I’m glad you enjoyed the last sample from a story…I am still writing. It will be called ‘Love Reunited.’ Though it is a love story with a HEA, it is also a murder mystery story which I hope you’ll enjoy. The little girl is unharmed and you even get a lesson in Family History Research (another of my hobbies and jobs). I may let you see more of the story, however this post is about a new contact who is a cousin and happened to read one of my books called ‘Enchantments – The Beginning.’
Enchantments is a fast-paced YA fantasy book introducing you to eight characters, their animals and trainers. I wrote this back in 2016 and published it in 2017. Each character has an animal which gives them energy boosts to help save the human world from the Shadows. Seven of the eight are Bul’ith, which is revealed to them in their 18th year. When they turn 21, they meet their animal and train. The animals are: Wolf, Cheetah, Falcon, Komodo Dragon, Bear, Anaconda and a Wild Boar. The 8th Bul’ith is missing, and a human takes his place without an animal.
The new cousin enjoyed the read, she asked for more. I convinced my muse to give it a go and we now have nearly 4k of a new story. I’ve put a bit below and a picture of Briar, one of the Bul’ith.
Mending Briar – Draft
Far from the battle in the city of Chantari, the young Destinies were training for the ultimate battle.
Kendrall appeared at the edge of the training square, his eyes anxiously watching the combatants engage with swords, daggers and pure animal strength. Twisting and turning, they laughed jubilantly when they outdid their betrothed.
Qwaun appeared at his side, his arms crossed over his chest.
“They’re doing well.”
“Aye, though we will need to intensify the training,” sighed Kendrall.
“The Shadows attacked several hours ago.”
“How the hell did…”
“Possible it’s something to do with the small amount of animal power they got from Briar. We’re yet to find out.”
“Tis a pity we can’t get Briar’s gem back.”
“None have survived entering the shadow realm,” he winced, seeing Ruben hit the stony ground hard, rolling to the side, so the sword missed his stomach. His right hand reached out, yanking Briar’s foot off the ground. She moved into a tumble, arching over Ruben and standing up on the other side with a huge smile.
“They are good together, though the bruising can be quite bad for both of them.”
“Tis a pity we can’t do…” he trailed off. “I’m going to the library,” Kendrall disappeared.
Joz found Kendrall with his head buried in a pile of old scroll, muttering as his finger moved through a list.
“What are you doing, Kendrall,” she touched his shoulder making him jump.
“Argh. Searching for strong small mammals.”
“Whatever for? Aren’t you meant to be…”
“It may help,” he muttered.
“Win the war,” he glanced at her with a smile. “I’ll let you know when I know.”
“Don’t forget to talk to Mistress before you do anything…”
“You know I will, Joz. Stop worrying.”
“The trouble you get into,” she murmured, walking away.
Kendrall wasn’t listening, he’d gone back to studying the list writing down names of different mammals and a couple of insects.
“So many creatures,” he sighed.
“What are you looking for, Kendrall,” said Mistress.
“I suppose Joz told you I was up to no good,” he scowled.
“Not at all. I always know when you are in Chantari,” she laughed. “Remember, I do rule here. Now tell me your idea and what it is you want. I may be able to help.”
“Briar,” he sat up, indicating his boss to sit down. “I know she can’t have energy from Dulcie due to the missing gem and her now being human. The pain would be to much for her to handle.”
“Correct, along with the scaring which could damage her strength.”
“What if we can find a small mammal or insect who has an abundance of energy and strength who could do the same job as the falcon but with less danger and scarring?”
“She can’t keep the energy inside her without the gem.”
“What if she can keep…” he bit his lip.
“An insect inside her to boost her energy.”
“Eww. I can’t see her accepting, let alone getting it to work. Let me talk to the Soul Keeper and see what he says.”
“I’ll keep looking. I’m sure there must have been more than one instance when the Shadows got lucky.”
“Talk to Joz, you know she has inherited knowledge and a deep understanding of our history. Get past your pain and be honourable to her, Kendrall. It’s time to live again. Way past time,” she shimmered from view, leaving Kendrall gaping at where she’d stood wondering what she knew.
“I know you…” her voice whispered.
“I’m not ready,” he muttered.
“You never will be unless you take your life in your hands and free yourself from your mistakes.”
“Fine,” he grumbled. Standing up he went in search of Joz—the love of his life.
Joz was writing on a scroll, her scripture perfect as she caught the history of this generation’s training and battle. Hearing footsteps, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at Kendrall’s glowering face.
“I do hope you’re going to cheer up, Kendrall.”
He swooped her into his arms, kissing her hard, making her gasp when he released her. Eyes wide, her hand trembling, touching her lips.
“I love you, Joz. Will you be mine?”
“Will you stop messing about, Kendrall. It’s not fair how you blow hot and cold all the time,” she glared.
Kendrall looked down at the marble floor, biting his bottom lip. “I’m sorry for what I’ve done. I really do want you to be mine,” he muttered, slowly lifting his face until they were looking at each other. “I had things I needed to sort out. The way things are going they’ll never get sorted. I need you to be mine.”
“I’ll think about it!” she replied. “What else did you want?”
“Mistress said you could assist with some history of our battles and the humans who’ve fought with us.”
“We’ve only had one,” she frowned.
“Can you dig deeper. Mistress is sure there are more.”
“Did you find what you were looking for earlier?”
“I’m trying to find a way to give Briar more power without weakening her with scarring. I thought a small creature with a lot of power might help.”
“She would still need a gem.”
“That’s what the Mistress said. She’s gone to talk with the Soul Keeper to see if anything can be done, if we find anything.”
“Come with me. I have a list of trainees from the last thousand years. Perhaps we can see any changes.”
“I don’t recall any. I’ve been training Bul’ith for a few thousand years now.”
“This is why we will look at the scrolls. Nobody can expect you to remember every trainee, Kendrall.”
“Which is why I’m the librarian,” she smiled. “Even then, I don’t always have full recall. Remember, I only took over seven hundred years ago.”
“So young,” he chuckled, making her blush.
“I maybe young compared to you, Kendrall, however, I have more knowledge than you,” she tapped her head.
They headed down a brightly lit hallway. The marble floor changed to wood; the hallway became gloomy the further they walked. Joz stopped outside a large carved wooden door with an intricate lock. Pressing her finger against the lock, the cogs and wheels began to move until the lock clicked open.
“You need to stay here. Do not enter or you may regret it,” she said. “I’ll be back shortly.”
“You’re not a librarian. To much knowledge can kill those who aren’t trained in the process of storage.”
Kendrall leant back against the wall opposite the open doors watching Joz enter and disappear. He raised his right eyebrow in surprise, crossing his arms and ankles he waited and waited… It seemed like an eternity was passing when Joz stepped out again, locking the doors behind her.
“Did you find what I need?”
“Fingers crossed this will answer your questions.” She cradled a thick scroll and set off back for the reading area where the light was bright. “Come on. I thought you were in a hurry!”