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Luxatra, The World of the Gifted
Category:
Fantasy
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform; 1 edition
ISBN-10: 1489576355
Type: Fiction
Pages: 308
Copyright: June 21, 2013
ISBN-13: 9781489576354
Price: $0.99 (eBook)
In part two of The Gifted, battles are fought, family bonds are forged, and secrets are revealed.
Rhea didn't wake up one morning and decide to become a magical, sword-wielding warrior, but it happened just the same. Now she wants to know why. Joined by her two new friends, Daen and Randell, the threesome is confronted by hardened warriors in bloody sword fights as they seek the answers to Rhea's questions and fight to save the people of Luxatra.
The Libraim, a large mass of energy, endows some of the people of Luxatra with special powers to help them maintain balance in their world. From time to time, balance and free will is threatened by forces beyond the Luxatrans' understanding and control, that's when the Libraim has been known to help. Unable to directly intervene with the way of life in Luxatra, the Libraim grants one individual the ability to connect with it, to channel its strength and powers to right what is wrong.
Although generations have come and gone since the last channel was needed, the Libraim has foreseen the need for one now ... or that's what guardian Daen Mallaur believes when he finds Rhea Canton and learns where she is from and what she can do. Armed for battle, Rhea, Daen, and his friend Randell Young seek answers while confronted by spies, assassins, and hardened warriors.
Excerpt
The sound of Doaran's boots echoed in the long torch-lit tunnel leading to the Seer's sanctuary, an ancient cave within the Kinling Mountains. Since the beginning of the Libraim's histories, the sanctuary had been a place where those gifted with visions could see most clearly and without distraction.
He knew she would be expecting him. The veil between worlds had opened just a few hours ago, ready to receive, and he needed to know if there was any sign that the prophecy would be fulfilled. Doaran had started making this walk after the Seer advised Daen of his mission, after Daen had disappeared, a little over 18 years ago.
He stopped at the heavy wooden doors that hid the gifted seers from prying eyes. The knowledge obtained by the seers was not to be shared with just anyone—the future was not theirs to change. Visions of missions were the only bits of information the seers passed on, as it was believed to be their responsibility.
He gripped the iron handle and pressed the latch. The massive door slid open with ease, as if inviting him in. He stepped quietly inside and closed the door.
She sat with her back to him, on a stack of pillows in front of an opening in the cave wall. The sanctuary was located just a few feet below the rocky surface of the Kinling Mountains. He couldn't see her face but he knew her white eyes were open, staring out nature's window and seeing that which no one else could see.
Behind her, her fellow guardians, each with the gift of visions, sat with their eyes closed watching the world around them, waiting for the Libraim to send them a request.
A cool breeze whipped through the opening in the mountain's wall as Midori turned towards him, her long black hair swirling in the wind's wake. She lifted her white eyes to meet his and held his gaze. "They are here."
Doaran strained to control his excitement. "So the prophecy will be fulfilled?"
Midori dipped her head once. "It has started." She turned back to the opening. "Now we must wait."
Doaran turned on his heel and briskly left the sanctuary, returning the way he'd come; the elders and his peers would be the next to know. He reached the end of the tunnel and stepped into the cool storage room, closing the doors to the tunnel behind him.
Passing crates filled with supplies, barrels of wine, and stores of food, Doaran climbed the stone steps, carved out of the mountains rock, to the main floor meeting hall. Before him, the darkness of the vast chamber was tempered by a scattering of torches hanging along the walls, casting enough light to see only a few of the wood plank tables and benches that occupied the space.
He turned left, away from the tables, to a set of open doors at the end of the room. Darkness was upon Luxatra, but that didn't keep him from seeing those who sat around the table of decisions, waiting for his report. They would not retire, for what remained of the night, until the Seer's message had been delivered.
The heels of Doaran's boots gave notice of his approach, drawing all eyes to him as he entered the room and closed the doors. He proceeded to the head of the table where he stood and looked into the faces of the men and women who'd waited patiently, yet anxiously, to know. "They are here. The prophecy has come to be."
The rumble of voices, each commenting on top of the other, filled the room.
Doaran could see the excitement, as well as the concern, on their faces and in their body language. He remained standing, silently watching, as word of Daen's return was rejoiced and discussed.
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