I took a writing hiatus to commit to a BA and shelved my completed work. I am currently Editing The Fallen, which perhaps could become the first Book in my Viekat Series.
The Fates, brother’s using Earth as a battlefield to see who shall take over their father’s domain have set the final battle, just as Jehanne, the missing Fallen returns to her family. The Light’s Fallen have walked through time, reborn to battle against the Purests, sacrificing themselves in each life to protect humans and Viekat from the Fates’ cruel war. The Fallen must return to Moonlight, 50 years after the Exodus, in order to recover their lost Blood memories and make their final choice to Rise in the war against the Purest or let the Earth fall. Though each of the Fallen chose to Fall in the beginning, this time it is not such an easy choice, as Jehanne has spent hundred of years in the flames of her death at the hands of the human puppets of the Purest and this life has not renewed her hope that humanity or Viekat Blood should continue.
This book will begin at the End of The Chosen Series, with the journey of the Light’s 10 Fallen Champions. Where The Chosen Series sets up the world of the Viekat, The Fallen series expands into other Universes and opens the world up to the “others,” beings from other universes. I currently have 4-5 projects working and folding into each other. I am going to map the the two Series Characters, as the Fallen have played pivotal roles in human history (Alexander the Great, Cleopatra, Jehanne d’Arc).
I look forward to any feedback or comments. I am a little rusty, but let me have it.
Preface
The End is Only the Beginning
The lake was surrounded by all the war weary Viekat fighting on both sides of the War. They were scattered, cleaved, exhausted, and surrendering to the black abyss seeping in from their blood loss. As the Chosen’s Blood leached into the ground, it began flowing like rivers into the lake, and the waters began to shimmer. Tristian struggled to pull Mirlayna away from the shimmering tendrils of magic reaching out for her limp body, calling to her the glowing depths of the lake.
“Let her go,” Aunt Delphene whispers into his ear, as she gently pulls at his shoulders. “She has a destiny and only Time knows what that is. Yours is to wait and be here for your people, as she would want you to be.”
Rynald carefully takes Mirlayna’s limp body from Tristian’s stunned arms and carries her into the water. He could feel that she was still inside her body, but only barely. Rynald’s wolf seemed to sense that it was Time calling to her from the lake and there was no danger. As they lay her in the water, the tendrils of magic wrap her up and pull her down to the heart of the lake.
Tristian awakens from his shock and begins to thrash against Delphene’s arms that had replaced the warmth that had been Mirlayna’s only a moment ago. “Let me go! She will die if I don’t go to her,” he shouts at Delphene, as he throws her aside. He runs to the water, but is blocked by his Alpha, Rynald, but this time that sway did not matter to him or his wolf. There was something stronger calling out to him and he had to get passed the giant obstacle in front of him. There was only one way that he was going to do it and that was with magic. Tristian reaches out his hands and places them roughly on Rynald’s massive shoulders and blasts through him with all his magic, throwing him over his shoulders onto the shore incapacitated. “I am sorry, he silently growls to his family, as he chases Mirlayna to the depth, his life’s blood that he could feel slipping further and further away from him. Tristian struggles against the swirling tide that was beginning to envelope him. It was an undertow of blood from the battle forming, unseen at the heart of the lake. Something inside of him told him to surrender to the tide and when he and his wolf let go, the tendrils of Time took over and dragged him to the depths of the lake.
Once at the bottom of the lake, Tristain found Mirlayna’s lifeless body, in the throes of Time’s torrential storm. She was cast about in a snow globe of shimmering magic, which was now pulling him in. He reaches out and wraps his arms around his precious mate, silently trying to make a deal with Time. “Please take me, let her live. She is the strong one, our people need her, not me.”
He knows there is no use begging Time for a moment with her, he only had to surrender to what was to be and when he finally stopped fighting, the storm around them subsided. Mirlayna’s eyes flutter open and she gives her mate a weak smile.
“I thought you would never stop fighting Time.” Her fangs bare, with the hunger that only a substantial Blood loss could bring. Her skin was shimmering, absorbing the Blood Magic that was pooling around them. “I thought I was really gone. She tried to drag me down in depths before her soul extinguished, but I guess Time had other plans for me,” she manages another smile, but this one was stronger.
Tristian wraps her up in his arms, so he could feel her strength returning to her. “Why didn’t you tell me what you were going to do?”
“I knew you would try to stop me and the moment I knew the answer so did she, so I had to act, before she tried to gain control and stop me. She had my wolf hostage already and it was all I could do to end her terror inside me. She was going to make me kill all of you and save my soul for the last to be slaughtered. She was going to take over and I acted with a purely selfish motive, really. She was not going to have you. She thought me weak minded and that our Bond was tentative. She didn’t guess the depth of the Love that I feel for you, I think I didn’t even really know until that moment. We had spent so much time taking care of the others, that we never paused to see what our Bond really meant to us. Tristian, if I lost you. We wouldn’t survive it, it really is my heart beating in your chest and you are here.” Mirlayna takes Tristan’s head and lowers it to her chest. “We are inside each other’s souls and that is the only reason that you hold such sway over Time. Without each other we don’t exist.”
Time’s door opens in front of them and they step through together into a room they had never seen before. It was completely white, glowing from some unseen place and the air was completely still, almost like moving through water, acting against them. The women she knew as Mother Goddess steps forward to greet them, embracing them as her own.
“My truest Blood children, you have found your way home. This is the door home for your family, but not for you. Delphine was right in a way. You all have a deeper destiny beyond this task that was laid before you. You have been tried, battle-tested, and only you know the sacrifices that must be made to walk the path of the Light. Nevertheless, you have a choice in this destiny. However, I must warn you, once the choice is made, it will be made for all of you. So please measure your family responsibly, the window is very short for you to decide.”
Tristian and Mirlayna hold onto each other and wonder what the decision is that needs to be made, but before they could ask The Goddess continues. “You can return home and leave the earth to the whims of our Brother’s, The Fates or remain and be the keepers of Earth until the Fallen rise again. If you chose to remain, you will from this day, remain frozen in Time, never aging, always watching over My Blood that still courses on earth. You alone will guard the doorway home, but will never be able to step through and your spirits and your children’s spirits will forever be a part of this world, for as long as my Blood remains. When you return you will open the doorway and let the exodus begin. Once this doorway is closed the only other doorway will be through the pools and only all of you together will be able to open it. That is your warning and your choice. Whatever you decided, know that you are loved and I will always be here in the heart Time waiting for you.”
Before they could respond, they found themselves being thrust to the surface of the lake. They were cast like fish to the shore with their family standing over them. Aunt Del was staring at Mirlayna with knowing eyes. “We are all with you child. Whatever you and Tristian decide, we stand with you.”
Mirlayna could tell that Aunt Del knew, the way only a Seer could know of the Goddesses hand in this moment, Time had whispered to her, telling her the secrets from the depths. She reaches out to Tristian’s heart and didn’t even have to ask, they were staying. But she knew that she needed to put it to the other members of her family.
Tristian takes her hand in his and raises her into his arms. Kissing her on her forehead for strength. “We have a decision to be made,” she silently whispers to her family. “We stay and this is the way we shall always be, as will be our children, if we chose to have them, or we all go home and leave earth, abandoning it and our remaining Blood to the whims of The Fates.”
They each knew what the Fates were because there had been warnings at bedtimes about them. “If you don’t behave, the Fates will come, move you about, and take your Blood.” They were the Cocoui stories and the ghostly nightmares of the Veikat, but now she knew they were a real threat, to everyone, not just unruly Unbonded Viekat children.
Mirlayna looked at each of her families’ faces, haggard from battle, and bloodied with the slain, their weapons still in hand, ready to push forward again. They had finish their battle and now the question of waging another war was weighing on each of them. Were they to surrender the fullness of a life to be with their Blood in a home that was only an unexperienced Blood memory or rise again and defend the only home they knew? There were consequences to each decision, and this was an all or nothing that she could not compel them into.
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