WINNER 2ND PLACE in THE HOLIDAY WRITERS AWARDS Fantasy category.
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A Northern Warlord seeks the ultimate power - to rule over all of Halon. To achieve this he intends to sacrifice innocents to the magical creatures of Pharao'er, ancient dragon...
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The shore stretched further than the eye could see. Its sands glittered, sunbeams dancing off the minuscule grains transforming the coastline into a golden crown bedecked in precision cut diamonds. This was a hallowed continent.
Blessed with all the elements and minerals vital for a rich and vibrant homeland, the peoples and creatures of Halon thrived in a fertile and relatively peaceful land.
It had its share of troubles, its battles, as did any land where the varied populace had a difference of opinion, but overall it seemed celestial intervention maintained balance on this fruitful, beautiful land. It had remained unspoiled for aeons.
Until now.
To the west, lay the Isles of Pharao'er, a group of sacred, mystical islands which remained largely unexplored by the denizens of Halon; and with good reason. This was home to the Custodian of the Elements, Keeper of the Equilibrium and leader of the deities of Pharao'er.
The inhabitants of these Isles numbered but five. All were Marshalls, powerful creatures with the ability to control the elements - Tieghwra, who stood guard over Water; Zelrianth, of Earth, Pyreous, of Fire; Ayldrias, of Air. Overseeing them all, Garit, father to all.
For many lifetimes they had manipulated the seasons and the elements bringing harmony, feracity and a manageable environment for the peoples of Halon. They had given and taken life but only in accordance with what was deemed necessary to have stability throughout the lands.
But something had changed. A new influence had arisen; one of the Halions' own making. It violated the ways of the Marshalls; it cared not for harmony, nor unity. It only destroyed that which stood in its way or took what served its purpose without any consideration to the natural laws. It was a nefarious plan of the few. It stemmed from greed, a sense of superiority above all other life, a drive for the ultimate power. Domination of the masses.
Now, the stain of hate discoloured the seas, marred the lands and was fast destroying the people's belief in the majesty of the Marshalls. They were slipping into legend.
