This book was born from the idea of creating a world filled with a great deal of religious conflict, I have read a lot of books on religious belief such as "Journey to the West and the sons of Oden". These beliefs plays an important part both for professional writers like Robert Jordan and myself, thus I was inspired to write a book based on magic vs the power of God. The ecosystem was constructed based on my idea of combining the ancient African culture with the with the old European dark ages.
The God Slayer
Preface
The essence of sweetness within the clear night sky is rich beyond description, the air was blessed with the fragrance of the white, midnight flowers and judging from the heavy cool breeze in the darkened sky, it was about to rain. Surprisingly, the clouds failed to cover the stars that twinkled in the sky, the stars smiled in the magnitude of their beauty, illuminating the heavens with the radiance of multiple sparkling diamonds. He carefully managed his footfalls, trying his best not to disturb the harmony of the night; his efforts were wasted in fruitless precautions. The night will always be in harmony, no matter who tries to disturb it. The night, though void of any other intelligent habitation, is always alive with activity.
The fireflies brought light to the footpath and also illuminated the environment, making it easier to navigate in the dark, the crickets in their millions gave birth to the resounding chorus of the night. A cacophony of mating calls that drown any other sounds that threaten to break nature's harmony. The haunting cry of the Night Owl added to the eerie atmosphere of the midnight sky, and the toad's continuous croaking simply made him very comfortable. If only someone else were here with him to enjoy the chorus of the midnight.
“This is definitely the wrong night for sulking,” Julian said grudgingly, but how else was he to react to such a horrifying confession? He had just received the most disappointing news of his life, and then he foolishly ran away from his adopted parents like a child deprived of his parents' love. Julian had lived his life up to this moment, thinking that the couple he's living with is actually his parents, now he wishes that they had kept the truth from him. “The Truth” is a powerful weapon that utilises the force of curiosity to achieve its own ends, A Broken Heart.
“I wish I were dead,” Julian whispered, “to imagine myself as an abomination walking upon the surface of this world, I cannot accept this.”
He brought out a small handkerchief from his pocket, obscure to the human eye because of the poor illumination of the night and used it to wipe the sweat from his brow. How far has he been running, despite the chill within the atmosphere of the night he is sweating profusely; drenched with his own bodily fluids. The evening breeze is definitely going to give him a cold if he fails to return to his warm home, the chaos lingering in his mind leached out all concerns of his physical health. The thought that bothers him the most is the fact that the truth behind his birth still leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, the fact that the woman whom he calls his mother is actually his older sister.
“We came out of the same womb”, he remembered her saying, and the man he loves and respects as a father is actually his brother-in-law “curses” he growled. The memory still causes him to shudder, the memory flashed through his mind again.
“You are a child conceived from an unforgivable act, Julian”, he heard his mother say. He could see the tears in her eyes, and he could sense the pain hidden within her voice “I...”
“Tell me” Julian voiced loudly, how he pitied her
“Your father raped his own aunt, his mother's sister to have you conceived” she responded
“No... No... ” he said trying to force the truth out of his mind, denying the obvious “Noooo!” He shouted and then turned to run. He charged blindly into the night, ignoring the concerned calls of his adopted parents.
Julian finally came to a halt at the edge of a small pond. He gazed at the reflection of Acacia, the moon of resurrection, one of the 3 moons that the night sky. The white fluorescent light was bright enough to reveal several inches into the pond; the lake is rich with schools of fish that can make anyone's mouth water; one reason why the men go fishing at night, most especially on a dual-moon night.
“I was the fool who demanded the whole truth,” he thought. His mother had insisted on giving him the story one piece at a time, yet he had demanded it all in one painful lump. “I wonder if my mother will ever forgive me,” he sat down on a cold rock to calm his mind “Do I even deserve to live” he said as he tossed a stone into the lake
Then it dawned on him, the reason why most of the people in the village had kept him at arm’s length. He is an outcast, a curse, an abomination. Why is he still staying in this world when the world itself is filled with a lot of adventure? A world out there where he can meet people who are oblivious to his past, but then, it still won't change what he already is.
“I am a curse, an abomination”, he voiced in dejection, better to end his own life here and now.
To his utter amazement, a ball of White Fire came into view from the south, burning uncontrollably, making the entire environment as bright as day. As it came closer, Julian looked in amazement. “Wow!” he said, unconsciously. He won that if it is another wizard playing with his bag of tricks, the last wizard that doubled into the mystic arts practically burnt down the entire plantation of the Nobles. The ball of White Fire might also be a wishing star sailing through the night sky waiting for someone to make a wish, and this might be his golden opportunity, so Julian closed his eyes, and he opened his heart with the intention of making a wish.
“I wish,” he said with anticipation, “I wish that there is a sign that I am not cursed”, hoping against hope that he is not the abomination that his parents think him to be.
To his absolute shock, the ball of fire responded to his words and manoeuvred its trajectory and oriented towards the shocked Julian. Julian took to his heels only to be horrified by the ball of fire exploding 20 feet in front of him, and then the shock wave of the explosion sent him back several steps.
“At least I Am Alive”, he quoted as he tried to recover from his falling position “I'd better go home..."
"Help " a voice called from the background where the ball of fire had landed
Julian stopped, realising his curiosity once again demanded that he find out who was at the other end of the explosion, after all, if the person needed help, he should be able to render assistance. Then he thought again, it might be a trap, and there might be some evil Dark Arts at work here. In this case, it would be better to run for his life, better for him to live than to die at the hands of someone evil. Then he heard the screaming again and this time it was in Desperate pain without thinking Julian rushed towards the source of the screaming with only one thing in his mind “someone needs help " the source of the screaming turned out to be the very same place that the ball of fire had landed, Julian cautiously works towards the back in the area bracing himself for a quick escape should the need arise.
“Help! Help me!! " the call echoed silently
"I'm here," Julian said as he dashed forward throwing all caution to the wind
To Julian's amazement, he found a female sprawled on the burnt grass; she was wearing a white linen nightgown, which concealed a magnificent, curvy figure. What is more surprising is that the fabric illuminated,d presenting a clear View for Julian to gasp in amazement, she was arrested to behold; her blonde hairdo messy and rough would have dropped down to her waist, and the curves of her body could hold any man petrified in enchantment. " Help! " she called again, weekly snapping Julian out of his partial hypnotised state.
"A h h h! " she screamed folding herself
"I'm here," he said in a panicky voice wondering if there's anything he could do “What should I do to help you? " he asked in despair
“It's hurting me," she wailed
“What's hurting you? " he said, hoping against hope that the problem wasn't magical " How can I help you?”
“It’s hurting me," she screamed " it is inside me it is trying to kill me " Then she grabbed the hem of her gown and exposed her nakedness before Julian's Virgin, eyes which caught him unawares, but Julian had no time to react in the manner of men or to admire this female's shapely bosom. Latched onto her tender skin was a shadow-like substance that was evidently an evil spirit; no wonder she was in so much pain.
"get-it-off-me!, I beg you please get it off me" she wept
" but!! I'm not a wizard! " he explained
"Faith guided me to you, Providence said that you would save the Magic, and I believe in you; that is why I am here. Please help me," she cried desperately
There was a sudden crunching sound coming from the female's rib cage, followed by a loud agonising scream, which seriously unsettled Julian. Julian panicked once more. This is not how he plans to spend his night, yet he knows that if he doesn't help her soon, she will die.
“Stop”, you cried out to the shapeless spectra in terror, but the monsters were filled to listen to his command. There was another crunching sound that came out from the woman's naval and this caused Julian to panic even more than before.
“It's reaching for my heart,” she screamed. Julian, desperate to save this helpless girl, placed his hands over her rib cage to prevent the beast from moving upwards towards the helpless girl's heart. The beast must be of developed sentient intelligence because it crawled its way between Julian's fingers towards the helpless girl's heart. It had only 1 singular purpose, and that was to feast on this helpless girl’s body. Julian had to put both of his hands into play as he tried to push it down towards her legs. This ploy almost worked, unfortunately, the demon manoeuvred its way towards the female's back and then resumed its previous assault. This act forced the female to react spasmodically signifying that the girl is about to die, Julian had no other choice but to make one last attempt at saving this girl's life, he reacted instinctively reached out and grabbed a hold of the evil spirit then he wrenched the foul thing out of her body in 1 swift motion.
“I did it!” he explained silently, feeling a sense of elation
Once the evil spectre screeched, it wasn't about to let a common farm boy rob it of its meal. The evil being did what its instincts told it to do, like any parasite it latched itself to Julian's left hand and began to feed off his spirits to preserve its existence.
“Dahhhhhhhhh!” Julian exclaimed in shock realising his error, responding immediately in an effort to force it off his own skin, it would not do if he should be infected while trying to save the life of another. It feels like the efforts weren't needed in the first place. The little demon penetrated his tender skin, and it reached out to taste his blood “Stop!” Julian exclaimed as he felt his strength begin to fade.
The sound of sizzling became apparent in Julian's left hand, and to his shock, he noticed that the pain had ceased. The next sound that came was from the spectra. The little monster screeched loudly, but it wasn't a screech of pleasure; it was a screech of pure agonising pain. A cry that pronounced that its existence was being threatened. Julian smiled in triumph. For some reason, the beast lacked the ability to do him any harm, which meant that he could kill it simply by being in contact with it. The spectral vaporized within the firmness of Julian's fist.
“Wow!” he said “so, I do have magic” The spectral demise was so fascinating to Julian that he just stared oblivious to time and season, caught up by the beautiful sight of the downfall of evil and the breaking of a curse “Wow!” he exclaimed again
“Thank you” he heard the female voice call from behind
“Errrrr, you're welcome,” he said coming back to himself
The female figure stood up, covering her nakedness even though the outline of her body could still be seen beneath the translucent, illuminating fabric. She slowly walked towards him, showing no signs of the pain that she had suffered earlier. Julian was able to study her features more critically, judging from her sharp eyes and long ears, she is of the elven lineage, and her beauty completely blew him away.
“What's your name?” she asked in a whisper
“J- Julian” he replied with a stutter
“Well Julian my name is Philippa, Princess Philippa Durrant-Avil” she said with a smile on her face
“You are a great elf?” he said incredulously “, Princess! You are the daughter of the Great King Jayr?”
“You saved my life from the curse of my captors” she said as she looked into his eyes “Julian your magic has saved me, thank you, now I must leave but please accept my gift” she said and then planted a kiss firmly on his lips throwing her arms around him in complete surrender.
Julian felt the explosion of desire spread throughout his entire teenage body; it was as though this elf had imprisoned him to herself, seeking nothing but to draw him into a vortex of desire. The moment ended far too quickly for Julian's taste. The elf simply faded into nothingness, transporting herself magically back to her city, back to her people, back to her home, leaving him empty and filled with desire.
Acacia, the white moon, had moved beyond the centre of the night sky before Julian came back to himself. He had spent all that time wishing that the princess of the great elves would return and keep him company for the night, but such is the wish of a lowly peasant. "I must say her again”, he thought, the feeling that came brought in a new sensation, one that would change his life forever. I must see her again. His determination began to reflect in his voice. The pain that he once felt no longer mattered; the history of his birth seemed insignificant. The only thing that mattered was where he was going and what he intended to do; he had written his story.
"Julian" someone said from the background "your mother is worried"
"I'm sorry" Julian responded, "I needed some time to think "
"I know “, Jasper said, “for what it's worth, we loved you like a son...”
“Please father, don't see anymore” Julian interrupted “You are my father and the only father I know and your wife who is also my sister is the only mother I know, thank you for accepting me into your home"
Jasper smiled with pride and puffed out his chest a little. Julian's words had given him peace.
“But,” Julian continued, renewing Jaspa's dread “, I no longer have any intention of inheriting your farm or becoming a farmer. Tonight, my eyes have been opened and now I have a new dream”
"But why? It is our family tradition, " Jasper argued
"Because I want to become a spell caster, in the Knight of great power, so I can see her again “The last words came out so quietly that Jasper was unable to understand what he meant.
"As you wish “, Jasper said, unwilling to engage in any form of argument, especially now that his son is still emotionally unbalanced.
Jasper remained oblivious to the events of that night and how it would change Julian's life; he remained oblivious to the fact that the events of that night would forever change the fate of Alisha-th.
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