Re:The Art Of Power-Book 1

Re:The Art Of Power-Book 1

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Genre: Fantasy

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Fantasy

Summary

Have you ever asked yourself, what is power? Is it money? Is it fame? Is it influence over someone or something? Is is strength? Is it good, Is it bad? Before you answer allow me to tell you a story, the likes of which I know you've never heard. (After his triumphant victory through the time of Ragnarök, Zaxon, a tyrant immortal, terrorised and enslaved Midgard for 400 years before he was defeated. With the use of ancient technology he was stripped of his power and body and sealed. Nearly two centuries later he returned. Reborn and with time and knowledge in his hands and revenge on his mind, Zaxon's only thoughts are to reclaim his lost power and conquer this New World. But he's not the only one plotting dark deeds, he's not the baddest thing out there anymore and now that all the old Gods are dead there are shadow wars and highly unsavoury characters.)

Summary

Have you ever asked yourself, what is power?
Is it money?
Is it fame?
Is it influence over someone or something?
Is is strength?
Is it good, Is it bad?
Before you answer allow me to tell you a story, the likes of which I know you've never heard.

(After his triumphant victory through the time of Ragnarök, Zaxon, a tyrant immortal, terrorised and enslaved Midgard for 400 years before he was defeated. With the use of ancient technology he was stripped of his power and body and sealed. Nearly two centuries later he returned.
Reborn and with time and knowledge in his hands and revenge on his mind, Zaxon's only thoughts are to reclaim his lost power and conquer this New World. But he's not the only one plotting dark deeds, he's not the baddest thing out there anymore and now that all the old Gods are dead there are shadow wars and highly unsavoury characters.)

Chapter1 (v.1) - How the Mighty Had Fallen

Author Chapter Note

The first three chapters are really just a vary long prologue, i wanted this story to start with a bang you know...something that screamed original. Well with-out further ado please enjoy my book. :)

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 15, 2017

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A young boy, no more than the age of six, lay under a grand thousand year old tree surrounded by a calm rainforest. Tsorin enjoyed the cool breeze that swept through the plane from the mountains. 

As the breeze passed through his dark red locks, as the wind made the leaves and the branches of the thousand year old tree dance, he ever so often caught a glimpse of the sun peaking through the leaves, and his mind slipped away to an old, old memory. 

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Lord Demitrius entered the dark throne room.

He walked proudly in his best attire down what seemed to be a never ending isle lined with statues of petrified monsters on either side. 

A centaur, a beastly hydra , a terrifying mountain sized dragon and many more horrid creatures. 

A broad smile materialized on his face as he bent back awe struck at his Kings' greatest accomplishment , the petrified statue of Odin All-father himself. The statue still full of rage, it sat before the throne at the very center of isle. 

As he came around, he instantly bowed low, " My lord I bring entertaining news," his voice ran rich and low and smooth like a water stream. 

Before him stood a grand throne, edged into frame was a gods masterpiece that would have been worth a planet. Stories of great battles , and two grand roaring gargoyles for the hand rest. The chair itself was the mouth of an open tiger, there was a cramped group of Elvish Maidens. 

Zaxon was buried in a group of beautiful maidens.

His head popped out, " What was that darling?" He asked one of the maidens. 

She cupped his face, " T'was not me your highness, t'was your second, Lord Demitrius." 

He turned to Demitrius, who still had his head bowed. Zaxon's purple iris fixed on him, " Ah Demitrius," he smiled, then frowned out of concern, " Why are you here?" 

Demitrius shot his head up, a little insulted , " And here I thought you'd be happy to see me your highness." 

Zaxon smiled " As you can see, I am quite happy." 

They both chuckled. 

He excused himself from the women , their hands still reaching for him, and he rose from the throne and began his descend. 

Anyone would mistake him for a young adult in his late teens , if only you can get pass the black robes that wrapped around him and see the many war scars, or the jet black hair so black that it was darker than the night , it brought out his purple iris that almost glowed in the dark with a pupil that was a golden star instead of a black circle. 

And if that's not convincing, try the fact that he's strouting down the throne to meet his blood sucking, blood elf , immortal  general.

Whome is twice he size and hight mind you.

His smile shrunk a little when he reached Demitrius, " Tell me , what news you bring." 

Demitriusstood and he towered over Zaxon. Demitriusplaced his hands on his Kings shoulder , " It would be far more amusing if I show you." 

They left the throne room and walked into the wide corridor lined with majestic paintings on the wall, grand windows that let in what little rays dusk projected , a red carpet that stretched as far as the eye can see and marble ceiling sculpture that moved as if it were alive as if there were beings and trapped within the ceiling. 

Demitrius pointed to the windows. An ordinary teenager would only see the clouds below the flying castle, but he was no ordinary teenager, he was a six hundred and fifty nine year old immortal god-slayer that few could equal. 

He zoomed in, beneath the clouds and onto the surface and saw a raging war ravaging the surface of middle earth, men fighting monsters , both sides with numbers so large from his height he couldn't even see one ounce of earth. 

Zaxon laughed softly at first it gradually grew and he burst out and bent over in scandalous laughter. 

" Are they...are they actually trying to rebel against me," he paused mid way to wipe a tear and catch his breath. 

Demitrius stood at far corner, wisely staying away from the dying light of dusk, with a rich smile. 

" Truly entertaining Demitrius, " laughed Zaxon. 

"They have found hope in this... Blue Valkyrie," Demitrius chuckled. 

" Have they?" Zaxon gave a mischievous grin then added, " Gather your Generals , I shall set an example of these rebels." 

Demitrius's smile widened. He bowed low and melted into floor and the only proof that he was there was the shadow that flashed across the floor. 

Zaxon hadn't been in a war zone since he killed Odin, he'd left wars in Demitrius's very capable hands.

His interest was in his legacy.

He wanted to have a family of his own, but he fancied a little fun today , so he opened the window and did the logical thing... he jumped . 

His form was elegant, straight as an arrow, his head as it's flint with both arms stuck to his side and wind whipping  his face. 

His eyes opened wide and hungry to watch his magnificent descend to the ground. So much so that it was almost entirely gold with just a thing lining of purple. 

The sound of the wind raced his heart giving his body a jump start for the slaughter. But he kept at the back of his head I must have restrain or the fun will end before it begins. 

He was close enough now to hear the war cries and smell the fires and the blood, and some slight anxiety kicked in. 8000 feet , 6000 feet, 5000 feet, 4000 feet, 3000 feet , 1400 feet, 400 feet...100 feet...Touchdown 


~BOOM~


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