Mægics Heir: Druid Quest
All but lost to life in Aeryth, mægic of a past age begins to reappear in the kingdom in bits and pieces even as an insidious dark magic of sorcerers and wizards from eons past has reappeared and gained foothold, threatening free will for all. Arias Côeurdrægon is an unwitting heir apparent to the ancient mægics and unbeknownst to him, also an heir to the throne in Kings Court, a danger unto itself.
Just having reached his seventeen year-end, Arias is bequeathed a quest to find the Druid that holds answers to a past he's just discovered existed, and mayhaps to aid against an insurmountable threat to his very life, for the King, and others, have been made aware of his existence and will stop at nothing to see his head at his feet. Thus begins his quest for a mythical Druid, a keeper of mægic, to be found somewhere on the other side of the whole of Aeryth, living amongst the cliffs overlooking the endless East Sea.
Never having ventured far from his comfortable life in his secluded homestead, Arias discovers things about the larger world and about himself he would never have thought possible. Things about ancient mægics and of people and creatures he will come to form unusual bonds with, and perhaps find a broader purpose to his life. Adventure awaits with the rise of each new sun, with new awareness that ancient mægics still exist in the world in everything from creatures and people to all of nature about him.
He must find the Druid to make some sense to it all.
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Chapter: Chapter 5 BlackbirdThis sun might have begun like so many others, but it would end my world as I have known it. Foraging in the forest for shrooms and herbs we did not have in our garden, I had done this same thing countless times past. The clouds were grey with their underbelly a sickly green. A storm appeared imminent. Da had promised a grand meal of sorts as he was expecting Moor the following eve and had invited Grayce and Effie and Argo as well. It was just a few suns till my seventeen-year-ender and the meal he was planning would be to its honor. Well past high-sun, from the skies, you could not imagine it so. Thick clouds had buried the sun and the forest had gone quiet. I heard then what I never in all my years had ever heard afore. The home bell rang clear, three times.I jumped with a start. Rising up, my heartbeat was increasing as well. First wondering if I had heard wrong, for it was not the time of sun to hear any bell tolling, certain that I h
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Chapter: Chapter 4 GiftingsI recalled my first significant year-end gifting came at my nine-year-end. Midyear, when the big storms typically come to our homestead, I had learned the reason Da had dragged the Ænt-wood log to the top of Fork-Rock. Oft-times climbing the hill sized boulder to study Da’s log, I would a’times, lean against it as I read the books I’d borrow from the schoolhouse.Da’s Ænt-wood log had been hauled all the way from Moon Lake. I practiced my reading out where no animals came bothering me and I had plenty of light. The Ænt-wood log was a curious thing. A deep walnut color with streaks of blonde throughout, the log didn’t have the appearance of wood at all. It had no bark and was as hard as rock. I tried carving into it a’times, being unable to leave as much as a scratch. Da said the tree it came from had likely died hundreds of years ago and the species no longer existed alive in any forest. He said legend and lore held that the tree was a ‘sentient’ t
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Chapter: Chapter 3 Training with Moor & DaAside from my apprenticing and schooling in towne, my training with Moor started when I made my eleven-year-end. I met him the sun following Da’s eleven-year-ender gifting to me, and in a manner of speaking could be said to be part of it. Da had gifted me my Schäaken board and pieces that year and explained to me after he’d presented it,“Arias lad, in proper trainin’, there is the mental, the physical, and the spiritual. This board, I’m hoping will teach you a bit of the mental part of it.”He touched the side of his head. I scratched mine.“But there be four parts to that as well. There be the book learnin’ part as ye are getting at the schoolhouse with Mæster Ræbbe, and the doin’ part, as you’ll get from ‘prenticing out to Mãamel Bræder the healer, and the Miller and the Saddleryman and the Smithy, Argo. Then there be this board here that I’ve gifted ye and will be playin’. That’ll be the logic and the thoughtful part.” He gestured to my new Sc
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Chapter: Chapter 2 Middenvale and Schoolroom StudiesI awoke on the morrow’s morn and my internal biological clock had worked for me in its flawless manner. Da would bring the wagon filled with ice a little later. So, after morn chores, I set out on foot toward Grayces homestead.Da was leaving out for the Frost-Cellar already. He had harnessed Bregœ, his stallion of twenty-some-year. The same stallion Da had arrived to Middenvale on, more than eleven years past. Bregœ being unhappy to be left out of Da’s excursions of late insisted he come. Even if harnessed to a wagon, he remained a proud horse from a great line of warhorses and stood 21-hands-tall. A Silver gelding bred for strength, stamina, and intelligence, he would let nobody but Da ride nor harness him. Getting old, still the horse’s love for Da was palpable and he made it known that he would not be left behind on our trips into towne.Myself, I set off at a strong pace with the shoulder bag, contemplating finishing my pack, incorporating Da’s new sugge
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Chapter: Chapter 1 Da's secrets...and BaneHis head lay still on my lap. Eyes staring up at me. He’d just said something desperately important, though his voice just hollow sounds to my ears. I could not make myself understand what he’d said. It must be important because he’d reached up with bloodied hand to weakly squeeze my wrist as he spoke. Muddled words I could not assemble in my panic. My hands also slippery with blood from grievous wounds all about his body. I woke and sat up in a sweat, gasping for a breath and...The sky rumbled.Breath drawn in now, I stared at the bright orange and purple sky gazing east; the hairs rising on the back of my neck as this same scene had rattled me thrice this past fortnight. Reality dragged me back to the present. Though this dream had felt entirely real too. It had been an exhausting sun and I'd laid back on my rock letting the sun’s warmth lull me into a nap.Thundering grey-green clouds from the south begin to crowd the sky now. The wind is
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Chapter: PrologueÈtœn Bearheart had been in the saddle near to twelve turns of a sand-glass, from sunrise to dusk. Near now to his journey’s end, a destination he alone knew, not Druid, nor Aeglèsia. Their wish, not his, for he carried a burden not at all certain he could bear.He had sworn an Oath on all that he held dear and Ètœn Bearheart would be ever faithful to his word and loyal to a fault, his heart steadfast and true to his name. So, he would keep his Oath, as he held dear the love felt for the woman to whom he had sworn it.From crushing waves of the Great Eastern Sea crashing against granite cliffs upon which the Druid’s Keep stood, to the foothills of the Shadow Mountains, braced against the Great Western Sea. He had travelled the very breadth of Aeryth. Having left sparse-of-tree slopes and grassy knolls betwixt high rocky mountains, arriving know to a land of thick forest and rivers and lush mountainsides. A place more akin to Ètœn’s childhood homestead la
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