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Du’at stretch massive white wings that were tinted a soft blue as he begins his transformation. The new appendages were sprinkled with golden radiant spots as he shifted form from the scholarly old man to a winged beast. With his transformation complete, Du’at left his spire stacked high with books behind as he entered the place between worlds. Like him, his books were filled with knowledge and wisdom but his heart sought after the Master’s will. Du’at shimmered from the hidden tower of Taragondia to answer the summons, hurrying ahead of his brothers.
The other five marue also heard and obeyede is not alone . Each with great blue wings of varying hues and shimmering spots that testified to their identity. They left this land they loved to answer the Master’s call.
The marue raced to their Father’s throne. Ga’aer the Brown swooped down on his brothers and sped past. His iridescent patches of chocolate-tan shimmered across the back of his turtle shell as he overtook them. Ka’rus the Silver laughed with joy in the sport and ran to catch his brother. Ma’aer the Blue, Ka’hee the Green, and En’ah the Red followed close behind. Their hearts beating strong with desire to serve the Great One.
“You have summoned us, Master.” A single voice resonates from the six caretakers that stood at their Master’s footstool. With bowed heads and downcast eyes the marue surrounded the throne.
All but one of the brothers had come creating an incomplete circle. Ru’kai the Violet trembled from where he stood with immortal feet on the earth he corrupted. Though he no longer heard the Master’s voice, his heart felt the power envelop this place he was cast down upon. As a man forever more, he raised his blue fist and cursed the stars that betrayed him a millennia ago.
“My creation seeks the promise.” The throne shook at the sound of the Master’s gentle voice as the He spoke. They too felt it, but the prophecy had yet to be fulfilled. The opposition was strong as their fallen brother resisted the Master’s will at every turn. The damage continued to snaked its way through the world while its time drew ever closer. Still, harmony flowed sweetly above the bitter notes of envy that ragged within Ru’kai’s heart.
“What is your bidding?” Du’at asked. His golden eyes shimmered inthe glow cast from the Master’s presence.
“How can we serve you?” Ga’aer bowed. He waited anxiously, shifting form again, this time into a bird with soft gleaming brown feathers. “Command us, Father.” He offered up supplication to his Master with outspread wings. Like his brothers’, Ga’aer’s form is that which he chooses at that moment.
En’ah’s passion was amplified as he stood in his Master’s presence causing fire to dance across his finger tips. He served as the heart of the brotherhood of stewards. Since the beginning of time, En’ah guided his brothers who sought after the restoration of man for it is the heart's desire of He Who Has No Name.
“Has my daughter found her true calling?” The Master’s question lingers as the marue fumble for an answer.
There were so many in this great world of Taragondia. From the villages near the Ma’noval Sea to the great Ir’bon Forest and the places in between; all filled with people. These descendants of the ancient ones are the Master’s people – His children. The confusion shadowed each face.
Their leader, Du’at lifted reverent hands to the Creator of all. “Master, of whom do you speak?” His need to answer rippled throughout the gathering although there was no answer among them.
Ka’hee felt the Master’s eyes questioning him. His mind swam with doubt. Before his courage could find speech for what his heart knew to be true, the Master turned.
The light slowly faded as He Who Has No Name left the gathering. “I will summon you again soon, my guardians.”
All was still and silence encompassed the six guardians as the light faded to its normal luminescence. Slowly, one by one they each shimmered back to the world they diligently cared for. There was no race back to Taragondia. The absence of the Father’s light felt lonely, but they dare not dwell on that now. There was work to be done. The groan of Taragondia under Ru’kai’s constant punishment echoed in the back of their mind. They returned knowing that the Master’s will was yet to be fulfilled.
Ka’hee walked through the folds of space as an old man dressed in a cloak and hood. As he drew near the world he was charged with, he made his way to the great lands of the north. He felt the weight of his Master’s question as he turned his attention back to the people within the great Ir’bon Forest. His heart was heavy with his own questions. He sought to discover his purpose there as he felt the pull of the Master’s plan drawing him closer. The seeking pushed him onward as answers promised to reveal themselves if only he was diligent enough.
The evening approached, prompting Ka’hee to changed form once more. He beat great shimmering blue-green wings against his sleek bird body. The movement sent him flying through the faint moonlight. He took perch atop a lofty Nilor tree and observed the world around. He relinquished his work to his instinct of bringing order to the world around him.
One of Ka’hee’s brothers passed by as he rode on the wind. Ka’rus’ silver eyes smiled from within the translucent cloud. “Be on your guard, brother, for there is something wonderful stirring in the wind.” With a lighthearted chuckle, Ka’rus slipped past and disappeared.
A light flickered in the window and Ka’hee’s attention was drawn to the princess where she sat at the foot of her bed reading from an ancient scroll. Could this be the one, Master? Is this the child you are seeking so diligently after? Ka’hee’s thoughts spiraled upward.
He watched Calla roll up the parchment that crackled with age. Ka’hee felt the confusion as Calla’s mind swirled around the thought of her great-grandmother’s sister. Luzon was the child of light whose fate remained a mystery to these people.
“To be recorded in history as “one who was no more” is a terrible fate.” Calla spoke to the parchment as she placed it back in its cloth-lined bed within the wooden trunk.
Ka’hee slipped into Calla’s thoughts as she walked to the window in her small room.
The chill of the night air caressed Calla's skin causing goose flesh to rise. She brushed her hands across her arms. “I hope she had a good life in the end.” She whispered to the passing wind.
Ka’hee could see her expression. It was painful to watch this child of potential greatness squander her days over ignorance. “Who said it has ended?” His inquiring shriek pierced the night as he took wing and flew off towards the other side of the stone meadow, east of the Erbonian Keep. His soft plumage of green glittered in the bashful moonlight.
catd69: Karim is a very talented writer. When I started reading his journey it took me into the book and I was in the story till the end. I've never felt this way with any other writers stories. If you want to read a gripping adventure, this will be the one book I would suggest you pick.
Hudson: Your story was fantastic Erin! The Rising Sun was one of the first stories I read on Inkitt, and I have to say I don't regret the three to four days I spent pouring through the story.Probably the biggest strength I see in your writing is your characterisation of Eliana, Oriens, and the rest of th...
Marijana1: The melancholy present throughout this story has the power to influence and etch into the minds of the readers, to stay there and refuse to leave even after they have finished reading the story. This is a deep, powerful story, making the readers wonder about everything – about love, about their e...
Bri Hoffer: I couldn't put it down!! The characters are all incredibly likable, and it's so descriptive you can see, smell, and feel thier surroundings. Great story, and very well written. I cannot wait for follow up stories. there were a few grammatical errors, but nothing that I could move right over.
Pille: I have never read a ... werewolf/urban fantasy/any other genre ... story with this brutal honesty about kidnapping and mafia. It was a chilling experience but you also managed to write it as the best thriller and also give it a happy end. I must praise you for the amazing writing skills you have...
Giuliana Cassetta: My face is full of tears, I never cried like now with a book or even a movie. I loved every single chapter. I truly don't know what to say, I'm out of words and my eyes hurt from crying. Such an bittersweet story, it's so wonderful. One of my favorites for sure. Keep it up!
ernbelle: When I first started this story I was a little unsettled by all of the information that appears in the prologue, and wasn't sure if I would continue. However, I am very glad I did. The plot was very well thought out and really interesting. There were not any page breaks or markers to acknowledge ...
ArgyrisMetaxas: Thrilling story which builds layer ontop of layer. A few mis spellings every few chapters. What I found special was that it took a modern day problem and took it to its logical conclusion and plays this realism with gritting precision. I'm always on edge ready to shout from adrenaline. This is gr...
the unedited writer: It's a guilty pleasure. The characters are brought to life and you find yourself loving them worrying for them and so on. The plot was serious but at the same time it had a light tone that didn't make you depressed as other drama genres. 5 stars for me
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