horseback come storming up the hill. Their bows are strung with arrows and they're ready to be released. Temujin the leader of these warriors comes raging at Quan with his bow drawn, The Mongol leader is ready to return Quan's gift. The arrowhead is still red hot.
Quan looks up from his meal and just smirks at Temujin and his warriors. He doesn't need to talk to the Mongolian leader; regarding what he's going to do with that glowing red hot arrow.
Temujin starts talking very loud, "How dare you fire this arrow into my tent. Monk as I see you dressed like one. That won't save your hide!?"
"Just like a warrior all brute strength and no brains, or manners. Calm down Temujin sit down with me and have some meat to eat. We can discuss the arrow that you say I fired at your Ger," said Quan offering Temujin a piece of meat.
The Mongolian doesn't realize that the monk knows his name even though Temujin hasn't introduced himself. The Mongolian only snarls. That is his reply.
"There is a sacred law that once food is offered to a Mongolian visitor, the visitor cannot violate this law. Otherwise, they insult their host and that can have dire consequences for the visitor," said Quan as he again offers some of his meal to his uninvited guests.
Temujin says in return with the bow still taunt, "You worthless monk! You proclaim you're a monk yet, I see a bow on your back that means to me, you're a warrior also. You have the nerve to hide behind sacred laws!"
Quan replies, "Truer words never spoken, Temujin. But I don't hide behind words. I merely follow our custom. Now if you violate them. Then the Great Lord of the Skies will punish you if you kill me. Although; that might be a bit more difficult, even with the twenty guards that came with you." The warrior takes another bite of the rabbit meat, he again offers his guests meat with a waving gesture of his left hand to come and partake of his simple meal.
Temujin laughs and then says. "So how is it you know my name?"
"Nothing is hidden from me Mongol, nothing at all," said Quan his as voice drops to a whisper. Now the warrior in him is speaking.
"Now you brag like a warrior who isn't afraid to die. Well let's see if that's true. I'll return your gift," said Temujin. The Supreme Mongolian Warrior lets the red-hot arrow fly at Quan's left hand.
Quan sees the arrow coming at him. He grabs his staff with his right hand and deflects the arrow towards one of the guards. The guards let their own arrows fly. The warrior-monk stands and waves his staff and in a sweeping motion from left Quan to right. Twenty one arrows that were flying at him are turned around in mid-flight and they return to the archers that shot them. The twenty riders are hit by their own arrows and are consumed by fire. Temujin is pierced by the arrow and he's not killed by it nor consumed by fire.
The Mongol falls off his horse and hits the rocky dirt with a thudding grunt. He grabs his left shoulder where the arrow is lodged. Temujin doesn't yelp in pain. His eyes show their anger and also amazement at the feat Quan did.
Temujin says in short raspy breaths, "Who are you demon? No man could have done what you just did!?"
Quan calmly walks toward the fallen Mongol with his staff marking the passage of time. He bends down and looks into Temujin's face. The warrior-monk grabs the shaft of the arrow and twists it even deeper into the Mongolian chief.
"This is what you understand. Force is the only thing that can dominate a man like you. I defeated you and your warriors. Now, I can kill you and I will disappear into the night and your whole encampment of warriors would never catch me. You see my horse is bigger than any of yours. It can out run any of your horses. So I don't need to worry."
For the first time in a long time; Temujin fears for his life. He has just been named chief of all chiefs in Mongolia. This infernal being can undo what he has long battled to achieve.
Temujin says, "Alright, demon what do you want?"
"Now that I have your attention, listen to my proposal." Quan pulls out the arrow from the Mongolian's shoulder and the wound heals instantly. He helps Temujin up.
The Supreme Mongolian Chief said, "Speak your mind!"
Quan replies as he leans on his staff, "Just let me be one of your advisors and friend might Temujin. That is all I ask. Be advised if you try to kill me. I will wipe out your entire race. The Mongols will vanish into the dust of history, Not even a memory of race will survive. Is that understood, Temujin!" The warrior-monk grabs the Mongolian's right hand and shakes it. A burning circle is implanted onto his palm. The pact is sealed whether Temujin wants it or not.
Temujin smiles in return and squeezes Quan's hand real hard. The pain is immense to the Mongol's palm. "So be it, demon."
Quan said, "So be it!" The warrior-monk slams his staff to the ground and the echo of it resounds thru the valley and it sounds like thunder rumbling overhead.
The Origins of the Dragon Swords
A man with a scar that runs across his right eye down to his nose is studying a map that is lying down on an immense oak table. His black eyes scan the map. He reaches for a crystal goblet; that's full of mead. He grabs the crystal goblet with his right hand. He takes a big gulp and empties the goblet. He throws it into the fireplace.
The shards of the broken crystal goblet form a prism of colors. For one brief second one of the shards lights up the room. The image of two swords flash across the room as the light reflects off the shard of glass. . Both swords almost identical; yet each one has a distinct feature that lets you know each sword is different. The two swords are broadswords.
One sword is shaped like a black dragon. The wings of the dragon form the guard of the sword, while its legs hold the steel blade. The body of the dragon forms the pommel of the sword. It's the jaw of the dragon that catches your attention. In its jaw the dragon is holding a blackish-purplish orb of some sort. The orb pulsates with a power that scares the King. A dark evil power permeates from the orb; an ominous warning for the King.
The twin sword is a gold dragon. Its wings are the hand guard. The legs of the legendary magnificent beast hold a steel blade with golden that run down the center of the blade.
This is the superior even the king knows this in heart, not the black one.
The body of the magnificent beast is the pommel. In the gold dragon's mouth it has a golden orb that glows like the sun. The power of this orb offers peace, hope, faith and most of all love. Love the one eternal element evil cannot ever defeat.
A voice is heard in the King's mind. "These swords I reveal to you mighty king. They'll play a pivotal role in the future of your kingdom and your world. My sons who are the gods of your world have taken them from their Mother Goddess. Many innocents will fall because of my carelessness due to these swords. The Black Dragon sword is in possession of my younger son. He is evil and twisted. He will create a proxy who will do his bidding. His ultimate masterpiece; and ironically his downfall he just doesn't want to accept his fate. He is doomed to fail. He denies the fates. In spite of his flaws I love my son. I shall redeem him once the swords are back in my possession."
The King staggers back to his seat as he sees the images flash in his head of the horror that lies ahead for him and his world. In the vision he sees another continent he did not know existed. Alas he will not get to explore it.
The King asks the voice," Who are thou? Why do you show me these visions of woe unto me?"
"I am one with you as you are one with me. I encompass everything and yet nothing at the same time. Heed this last piece of information I shall show you. It will comfort you when you hour comes to pass on to the afterlife. The elder brother is the good kind God he has three assistant gods that help him carry out his tasks. His younger brother grew envious of him. When he developed the gift to create life in the world they both created initially. He tried to replicate his brother's abilities, but failed miserably, only because his heart harbored envy and jealousy. That is why he took refuge in the Nether-World and took over the souls of the departed. This became his realm and domain. I give you their names. Jadelis the God of Light. Tiñeblas the G
od of Darkness. Remember them for Tineblas shall send his proxy to your kingdom. You will not recognize him until it's too late. I am sorry my son. But this is your fate King of Alvoderan."
The King screamed, "NOOOOOOOOO?!"
His guards burst into the room weapons drawn. The King is in a drunken stupor. Slashing, his sword around at anything that is near him. The guards tackled their Liege and take away his sword. He stopped struggling once he felt he was overwhelmed. He fell into a deep sleep and was carried to his room.
His royal advisor stood in the shadows. No one noticed him. He just smiled so the king has been warned, too bad for he will not live to see the sun rise. The king dies tonight and the advisor will take over the throne. After all waiting for three hundred years is a long time for Xandoran to wait. He is really an elf in human guise. A dark elf bent on seeking revenge and destroying the world. That has caused him so much grief. When he was a very young elf; everything that was rightfully his by birth right was taken away, and not by his choice.
Xandoran turns and taps his staff on the stone floor. His black sword is ready. The orb started to pulsate earlier this evening. It had not done that since the dark lord gave him that sword over a thousand years ago. His trusted friend has the golden one. Together both swords will defeat Jadelis and his three minor gods.
Darkness shall rule the world. Everyone will fear the name Xandoran and bend their knees in submission to him and his God Tiñeblas.
(This is a teaser prequel to a book called To Deny the Fates: Shaman's Enigma coming soon).
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