Category: Fantasy ISBN-10: 1512389072
Type: Fiction
Pages: 198
Copyright: May 26, 2015
ISBN-13: 9781512389074
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
Arcadis is furious. He must go to Warland to save the senior members of the Convocation from the wizards. To do so could entail annihilating a race of magical beings. And if going to war with the wizards weren't enough, there is an immensely powerful ancient three headed being which is coming for something that was taken from them eons and eons ago. Colored magic.
Arcadis is furious. He must go to Warland to save the
senior members of the Convocation from the wizards.
To do so could entail annihilating a race of magical
beings. And if going to war with the wizards weren't
enough, there is an immensely powerful ancient three
headed being which is coming for something that was
taken from them eons and eons ago. Colored magic. It
theirs and they want it back. As it sucks up every known
realm of its power, can Arcadis save his world, and all of
the other magical realms? Find out with the continuing
saga of Arcadis's plight.
Excerpt
Rallying up hundreds upon hundreds of diverse colored powered sorcerers within twenty-four hours was going to be a daunting and arduous task. Never before had the opportunity arisen which required any sorcerer or Regulator to call up and mobilize its warriors to do battle with other magical powered beings. Lord Quill had seen to that. His excursion in 1665 to Berlin had prevented skirmishes from the warlocks and wizards from becoming an all out war.
I am Arcadis Ander Gildeon, and I am a red powered sorcerer, and I am the Overseer of the Regulators, an elite group of secondary powers whose sole job is to protect the primary colored powered beings. Especially the Convocation, which comprised the three most senior members of the red, blue, and yellow power bases. The person in charge was my mother, a primary red power. She had forged into the wizard's lair to find our missing Regulators and a Chronicler. Apparently she had been captured as well. I found that disturbing because I didn't think the wizards were that powerful or had the guts to try.
I knew very little about Anala, the king of the wizards. The book of spells that had been singed into my brain while battling a rebel named Jackson, spoke very little about him.
All I knew with certainty was that I was ordered to amass the primaries and secondaries in case we failed in our mission and a war broke out. But I had no intention of failing. They had my mother, and friends, an unacceptable predicament.
The first publised in a exciting series of books set in a world where Magic is scoffed at in some Kingdoms, but it is the driving force behind the power of the crown in others. In fact, the very choice of who wears the crown of Westfeld is made by t
