Chronicles of Thera: Crossing Over, Chapter 3

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Chapter 3 A Nilactin, Arrainanite and an Asoonadye, Oh My!

“I shouldn’t be here on this stupid mission,” Othyos muttered under his breath. The strange traveling companions had been traversing the Asoonadye countryside for three days on foot. They were looking for refugees and signs of the Dyvanor’s army. Othyos kept up a constant dialog the entire time. “I’m an ambassador not a messenger. I could get killed out here. I don’t know what King Thealos was thinking. I have a family!”

“That’s enough egg man.” Junkar growled as he grabbed the ambassador by the shirt collar and lifted him a good three feet off the ground. “I’ve had enough of your endless whining. You act like you are the only one with a family. Do you think either Tylander or I want to be here? No, but here we are making the best of it. So suck it up and shut your mouth or I will be having roast Asoonadye for dinner tonight.” Junkar dropped Othyos to the ground. Tylander had to suppress a laugh. He had been about two seconds away from smacking Othyos himself when Junkar grabbed him first. “Well, now that is settled, how about we set up camp. The sun will be setting soon so here’s as good a place as any to stop.” Tylander offered. Both Junkar and Othyos grunted in response as they began unpacking their supplies.

Despite this incident, the three men were getting along surprisingly well for having been enemies less than a week ago.  As they traveled together, they began to realize that they each had more in common than they had originally thought. Family seemed to be the cornerstone of each civilization. It was hard to not respect someone who held the same family values as yourself.

Around the campfire that night, Junkar decided to open up to his strange travel companions. “About a year ago my wife, Injanari, was pregnant with our third child. She was having a difficult time of it so the healers put her on bed rest. One night King Chenji had summoned me.” Junkar spoke while looking deep into the flames. “When I returned, my village was burning. I ran through the streets to my home praying the whole time that Injanari and my children were safe. I remember standing outside my home and looking up to see that my house was the only home not consumed by flames. In fact my house was soaking wet as if someone had gone to the trouble to ensure it could not possibly catch  fire.” Junkar looked up at Tylander. “Inside my home I found my wife and my children huddled up in my bed. They were completely unharmed.” Junkar took a stick and began poking at the fire. “According to my wife an Arrainanite soldier came into our home and saw that she was obviously pregnant. He told her he was going to burn down the house and he suggested she leave. When she told him she couldn’t without risking her unborn child he just nodded his head and left. Instead of burning down our home Injanari hear him call out to the other Arrainanites. He told the others to leave the home alone then proceeded to soak the house to keep it from going up in flames.” Junkar reached over and placed another log on the fire. The flames jumped slightly. “That’s when it hit me. Arrainanites follow the same honor code that we Nilactin’s do. I can’t remember ever hearing a story about an Arrainanite not fighting fair, hurting someone unarmed or weaker than themselves. I guess we are not so different after all are we?”

Othyos shook his head clearly confused, “OK, So he has the same honor code as you. That’s great. But his people burned down your village. I would still be very angry about that.”

Junkar let out a throaty almost purr like laugh, “Yes,  they burned down our village. We probably burned down their village the week prior. My village is right near the border and the Arrainanites have a small settlement less than a days ride from us. It’s kinda like a game to us. Nilactins’ love to battle–it’s how we socialize. When we burn down a village we are saying, here we are, we think you are strong enough to be a worthy opponent, so we are going to raid and burn down your village. We see it as a complement when the leaders of the village we burned return our attacks. In this way, they indicate that they see us as strong and worthy opponents–so, they burn our village to the ground. Sure people die in battle, but if both sides weren’t willing to take that chance, we would all stop burning down other peoples’ villages. Besides, “he continued, “it keeps us all gainfully employed and what better way to go than to die in battle against a worthy opponent.” This revelation shocked the hell out of both Tylander and Othyos. Could it be that the only reason we’ve never had peace is because we have never truly gotten to know each other? Tylander thought these things to himself as he slipped off to sleep that night

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Just before dawn, Tylander awoke. The fire had gone out, allowing Tylander to see glowing lights in the distance. He quietly approached his sleeping companions. “Othyos, Junkar, wake up, you need to see this.” Junkar was faster to wake than the Ambassador. Within Seconds, the Indigo cat was on his feet using his superior cat eyes to take in the distant lights. “Those are campfires, lots of them. If I had to guess I’d say we just found Dyvanor’s army.”

“Great,” Othyos yawned, “Now we can head back to our kings and the safety of the Arrainanites city walls.” Othyos got off the ground and started packing up his things.

“Not so fast egg-man,” Junkar said bursting Othyos’ happy bubble. “Our kings need usable Intel. So far all we know is that Dyvanor’s army is here. We need numbers or some kind of insight so we can find a strategy to use against them. We need a closer look.”

“How much closer?” Othyos asked

“A lot closer.” Tylander answered the question before Junkar could. Tylander was looking around their camp site for something. “There see that tree.” Tylander pointed to an old gnarled tree with a large hollowed out space at it’s base. “We should stow our gear there. We can travel more quickly that way. Then we need to split up. It should still be dark for another hour, so we can use that time to get close to Dyvanor’s army. We can spend the day observing them. Junkar you are the fastest, so try to circle around to the rear. Maybe you can get your eyes on Dyvanor.” The big indigo cat nodded his head in consent as he stuffed his sleeping roll into the base of the tree. “Othyos, I want you to head north following the road, but stay off it. We don’t need you  getting captured. Just get as close as you can and keep your eyes and ears open. I will head South towards what looks like a destroyed Asoonadye village to see what I can find there.”

Othyos listened while Tylander continued giving instructions.  He stuffed all but a small bag of his supplies into the tree with Junkar’s things. “We meet back here just after midnight,” Tylander added.  Othyos looked terrified. The ambassador made a visible  effort to pull himself together to follow Tylander’s instructions. Just as Tylander stuffed his things into the tree, he heard Othyos clear his throat, “So um Tylander, if I were to be captured–accidentally that is–you would come for me wouldn’t you?”

“Of course I would, and I’m sure I wouldn’t be alone either. You think that battle hungry kitty over there would allow me to socialize with the enemy on my own. He’d be right beside me showing those giants what a formidable opponent he is.” Tylander smiled.

“You know me so well Arrainanite.” Junkar laughed, “I certainly wouldn’t let you go to a party without me.” Nodding goodbye to his companions Junkar dropped to all fours and took off into the waiting forest. Tylander patted Othyos on the shoulder before heading south to the Asoonadye village.

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Tylander reached the Asoonadye village less than an hour after sunrise. While most of the village had been burned to the ground, several structures were still standing. Tylander set himself up in a tree overlooking the village. He had spent a good deal of time as a child hunting with his father. One of the first lesson’s his dad had taught him was how to stay perfectly still for hours while you lie in wait for your prey.

Tylander stayed still in that tree for hours as his muscles cramped. Although very sore, still he didn’t move. Just before sunset, his patience paid off. The door to what must have once been a school opened and out walked a line of greenish grey creatures. They were much shorter than the Asoonadye described, thicker and wider too, but otherwise they fit the description. Bald heads and grayish green skin pulled tight over their skeletal frames. Each beast was bare chested wearing only loincloths for clothing. Tylander could literally see every bone in their bodies as if they were being starved. Suddenly the beasts began to change right before Tylander’s eyes. Tylander focused on the beast closest to him. The creature’s bones began to move under his skin almost like they were breaking apart and putting themselves back together again in a different order. The beast who had walked out of a short Asoonadye doorway without bending over now stood over 9 feet tall. While Tylander had heard stories about the ability of these beasts to rearrange their bones to change shape and size, seeing it was an altogether different story, and a quite terrifying one at that. Tylander noticed that the other beasts had also changed form as they headed out of the village and towards their waiting army.

The beasts’ sleep during the day, Tylander thought to himself.  He watched the beasts as they looked through the wreckage and made their way toward the outskirts of the village. At this point, Tylander noticed the bodies. Several Asoonadye bodies were strewn about the village, How had he missed that? The beasts did not try to bury the dead or acknowledge them as anything more than debris. A few of the creatures gathered items off the bodies as the were moving away. Tylander felt sick to his stomach. He was not looking forward to giving his report to King Locktos.

Once the beasts were out of sight, Tylander shook out his muscles and slowly climbed out of the tree. Moving cautiously through the village, Tylander examined the bodies on the ground. The first was a man who obviously died of a stab wound to the gut. The next was a woman with similar injuries. As Tylander straightened from examining the woman, he caught sight of long dark hair waving in the wind coming up from the ground. Tylander moved closer to it and for the first time noticed a woman lying face down on the ground. She wasn’t an Asoonadye female she looked human. Just as Tylander approached the woman a strong breeze washed over him carrying her scent with it. Ryanne! Tylander thought as he froze. It had been eight years, but his body would recognize that addictive scent anywhere.

Fear and adrenaline shot through Tylander. “Oh Lunester please let her be alive,” Tylander whispered to himself as he dropped to his knees next to Ryanne. He gently turned her over to see her familiar face. She was bruised and battered, but she was alive. Her clothes were saturated with a mixture of mud and blood, but she didn’t appear to be injured badly. Tylander let out the breath he had been holding. “Thank you Lunester for returning her to me.” Tylander cried as he held his wife for the first time in eight years. After a short while, Tylander pulled himself together, picked up his wife and headed back to meet up with Junkar and Othyos. They had what they needed–it was time to head back to Quinetta.

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Chronicles of Thera: Crossing Over, Chapter 2

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Chapter 2  The King’s Summit

Tylander was uneasy as he watched the Nilactin Warriors enter the ball room. The furred Cat-men circled the room cataloging everything in it. Tylander was able to tell immediately who the leader of Guard was, a rather fierce looking indigo colored warrior. After surveying the room and finding nothing but a small round table with three chairs in the center of the room the indigo warrior signaled for his king to enter.

King Chenji entered the ballroom with his massive black panther head held high. He was the largest Nilactin that Tylander had ever seen. At 6’9″ he towered over most of his guard. His midnight black fur and intelligent yellow cat eyes made Chenji an intimidating figure–even to the most seasoned warrior. The multitude of scars on his chest attested to King Chenji’s battle experience, strength and might. Tylander was suddenly grateful that he would not have to face this man in battle.

Once King Chenji took his seat at the table, the Asoonadye Royal Guard entered the ballroom. To Tylander, they almost looked like a walking carton of eggs in uniform. The Asoonadye kept eyeing the Nilactin warriors nervously as they circled the room. Tylander always had a hard time identifying Asoonadye by sight–as these egg men looked  all the same to him. They were all short, bald, egg-shaped men with black beady eyes. Each had an almost shell-like bone down their backs–ensuring no one could ever forget the turtle-like creature from which they evolved. Tylander preferred to use his superior hearing to identify Asoonadye men by their voices. That way he made fewer errors.

Taking another look around the room, Tylander noticed that he did recognize one Asoonadye by sight, Ambassador Othyos. He was dressed in his long grey robes. The Ambassador seemed to notice Tylander as well and made a bee line towards him. “May I have a word with you.” Othyos whispered.

“As long as we can speak here.  I can’t leave my post.  King Locktos will be here momentarily,” Tylander replied.

Nodding his head Othyos continued, “I fear my people are a little nervous about having so many Nilactins this close to our king.  We heard a rumor about Asoonadye being a Nilactin delicacy.” By the look on his face Tylander could tell the Ambassador was serious. Tylander pressed his fist to his mouth to keep himself from laughing at the ridiculous rumor. In a voice just as serious as the ambassadors, Tylander reassured Othyos that no Asoonadye would be eaten during the course of the summit. With his concerns met, Othyos motioned for King Thealos to enter the ballroom.

Thealos was rather thin for an Asoonadye–having more of an oblong oval shape as apposed to the egg like stature of his guard. His face was lined with age and worry.  While King Thealos was barely thirty, he looked closer to fifty. It was obvious the mantle of leadership had taken its toll on the Asoonadye king.

Once both visiting kings were seated, King Locktos entered the ballroom. Tylander stood up taller as his king entered the room. Locktos was quite the sight to behold when he entered a formal setting. His straight white blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail at the base of his neck and his porcelain white skin reflected the light in the room giving him a majestic glow, but his kind pale green eyes made him appear far more approachable.

Once all three kings were seated, Tylander moved to stand behind his king and as he did so, he noted that the Ambassador and Chenji’s indigo warrior also moved to stand behind their kings. The rest of the royal guards lined the walls of the room–ready to defend their kings if necessary.

“King Thealos will you begin.” King Locktos gestured toward the Asoonadye king.

“My people are dying,” Thealos exclaimed, “Giant beast like none we’ve ever seen before are attacking our outer settlements and are making their way through our lands at an alarming rate. They kill everyone in their path, men, women and even children. Our solders have had no effect on them. As soon as we think we’ve identified a week spot on these creatures, they contort their bones into a type of armor around the weakness. ” King Thealos tried to keep his voice from getting too high pitched  since he wished to avoid causing physical pain to the other kings.  By the looks on their faces, however, he was failing. King Thealos took a deep breath as he tried to calm himself. “We need help, we are not warriors by nature. My people are farmers and merchants. If you do not help us we will all die.” Somehow King Thealos managed to finish without his voice cracking, which impressed the other two kings.

“While I feel for your people, King Thealos, why should this concern the Nilactin people? We have always been enemies.” King Chenji said while looking King Thealos in the eyes. The Asoonadye king met Chenji’s gaze without fear, “Do you think these beast will stop at us? What will happen after they mow through our lands? I can tell you. They will sweep through Quinetta and then they will be on your doorstep.”

“You can not be sure of that,” King Chenji stated to Thealos..

“Actually he can… ” King Locktos interrupted before King Chenji could say more. “We believe this army of beasts is being lead by a very powerful Arrainanite man, Dyvanor Greenlock.  Dyvanor fled our city eight years ago when we discovered that he was working with the Dark Goddess Illucious to kill me and as many of my people as he could. We were able to stop him, but just barely.”

King Locktos looked down at his hands as he continued, “Illucious has given Dyvanor a great deal of power. He can do things even our most powerful priestesses can not.” Taking a shuddering breath King Locktos turned and looked briefly at Tylander before he continued. “We did have one person who was also blessed with the powers of a god. Ryanne was favored by Lunester Keeper of the Light. She was able to wound Dyvanor severely enough to cause him to flee city, but not before he mortally wounded her. Even our best healers were unable to save her.” A wave of sadness washed over Tylander as King Locktos spoke of his wife’s death.

King Chenji noticed anguished looks on the faces of every Arrainanite in the room and the guilt that filled King Locktos’ eyes. Chenji and Locktos had a bit of history together and Chenji thought of Locktos as a kindred spirit. To see him like this, was surprisingly unsettling for him. “What would you suggest we do? If this man is as powerful as you say and he has an army of Giants at his command, is it even possible to stop him?”

King Locktos sat up straighter in his chair, “We will do the one thing Dyvanor and Illucious will never expect. We will join forces. The three warring nations of Thera coming together to fight off the Dark Goddess and her minions. No one would believe it, but I think it’s the only way.” King Locktos looked at Tylander briefly before he continued to address his fellow kings. “Quinetta is the middle kingdom, we should evacuate as many Asoonadye as we can and bring them here. Then we will assemble our armies within the city walls. We should train together so we can each play to our strengths and learn to work as a team. Then we can take this battle to Dyvanor.”

“It will take a while for us to mobilize our armies.” King Chenji stated, “I think it would be wise to send a small team into Asoonadye lands to assess the situation and to help spread the evacuation order to the Asoonadye people.”

“I like that idea,” King Locktos stated, “A three man team should suffice. I suggest one man from each nation. Captain Tylander, make preparations for yourself and the representatives from each nation to leave tomorrow at first light.” Tylander nodded to his king even though he was not happy about leaving King Locktos while so many Nilactin’s and Asoonadye were in the city.

“Junkar,” King Chenji addressed the indigo colored warrior behind him, “You will be joining Captain Tylander.”

“Yes, King Chenji,” the indigo colored warrior growled obliviously as unhappy as Tylander.

“Ambassador Othyos, the people know you and will believe the evacuation order is real coming from you. You will escort Captain Tylander and Junkar through our territories.” King Thealos’ statement left no room for argument, but Tylander could tell Othyos wanted to argue. Instead the Ambassador took a deep breath and nodded to his king.

With the summit over, Tylander returned to his home and spent as much time with the twins as he could before he had to leave them. Just like every other time he had been forced to leave the city, Tylander did not know for sure if he would be returning. Once the twins were in bed, Tylander reviewed the instructions to his family for what to do should he not return, and then retired to bed. He was not looking forward to traveling through Asoonadye lands with a Nilactin Warrior and an Asoonadye ambassador.

At first light the three men, one from each nation began their journey into Asoonadye lands.

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Chronicles of Thera: Crossing Over, Chapter 1

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Book 1
Present Day
Chapter 1 The Ambassador

Tylander stood just outside the Quinetta City walls and watched as his children played in the shallow creek nearby. “Look Daddy the Flumpas are starting to hatch” His daughter Gabriela pointed out the tiny multi colored tadpoles as they escaped their eggs. “That means we will have lots of Flumpfly’s to catch this spring” Tylander smiled down at his daughter.  Flumpas grew into small frog like creatures with butterfly like wings called Flumflys. Gabriela giggled and ran off to show her twin brother Isaac the newly hatching Flumpas.

Gabriela was the spitting image of her mother Ryanne. Ryanne was a true exotic beauty. She had long dark brown hair, and deep chocolate eyes. But what truly made her exotic was her skin tone. While Arrainanites have skin as white as snow Tylander’s wife had a deep olive complexion that never burned in the sun. She said it came from her human ancestry. Until Ryanne showed up no one had ever heard of the term “human”, or ever since for that matter. It was as if she were the only one of her kind. Tylander loved watching Ryanne grow darker as the sun kissed her skin. Gabriela and Isaac had that same skin tone.

It pained Tylander to look at them sometimes. Ryanne has been gone nearly eight years. She was the love of his life. His true mate. Tylander remembers it like it was yesterday. It was the night the Twins were born. The night the traitor was unmasked. Ryanne fought him. Even knowing she would die, she couldn’t allow Dyvanor to bring the Dark Goddess Illucious into the City. Illucious would have razed Quinetta to the ground. Ryanne sacrificed herself to save Tylander’s people. Now Tylander was left here the raise their children alone. He made her a promise, he would raise the twins himself and not leave them to the Priestess’ of Lunester to raise.

Arrainanites could only mate once as their body chemistry changed during the ritual mating ceremony. The females produce a unique pheromone that the male becomes addicted to and vise versa. The longer a couple is together the stronger the addiction becomes. It’s not uncommon for withdraw symptoms to occur if a couple is parted for too long. Many Arrainanite widows and widowers have died from withdraw symptoms after the loss of their spouse. This includes the former Queen Hyntha, King Locktos’ mother, shortly after his father, King Gunatan, died in a Nilactin raid. Tylander was not that lucky. He had only been mated to Ryanne for two years before her death. He had not yet formed a strong enough addiction to her for his body to follow her into the afterlife.

Tylander has his kids and that would have to be enough.

“Captain Leafgather!” Tylander looks up to see Janos, the kings Currier, run up to him out of breath. Bent over and pressing his hands to his knees Janos huffed and puffed a little before he continued speaking. “King Locktos needs you right away. An Ambassador from Asoonadye King has just arrived at the Castle.” Janos said catching his breath and straightening out to his full height of 6’7″. Janos is a peculiar man only about an inch taller than Tylander, almost bean pole thin and lanky instead of the normal wide Arrainanite build. Tylander noted how Janos’ normally spotless and pressed, green uniform is wrinkled and wonky from his rushed arrival.

“Janos, it’s supposed to be my day off.” Tylander scolded him gently.

“I know, I know, but the King said that he needs you. He said to tell you this may be the delegation he’s been hoping for. King Thealos might be ready to sign a peace treaty”. Janos exclaimed as he pushed his overly long white-blond hair out of his pastel green eyes.

“Really?” Tylander asks trying not to get his hopes up. A peace treaty would mean an end to the cold war with the Asoonadye. Maybe his days as Captain of the guard were about to become far less taxing. Maybe he’d get a few more days off to spend with his kids. He could do with fewer nights camping out on the cold ground, mapping out positions of the Asoonadye armies. “This could be good. Watch my children for me. When they are finished playing here take them home and contact Surietta. She will take over watching the kids.”  Tylander was already moving away as he was waving goodbye to the twins.

“But I am the Kings Currier! I’m not supposed to be a babysitter,” Janos responded, trying to look offended while chasing after Tylander. Instead of acknowledging Janos, Tylander waved goodbye once more to his kids and jogged back toward the castle. Tylander was confident that Janos would take good care of the twins despite his comment. Ryanne was well loved in Quinetta. The whole city mourned her death for a full year after her passing. As the peoples only link to her, the community had a tendency to spoil the twins.

Tylander made his way through the city  and into the palace to find, his longtime friend and ruler of the Arrainanite people, King Locktos sitting on his throne.  In front of the king stood the lone Asoonadye Ambassador. By the look on Locktos’ face this meeting was not going as his king had hoped.

“I’m sorry Ambassador Othyos, if I can interrupt you for a brief moment. Captain Tylander has just joined us.” King Locktos stood and walked down the few steps leading up to his throne to Tylander, for introductions. “Captain Tylander, this is Ambassador Ren Othyos. He was sent by King Thealos with and urgent message.” Then Locktos turned back to Othyos “Ambassador Othyos this is my most trusted man and Captain of my royal Guard Tylander Leafgather.” Tylander took a moment to observe the Asoonadye Ambassador. He was short for his kind, barely reaching the middle of Tylander’s chest. his black beady eyes were far larger than Tylander had ever seen on an Asoonadye before. However, his voice was far more pleasing to the ear than the higher pitches of his kind. One of the reasons that the Arrainanites and Asoonadye have never been able to have a peaceful relationship is due to the Asoonadye’s high pitched voices. Arrainanites have very sensitive ears and high pitched frequencies such as Asoonadye voices, tend give them migraines. Thus most negotiations don’t often get very far.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you Ambassador Othyos,” Tylander said while giving Othyos a respectful bow. Othyos returned the gesture halfheartedly “Yes, yes good to meet you too.” His gaze quickly returned to the king, “Now King Locktos, can we please get back to the issue at hand. My king needs a response urgently. Our people are dying. My village was destroyed not 24 hours ago. Will you help us or not?”  Tylander stood in shock as he listened to the Ambassador.

“Why are the Nilactins destroying Asoonadye villages?” Tylander asks assuming they are the culprit the Ambassador is talking about.

“No it’s not the Nilactins. They don’t destroy villages. They pillage and maybe burn houses down, but they do not kill indiscriminately.” Othyos said shaking his head. “We have never seen creatures like these beasts before. We have witnesses who claim that an army of greenish grey giants attacked my village in the middle of the night. The reports state that these creatures spoke a strange grunting language and were able to contort their skeletal structure allowing them to change shape and to protect vital organs by surrounding them with bone.” Othyos took a deep breath and shuddered before he continued his story, “My childhood friend Antar’s wife, Danalty witnessed this first hand. Antar managed to stab one of these beasts. Then, the creatures bones and muscles began to twist and realign themselves so that the next time Antar tried to stab the creature he was met with a wall of bone. Antar somehow managed to hold off the beast long enough for his wife to escape before the creature killed him.”

Othyos took another deep breath and squared his shoulders as he once again addressed King Locktos. “We have something even more disconcerting to discuss. We received a visit from one of your people shortly before the attacks started. A man who claimed to be your Ambassador. He called himself Lord Dyvanor Greenlock. He said he had an urgent message for our king.” Othyos pulls out a letter from his jacket pocket and handed it to King Locktos. The letter was written on official Arrainanite stationary.

King Thealos,

This cold war has gone on long enough. I have decided it’s in the best interest of the Arrainanite people to own and control all Asoonadye lands.

We demand your unconditional surrender. You have one week to lay down your arms, disband your armies and surrender your king into the custody of  my ambassador or we will unleash our new beast friends on your people. Many will die who do not need to. Be reasonable and surrender. 

King Locktos Truhart

“What the hell is this!” King Locktos exclaimed, “I didn’t write this.”

“I know, and so did King Thealos.” Ambassador Othyos clears his throat and shifts his weight nervously before he continues, “Eight years ago one of our spies reported that a man by the name of Dyvanor Greenlock fled the City Quinetta to escape charges of treason. King Thealos had him arrested, but Dyvanor managed to escape. The attacks started the next day.”

King Locktos stood stunned in front of the Asoonadye Ambassador. Tylander was not sure which revaluation shocked the king more the fact that Dyvanor had the gall to forge the letter or the fact that an Asoonadye spy was able to obtain so much information.

Tylander knew what upset him more. Stepping into Othyos’ personal space, Tylander asked through clenched teeth “You have a spy in our city?” Ambassador Othyos turned red with embarrassment and fear. “Had a spy here in your City. As in past tense. We do not currently have anyone except for myself here in your city. Our spy left your city shortly after Greenlock did and has not been back here since.”

“Lets keep on topic now, Tylander,” King Locktos said, while placing a placating hand on Tylander’s shoulder. “We have more important things to worry about. Like how Dyvanor has managed to obtain an army of giants.” Tylander took a step back away from the Ambassador and nodded his head, “Of course my king.” Tylander took another step back from Ambassador Othyos and the little man visibly relaxed. “This is our fault Ambassador Othyos. We should never have allowed Dyvanor to escape. This situation is worse than you think. Dyvanor has aligned himself with Illucious herself. The Evil Goddess has been aiding Dyvanor by granting him some rather powerful and deadly gifts. These creatures you describe could be of her creation. In which case they will be very difficult to defeat. I’m not sure the Arrainanite and Asoonadye armies will be enough to defeat them.” King Locktos turned and walked back up to sit on his throne.

“All three nations will need to stand together if we are to defeat Dyvanor, and Illucious’ creatures. The Nilactins are the best warriors on Thera. Tell King Thealos I expect him and King Chenji to be here in two days time to discuss this threat to all our Nations.” King Locktos turned to Tylander, “Have your fastest runner ready. I will have a letter ready to be delivered to King Chenji within the hour.” Tylander bowed and left the room to do the kings bidding.

“Ambassador Othyos, Tell your King that the Arrainanite people will gladly welcome any and all refugees into our great city. I believe our walls should be able to keep them safe while we further investigate these attacks on your people.” The Ambassador bowed and hastened out of the room to deliver King Locktos’ message to King Thealos.

Finally alone, King Locktos slouched down in his throne and buried his face in his palms. “Oh great God Lunester, keeper of the light, please guide me through this. I know that if I am careful and I have your help maybe some true goodness can come from this great evil. A lasting peace between the three nations of Thera. Please guide my words and actions so I don’t screw this up. So many lives are on the line. Please Lunester, help me. I could not survive it if I fail my people the same way I failed Ryanne.” He prayed. Locktos took one final fortifying breath before heading to his office to draft the letter to King Chenji.

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Chronicles of Thera: Crossing Over, Prologue

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Ryanne was so proud of herself. At 25 she had her own place, her own car, and a steady job as an office assistant. Yeah her life wasn’t all that exciting as she spent most of her day organizing data and filing paperwork, but she is happy and content. So what if she is single, she is young and has plenty of time to meet mister tall dark and hansom.

“Hey, James I’m heading home. I’ll see you Monday.” Ryanne called out as she was leaving her office. It had been a long and productive week but Ryanne was ready for it to be over. She got in her small economy car and headed towards the freeway to start her hour long commute back home to her tiny apartment.

With the radio on full blast Ryanne was singing her favorite Kenny Chesney song “There goes my Life” as traffic was moving right along in front of her. As the song ended Ryanne looked down to turn the radio back down to a normal volume so she did not see the 18 wheeler swerve into her lane. So Ryanne was completely taken by surprise when she smashed into the back of it.

The sounds of screeching tires and twisting metal echoed in Ryanne’s ears as her vehicle finally came to a stop. She looked up just in time to see a red pickup truck barreling towards her. This is it, She thought this is how I die. I guess I didn’t have as much time left as I thought. Then everything went black.

Suddenly Ryanne began to feel something, almost like she was floating. Images danced in her head. First one of a tall Golden haired man with kind Emerald Green eyes, the next of a fierce cat moving towards her with a human swagger that didn’t make sense.  Another man with Golden locks appears before Ryanne’s eyes this one was much larger than the first with piercing blue eyes. He looks like he’s in pain and appears to be begging her for something. Then the green eyed man returns and is asking Ryanne something she couldn’t quite make out. Next Ryanne begins to see visions of great adventures. Suddenly a question seemed to materialize in her mind. Do you want to go back to your life as it was or would you rather see my world? Ryanne doesn’t know how to answer, but somehow the decision had been made. Darkness descends on her once more peaceful and serene.

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Chronicles of Thera: Crossing Over, Introduction 

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This is a serial story that follows the incredible adventures through the world of Thera. A planet that exists in the same Time and Space as Earth, but one dimension over. This Story Catalogs a woman from Earth finding herself on Thera and the love story that unites an entire planet.

Thera evolved far differently from earth. Instead of a planet populated by humans. The surface of Thera has evolved several sentient civilizations.

The Arrainanites are a long lived humanoid species. Known for their extremely white completions and pastel hair and eye colors. The other inhabitants of this world tend to think of the Arrainanites as immortals as they have been known to live well past the age of ten thousand. While they tend to age slightly slower than humans they are physically mature by age 50. The Arrainanites are not considered to be adults until the age of two hundred.

What truly makes the Arrainanites different from the other Species on Thera is their Mating Ritual. Arrainanites can only mate once as their body chemistry changes during the ritual mating process. The female produces a unique pheromone that the male  becomes addicted to and vise versa. The longer they are together the stronger the addiction gets. They even begin to feel withdraw symptoms if they are parted for too long. Many Arrainanite widows and widowers have died from withdraw symptoms throughout their history including the former Queen Hyntha, King Locktos’ mother, shortly after his father, King Gunatan, died in a Nilactin raid.

Arrainanite males are known for their height on average over 6’6″ and wide shoulders. they are physically very strong while very weak magically. The females on the other hand are very petite, not know for reaching taller than 5′ in height. They are very frail physically, but extremely strong magically.  This evolution has made child baring very difficult and most Arrainanite women will not chance having more than one child for fear of dying in childbirth. Multiple births are almost always fatal.

The Arrainanites are a patriarchal society governed by a king. The current king is King Locktos Truhart.

The Asoonadye are a short lived Turtle like people known for their egg shaped bodies and hard shell like backs. They tend to have high pitched voices and black beady eyes, and are mostly merchants and farmers. The Asoonadye are not known for living much passed the age of sixty and are very superstitious of the Arrainanites due to their apparent immortality. For the last Fifty years the Asoonadye have kept an uneasy truce with the Arrainanites. For some reason neither species have attacked and neither King is wishes to be the aggressor.

Asoonadye Males and Females look very much the same only males are bald and females have a slight dark peach fuss type hair. Males average about 5’4″ while females are closer to 4’11”.

The Asoonadye are also a patriarchal society whose current ruler is King Thealos.

The Nilactin are a cat like species who sport a full body coat of hair and walk on two feet. They are known for dropping to all fours in order to run faster than their prey. Nilactins are warriors. Honor and Pride are of the utmost importance to them. They are ruled by an Alpha King. The king must prove he is the strongest and most capable to rule before he can take the throne. Currently King Chenji rules.

Both Nilactin males and females are warriors. The males are larger and more muscular, great at one on one and hand to hand combat. While the females are great strategists known for speed over strength.  A Nilactin male weighs in around 300lbs and about 6’2″ in height. The females are closer to 150lbs and 5’9″ tall. While its hard to tell how long lived this species is, as many die in battle well before they could die of old age, the longest recorded life span was 157 years old.

Nilactin raiders regularly attack both Arrainanite and Asoonadye villages, although they have not made a full scale attack since before King Chenji’s rule. It is rumored that King Chenji and King Locktos may have once been friends.

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