The Burning Storm- Book I- Threshold

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Summary

The young, rebellious premderian, known as Joran Rideran is out to prove himself in any way possible. The lengths to do so put him at risk as a festering premderian disease that has haunted him since birth put him at risk. Among those that try to control his wild nature, is Kalsor Rideran, the father of Joran, and considered a legend and one of the best warriors of their kind. As Joran continues striving to make himself better, he is presented with a different challenge. A mysterious girl appears in his life. With the dark mystery surrounding this girl, Joran vows to protect her. With a bond forming between them, another begins to break. In turn, Joran must come to a decision on what path he will take.

Genre:
Scifi / Adventure
Author:
Joey Richardson
Status:
Ongoing
Chapters:
25
Rating:
5.0 1 review
Age Rating:
18+

Chapter 1

Many star systems play home to different species. Some are peaceful and those desire to fight and become the strongest. Among the warrior races, there are the premderians. At one time considered the mightiest of warriors in the galaxy now under the governance of the Federation. Where they reside is in the first quadrant in the outer circle region in the Premderian star system. Orbiting the crimson star is the lone planet of Premderia.

The premderian's resemble humans but have evolved to be stronger, faster, and conduct magical abilities. To spot a pure-blooded premderian, they have a crimson star on the back of their neck. The most common way is their eyes. Instead of white in their eyes, they are black. The pupils of them have a golden color that glows with a red energy around the outside. The other physical feature is on their right arm. Crimson lines appear in rows of four. One line represents a year of life for them.

Deep in the woods of Braknor Forest, miles northwest of the capital, there's a small farming village. Not even a hundred villagers of different species roam inside. While the adult's work and the young children play, one sits outside his hut. A very old pure blooded premderian, whose eyes look shut by his wrinkles squint out into the woods, as he's done for several days. He rocks back and forth in his chair holding a wooden staff, not paying attention to others.

Six children, not even ten years of age, have the luxury to go play after completing their daily chores. One's smaller than the rest. A little boy with his wooden sword. His mother had to hold him back and make sure he dressed well enough for the cold weather. After she finished wrapping the scarf around his neck he chased after his friends.

"Be careful, so ," she says while waving goodbye.

The boy pays no attention to her. His excitement to play with his friends. They run into the woods, laughing. He is not the fastest, as he's the shortest for his age. That didn't stop him from smiling while they travel up the mountain. When they get to clearing the group starts wrestling around. The little boy arrives late as the roughhousing comes to an end.

"Let's play hide and seek," one suggests with great enthusiasm.

"You can be the seeker," one suggests as they push the little boy down to the ground in a playful manner.

The little boy didn't mind. He gets back up and still smiles. The other boys start running while Foma covered his eyes. He hears the others laughing and giggling while they disperse into the woods. Their sound of laughter slowly fades in distance yet the sound of bushes and birds chirping gives the little boy an idea. He continues his count to sixty as silence fell over the woods.

"Ready or not, here I come," he says with joy in his voice.

The little boy goes running into the woods. He looks in all directions hoping he's able to spot one of the children with ease. It's embarrassing to any of his friends if the little boy did find them that easy. Luckily it's not for him. He looks up into the trees and finds nothing. Next, he'd look in thick bushes but find nothing. The little boy scratches his head while continuing to search.

"You won't find us," says one of the children while they giggle.

Something drips on his head. The little boy looks up to the sky and finds it clear. The crimson sun shining as bright as ever. He feels another couple of drops on his head. His hand rubs his head and finds that his fingers have blood on them. He looks up at the different trees. Nothing is seen with the sun blinding most of his vision.

It becomes visible to him when something falls from high up. A body falls, hitting every branch on the way down. He wears the uniform of a Federation soldier. His body's cut is deep with incredibly large claws. The little boy runs as fast as possible to get back to the village. Along the way, he finds the corpse of another one without their head.

Something growl in the woods. It comes from in front of him. He hears the screams of his young friends who cry for their parents. The little boy runs in the other direction seeing another of his friends cut in half from the waist down. He runs till coming to a different clearing, made by that of his kind. An old temple that's taken back by the planet.

The boy catches his breath while looking around. He hears something running with great speed. It circles all around him. He can't see it. The sound stopped, and the little boy continues to look all around in different directions. He still can't see it, till hearing the growl once more. This time the little boy sees its eyes. That of a beast like ones born of the planet but shaped like a beast. It lingers in the darkness, not revealing anything more but a green glowing crystal where the neck meets the body.

He continues running as fast as his feet can take him and runs inside that of the old temple. It is quite dark but the little can still see with his Premderian eyes. He hides between some pillars that are tight together. With everything the little boy has, he tries to control his breathing and shuts his eyes.

They open when he hears the creature growling at the entrance of the temple. Its large claws are heard tapping the stone floor. Foma sweat as he didn't open his eyes all the way. The sound of the creature's large nose sniffing the area makes the boy start sweating. In all directions, the creature sniff as it walks past where Foma hide. He sees its massive paw and claws and it makes him tremble.

The beast stopped close to where the little boy stand. It sniffs once more and begins turning in the direction of the young boy. The little boy whimpers as he hears it's growl. The creature turns towards the boy and gets ready to pounce despite it being too large to fit through where the little boy hides. He rushes deeper into the narrow path. He hears the roar of the beast and he shakes. It didn't stop him from running.

The floor gives out from underneath the little boy. He falls into the blackness letting out a scream. His back hit the ground beneath hard and it makes him dizzy. He slowly regains his senses and sees a dim light with his blurry vision. The picture becomes clear as it is a flame and there is more than one. Torches are lit on the walls. The little boy looks in different directions and there are so many different paths.

"Hello?" He says in a quivering tone but receives no answer.

He has no choice but to choose a path. He goes straight ahead. He shakes immensely while doing so. There is a sound. It is not real loud because it is so far away. Something deep within the tunnels. It isn't the beast. The little boy still shows fear of hearing it. He goes very slowly down the tunnels and the sound becomes clear. A woman screaming in pain.

"No!" She screams as loud as possible but isn't the only one.

"Please!" Another shouts.

There are several pleading for some kind of mercy. The little boy slowly creeps down the tunnels. He hears footsteps coming from an intersection and immediately hides behind another. The boy peak his head around and see one dressed in a black cloak and have their faces hooded, concealing the identities.

He didn't speak to get their attention. The aura they give off makes him feel extremely uncomfortable. The boy is smart and follows them in hopes of finding another way out. He does his absolute best to stay light on his feet and stick to the shadows that are provided. The more he follows them the louder the screams become.

Following the two lead him deeper inside the temple and notice that he is going further down and not up. That didn't stop him from following them. He wants to call out to them once or twice but stick with the feeling he has about them. When taking a step he hears a scream from the hallway that he's hiding in. Multiple women begging and pleading like before. The two stop and the little boy rush to hide once more. Both have a laugh and mutter something.

"They should consider themselves grateful. Giving birth to the children of our master."

"Yes, but I wish we can at least keep the bitches alive and have some fun with them."

"When the time comes and the master takes this planet, we will have more than our share," the other says and they both laugh while walking away.

The little boy did not follow the two anymore. His attention turns to the women screaming. He journeys down the hall and comes to something far different. Several doors are on both sides. Hundreds of them. Most of them are closed then there are those open completely.

The ones that are fully opened are empty without torches. He takes hold of the handle, and slowly pull it open. He finds it lit up by the torches in the hall. There is a stone table bed. No blankets or anything else is in the room. The little boy hears the sound of another door opening at the end of the hall and take cover behind the stone table bed.

The little boy hears the sound of squeaking wheels. He watches and sees a large metal pushcart. It is being pushed by another black-robed and hooded figure. He is larger and more muscular than the rest of the others he has seen. Red drip from the cart with flies buzzing around naked corpses of female premderians. All of them share one other matter. They have the body of someone who just gave birth.

Another hasty sight presents itself as a stillborn covered in blood fall on the floor. The little boy watches the cart pusher pick it up and put it on top of the other infants who are stained in the blood of their mothers. For good measure, the cart pusher pushes their bodies down even further crunching bones while pounding the flesh so it doesn't happen again.

The little boy's eyes are shocked and gasp before hiding behind the stone table once more. The one pushing the cart stop for a moment and look around. Foma covers his mouth to prevent his loud breathing from being heard. The giant hooded figure moves on after a long period of silence.

He waits patiently in hiding. When the squeaking of the wheels pass he is slow peak his head out of the door. The rooms further down are fully open. These have torches lit in them. However, they are very quiet but something still makes a sound. He peak his head in one of them. More that have their faces covered by cloth scrub down the rooms, cleansing them of the blood that stains them. He can't see their however skin around them is visible but the eyes are black with energy.

He keeps moving but does so as swiftly as possible after seeing the blood and guts that he sees. He tries to keep in control but throws up on the floor. Several times he does it but nobody catches him. In the dark hall, he hides in, there is a light at the end which is very dim.

The little boy follows it in hopes of a way out. He rushes to the end to nearly fall off the edge to a floor just below him. The Premderian boy takes a breath before looking at something. Medical pods, that fill with a red liquid substance. None of them have what those who linger in the dark wanted.

While watching, the little boy feels an incredibly strong presence. One black-robed figure average in size conceals himself under a white mask. The eyes glow green as the skin that he shows between the sleeve of his robe and glove. He still gives off a dangerous aura.

There is another much taller at nearly seven feet. He wears black armor concealing most of his green skin. All of them in ancient symbols that he can't read. Underneath his robe, there is a green glow that isn't bright but still visible. Something is different about him. A depth of power far greater. Foma can't sense anything.

"How many survived the ordeal?" The one with the armor asks.

"Only the one from thirteen years ago, my Lors. A miracle in itself. We need more of the boy's blood. I can have one of my disciples retrieve it during his next cycle."

"No. The process has taken away from gathering our forces for too long now. One will be enough."

"If I am given more time."

"No Steron. The Federation and the Kingdom of Premderia have both begun to notice your activities. We can't take the risk of them taking action. Focus on the girl's training."

"What about the families?"

"All traces of the mothers and their families are being disposed of. They will never know."

"Such a waste of life. A real tragedy. It is a strategy game that will be longer than one thinks. The Federation is still too strong for us to take on. With the Grand Overseer keeping a watchful eye over everything they have built and expanding their reach it will take time. When it is time, none of them will see it coming."

The little boy goes back the way he came from. He comes across the sound of a girl grunting and letting out loud yells. The sound draws closer and closer from another hall he didn't travel to. Feeling that this girl can be in trouble, he willingly travels down it with haste. There are several torches lit at the end of the hall. When reaching the end, the little boy finds himself on an upper level of a large training room.

On the lower level, there is a girl dressed in black fighting with a blindfold. She takes on several dressed in black. All of them are relentless in their attacks but she is so skilled. He realizes that she is one of them and makes haste to leave.

Something prevents him from taking a single step more. Eyes glowing dark of energy. In the shadows of the hallway, he sees the large shape of the beast. The little boy tries moving but finds himself frozen while the beast starts growling. In the darkness, the beast shape-shifts into that of a man with the same glowing green eyes. He is half a foot over six feet and quite lean. The boy sees how grim his expression is.

"I am sorry child, but we can't have you going to tell others where we are," says the master before turning his head to show his eyes glowing with dark green energy. "Take care of him, my friend."

"Yes, my Lord," he says with what is sympathy for the boy before looking down at the boy. "Forgive me."

The little boy's scream echoed throughout the mountains as. The birds scatter in fear. Everyone in the village can hear it. All of them turn in the direction of the scream, except for one. The old man keeps looking in the same direction. He stops rocking in his chair but continues staring in the same direction. One word he mutters under his breath.

"Gormaur."
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