s back, staining through his imperial uniform.

Retracting his blade and leveling it, Orin extended his arms and spun about in a complete circle, slamming the sword into his enemy’s ribcage. As the blade bit into flesh, it began to glow with a fierce blue tint. The xiphos sliced through the scout’s flesh as though it were paper, continuing through the bone and sinew, and right out the other side of his torso. Orin watched as the top half of his enemy’s body fell to the ground before him, covering the soil in a bloody mess.

The Coalition soldier stood there, trying to grasp what had just happened. His mind reeling not from the carnage of the fight—for he was no novice to combat by any means—but at his sword. The blade had never performed like that before, and he couldn’t recall anything like it from his family’s history. Unexpectedly he found himself extremely weak and he struggled to keep his balance. Disoriented, he fell; dropping to the soft ground as the blackness of unconsciousness overtook him.


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