Reblogging from: All That's Written

The Dreamweaver’s Journey Continues

Posted on February 8, 2014

(Storyteller's note: Excerpt for book 2, The Guardian Child's Return, located at the bottom)

The Dreamweaver’s Journey: The Age of Awakenings Book 1

The Realm of Feyron has always been. It is the origin of all things magical, the axis point where all the worlds meet. Once, in days gone by, there were many gateways within the Temple of Pyli connecting the Worlds Beyond seeded with magic to their home. Now many gateways have flickered out, and Feyron weakens as the magic fades and the Guardians are lost.

For the first time in over three hundred years a Dreamweaver has come of age and is tasked with contacting the Guardians. When she awakens in the night after a vision of her best friend lost and alone, injured in the snows at the top of the Crystal Mountains, she seeks out the Sacred Fire in the Temple in an attempt to call forth more information. A voice calls out from the fire, “Dreamweaver, you are summoned.” An image appears of an ancient path through the Mist Shrouded Forest leading to a hidden gate into the Crystal Caverns below the mountains. The Guardians have summoned her on a quest that will take her to the four realms of light within Feyron in search of answers and aid.

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Watching the full moon over the garden, she heard the call of a night bird and smiled. The warmth flowed through her, surrounding her, and as the halo of gold faded, a hawk swooped unnoticed from Soifra’s bedroom window, streaking across the garden and into the forest, following the cold breeze back towards its source in the Crystal Mountains. Once she was sure she was well enough away from the small homes that fanned out from the manor, she rose above the trees in her favorite form: the black dragon. In her elation, she began to sing, and somewhere ahead of her, something answered back.

At first there was just one call off in the distance, and she wasn’t quite sure if she had heard it, or imagined it, or if it was an echo in the breeze, but then it came again, strong and sure, and it seemed closer. Soifra flew higher, calling out again, and this time she was sure she heard more than one song. The songs called to her, pulled her, filling her with elation, and she followed them higher and farther. She knew she had to see them, the real dragonkin, the guardian children. If she just saw them, she could go back and tell her grandmother the Guardians were real. They simply had to go to the mountains to find them.

She reached a height where the clouds were thick, and her world went grey, consumed by the cold mists around her. After trying to follow the songs for a short while, twisting and turning as different voices called from different places, she could no longer tell left from right, up from down, and she began to feel afraid. Heart racing, she could no longer think clearly, and in her panic she picked one call and began to follow it, faster and faster, desperate to leave the clouds, to be able to see. The calls suddenly stopped. She had begun to turn her head this way and that, straining to hear any sound, when she slammed into the side of the mountain with a bone crushing thud, and fell unconscious to the cold, crystal ledge far below.

I am yet to read it, but urge you to let me know if you have and then tell me your opinion. After that you might want to get the second book.

(And no, that is not a typo :-) It will make sense after you’ve read the books.)

The Guardians have awakened after the Time of Sleep and returned to renew the magic with the clans of Faie. At the request of the Guardian, Lord Grypos, Keeper of Knowledge, the Master Scholar travels through the Outer Gateway with craftsmen and apprentices to coordinate the repairs of the once great oasis that houses the ancient archives of knowledge known as the Island in the Sands.

As the summer wanes and the oasis begins to return to its former glory, the Guardian calls the Master Scholar to the meditation room in the wee hours of the night to discuss a journey. In the fire an image flickers of the red desert sands speeding past, a land of grey beyond the desert, and a cavern of twilight behind an obsidian wall. “Arwyn and Shyamal are to go there for me to seek out that which was once mine.”

What starts as a seemingly simple journey becomes an adventure with life threatening consequences as the two are unexpectedly joined by their friends on a journey far from home beyond the Realms of Light in a realm that few within the clans of Faie knew could even be reached.

For your pleasure I have an excerpt to read.

Teagan watched the lion tail flick back and forth as Lord Grypos talked. Knitting his brows, he replied slowly, as though thinking carefully about what to say. “The scholars are yours, as they always have been. I am pleased to make recommendations as to who might be best to help tend the Temple and Crystal Hall, and I believe Master Scribe Edmond is pleased with his choices at the Scriptorium for working within the Hall of Gifts. But surely you didn’t send for me at this hour to discuss which scholars will live at the archives after the summer has passed?”

No.” Lord Grypos nodded as he turned to gaze into the fire. “I called you to discuss a journey.”

An image appeared in the fire of the red desert sands passing by as though seen while flying far above. The motion slowed as it dipped over the edge of a line of dunes that seemed to be the size of mountains. At the bottom the sand was an odd, pale grey, almost like a fine ash. A strange brown dome protruded from the sand not far from the gargantuan dune, a lone scrubby skeleton of a long dead tree standing nearby.

With a jerk, the motion rushed forward again until it reached a wall of solid black. Tall and smooth, the obsidian filled the horizon as far as the eye could see. In a flash of white light the wall opened, only to swallow the view in darkness until a great lake appeared in a landscape of twilight, twinkling lights shining from the darkness on the far side.

Arwyn and Shyamal are to go there for me. They will cross my realm, traverse the Great Expanse, pass through the hidden door to the Path of Darkness, and follow the path until they reach the rocky shore. They must pass over the Waters of Night into the Village of the Unknown. There they will seek out what was once mine.”

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