Monday, 16 July 2018

The Anmorian Legends by D.N. Pillay

Wrath of the Exiled

His world long since shattered following the invasion of his home planet, Rezaaran Valhara is abandoned by fate to slavery. However, his fortunes take an unexpected turn when he is offered a chance to join the Intergalactic Revolution of Independent Systems in the ongoing war against the Obsidian Dominion.

Initially consumed by anger and doubts, plagued by the memories of his parents' murder and a desire for vengeance, Rezaaran suppresses these demons in the pursuit of a purer purpose to restore peace as he becomes the last War-Mage of the fabled Vokarii.

On a quest spanning the galaxy Rezaaran begins to unravel the secrets of the four realms of Anmor and his destiny in an ancient battle.Yet his greatest challenge will be within. Will he find the strength to walk the path of a hero?


      Rezaaran placed his hands on the steel railing and tried to calm his mind. He knew that he had overstepped the line with his harsh words to Orin, but a small part of him was glad to have vented some frustration. He looked over the courtyard to the tree standing in the green grass and surrounded by white benches. He was glad that he was free of Mar-Karatheer. It had been his dream to explore the galaxy, to live a life beyond the slavery. Yet, now that the chance was here, why did he feel so hesitant?
      Xephyrus quietly came to stand beside Rezaaran as he watched several Zenorians taking a morning walk through the courtyard.
      “Are you here to get me back to the conference room, Xephyrus?”
      “Not at all. I am personally opposed to coercion tactics. I am just here to see if you are alright.”
      “I’m not entirely sure myself,” sighed Rezaaran. “I should probably apologise to Orin.”
      “That may be a good idea.”
      “He seemed to be quite hurt by what I said.”
      “Orin and your father were friends for a long time. You were just a child when they invaded Zenor and probably do not remember much of Orin. During their youth, each chose a different path. Orin enlisted, and your father decided to travel the galaxy. Despite the differences in their lives, their friendship endured. When the invasion occurred, Orin faced a terrible dilemma. He chose to protect the future of our race at the cost of his oldest friend. I do not envy him for the decision he was forced to make.”
      Rezaaran could feel a writhing of guilt in his gut. He watched the children running through the courtyard. Two Zenorian children were chasing a tall, green alien up a tree. Their laughter seemed so foreign to him yet reached a crevice in his soul he had forgotten. The sounds of their play opened the niche into which his childhood memories had retreated.
      “I know what Orin expects of me, Xephyrus.”
      “He expects you to live to your full potential.”
      “All of my life, I have been a slave. I have lived in fear, endured pain and pushed myself to survive to the next day. Throughout these years, the memory of my parents helped me to survive. That was my comfort. If I accept this new path, I will be leaving those memories behind me. I suppose I am still afraid. I am afraid of what I will find if I walk down this road. How can someone like that be what Orin is looking for?”
      Xephyrus thought about this for a moment as he watched the children playing. One of the Zenorian children climbed down the tree to his mother, who embraced him before carrying him to get breakfast.
      “I see the way you look at those children, Rezaaran. You are not bitter that they enjoy childhood innocence, while you did not. You feel saddened that the Dominion’s rule shattered your childhood memories. However, you also have a burning desire to protect those that are facing the same tragedies that befell you. That is what Orin sees in you. That is why he wishes you to join IRIS.”
      “Can you read my mind as well?”
      “No,” replied Xephyrus with a small smile. “I just understand people. I know there is more to you than the anger and pain that covers you now. The memories of your parents, the invasion of Zenor and your time on Mar-Karatheer are the sources of your greatest anguish. Nobody blames you or thinks you weak for the hold these memories have on you. But the time is coming for you to let these memories go.”
      “I just wish my life had been simpler.”
      “A simple life will invariably yield simple men. All great men have faced challenges and uncertainty. They were afraid, shaking even, yet they still found enough courage to take that step into the fire and emerged greater than before. Not every chapter in our life story may have the happiest of endings, yet these chapters teach us the most about what it means to live. You have yet to reach your final chapter, my young friend.”
      “How can I just leave all these memories behind me?”
      “They have each taught you some valuable lessons. Your training will help you to isolate these from the pain. The decision to walk this new path is yours alone. Nobody else will be able to make that choice. However, if you should choose to walk it, you will have to release your grasp on the past. A beginning is impossible without an end.”
      Xephyrus gave Rezaaran a reassuring pat on the shoulder before leaving him to think about their talk. Rezaaran watched the children leaving with their parents. He knew that the choice was his, but in his heart, there was no choice. There was only one path for him to take.

Legacy of the Sentinels

Following the battle between Thaedis and Rezaaran, The Anmorian Legends: Legacy of the Sentinels sees the young War Mage embark on a journey of redemption. However, in the wake of Thaedis's victory on Zynoo, the Intergalactic Revolution of Independent Systems (IRIS) has lost a considerable margin against the tyrant's Obsidian Dominion. The hope of freedom seems ever more distant.

Despite the odds, Rezaaran remains steadfastly determined and endeavours to unite a group of fabled warriors. But will this be enough to save Anmor from the coming darkness and defeat the nefarious villain who has bested him once before?


      A drumroll of thunder sounded from the depths of the dark clouds, morosely skulking after the lightning that flashed across the blackened sky.
      A single bolt sharply broke the dense shroud of the storm and struck a lone tree, setting its boughs alight. Fires crackled in the silence of this gloomy realm, briefly lighting the ghastly bastion of black steel that was the source of the ubiquitous evil in this once-sacred world. What had stood proudly as the Antarika Citadel, the outpost of the Light, was now in the clutches of a foul-hearted monster.
      The lament of the clouds, a sorrow-filled melody of slow thunder and bitter sobs of rain against the somber crackling of fire, was the only sound amid the grave stillness of this lonely world. The ethereal chorus of the free souls who had found peace in the Nuhremorn no longer sang aloud, adopting instead a more taciturn manner and retreating to the far corners of this realm. Whatever natural beauty had once existed here had withered into lost memories.
      Ash from the burning tree rose slowly on a choked gust of wind, rising ever higher as it climbed the walls of the corrupted Sanctum. Rain fell with greater intensity as the ash drifted upward past the fallen hero in an upper turret who had led the realm to this dire state. The heavens’ cold tears ran along his soaked brown hair, passing along his face and his exposed torso.
      He slowly turned his head aside as the water dripped off the tip of his nose. The rumbling thunder sounded again, this time with greater gusto as the storm attempted to rouse the fallen hero. He alone could correct the disorder that plagued this mystic realm.
      Rezaaran Valhara opened his eyes to a familiar walkway. The wind felt cold against his bare chest. This and the gentle caress of water running down his arms and face began to rouse his mind. There was a reason he was here, but he could not quite grasp it. He attempted to draw his hands over his face but felt a strong resistance as he tried to move them. Looking upward, he saw glowing red energy bands binding his wrists to the walls. The young War Mage closed his eyes and clenched his fists.
      His last memories were of meeting Lord Salvidawn, who had granted him another opportunity to return to save Kashari. The Guardian King had been emphatic that Rezaaran rescue her. Unfortunately, his return to the Maelinthian had been brief—he had passed into unconsciousness upon the outskirts of Prashorida and mysteriously awoke in the Antarika Citadel.
      He drew a deep breath and tried again to pull free of his bonds. Once more, he could not muster the strength. Rezaaran let out a weary sigh, and his shoulders slumped in defeat.
      How had it come to this?
      The power lust he had sworn never to succumb to had been his undoing. It had been the cause of his drifenira’s demise. At his core, he felt too fractured, too shattered, to summon any real resolve to contest the dark magic that was holding him prisoner.
      The cool water on his skin cleared his mind. His thoughts soon transcended the regrets of the past and entered a more lucid state. Despite the shadows around him, he sensed two echoes from across the bastion. The stronger was the unmistakable presence of Yudhara, the false mentor who had led him astray. The other was the waning echo of the Elder Mage, whose goodwill, trust, and friendship he had betrayed in a quest for power. Whatever his intentions may have been, the truth remained that they had been at the expense of Kashari. For all her sacrifices, she deserved a better-quality student than what he had become.
      He was the cause of her suffering, and he alone could be her salvation.
      He had betrayed her once.
      It would not happen again.
      Rezaaran concentrated his strength and started pulling his shackles from the wall. The muscles across his arms and torso tensed, pushing the veins to the surface. With nothing but his indomitable will, he forced himself to power through the burning in every sinew. He would not submit to the pain—not when his friend needed him most.
      That last thought was what he needed to rip the energy shackles completely from the wall. He fell to ground in a crouch and gathered his breath. The War Mage rose, feeling rejuvenated and ready to do what was necessary. Feeling the rain upon his face, he looked up, taking in the stormy skies.
      Antarika was no longer the beautiful citadel in which he had met Kashari at the time of his ascension. The very walls of the fortress had warped into a malevolent monument of steel and ire. The symphony of the free souls in song was now but a memory. There was only despair across this land. Beyond the walls of the fortress, against the backdrop of a dead forest, a solitary burning tree poignantly symbolized the affliction wrought upon the realm by Yudhara’s pernicious presence.
      Beyond this place of wickedness, wrath, and horror, Rezaaran sensed a flicker of hope that the Light would return. It resided in the presence of Kashari. She was the custodian of this realm, the mentor and dear friend who had saved him numerous times through her surreptitious interventions, never once asking for gratitude or recognition but selflessly fulfilling her role. It was now his turn to reciprocate the kindness the Elder Mage had shown him.
      Rezaaran set off at a run down the ramparts, his bare feet noisily splashing through puddles as he sprinted to the courtyard—where he sensed Yudhara.

Author Bio:

Dhesan Neil Pillay is a South African medical doctor who started his writing from a young age. Always a lover of stories, he began working on what would become The Anmorian Legends series from the ninth grade. Over the next few years, he slotted writing the manuscript between homework and classes, taking a momentary hiatus in his matriculation year. While studying medicine at the University of Cape Town, he continued finding time between studies to expand on the journey of his characters. Driven by a passion to share the surreal experience of his story he released his debut novel The Anmorian Legends: Wrath of the Exiled in 2014. This was followed by the release of The Anmorian Legends: Legacy of the Sentinels in 2018. Currently Dhesan is looking to diversify his writing portfolio with several new projects that are in the planning stages. To keep updated with the latest news, visit his website.

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